My Poetic exclamations and other expressions

A Historical Account

Again, my “other” blog

Source: A Historical Account

Rehabilitation Prisons

Another Dose…

A Dose of Andrew

For Spoilers, jump to the end 🙂

For-profit prison. The very name of it sounds like something to be heavily regulated at the very least, and probably be nonexistent. At least in a society that claims to be for its people. The history of profiteering prisons is long, there is a great article about it here. The numbers are staggering. The opportunism and covering of it are even more so, The refusal of expensive prisoners? Why is that even an option? Most telling is the fact that it is never calculated in the cost-benefit analyses of the companies that run them. There is no cost-benefit analysis that can price a human being’s potential. The single most important fact is this: the private prisons are not held to the same constitutional standards as government-run facilities. When did we sell our constitutional rights? For all the bluster of any politician or…

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An Abortion Prayer

May it help someone


Source: An Abortion Prayer

Engauge Makes Graph Thieving a Cinch

Source: Engauge Makes Graph Thieving a Cinch

Confessions of an Egotistical Kind

Confessions of an egotistical kind
Mirror, mirror above the bathroom sink
I talk to you because my shit does not stink
and I ask of you to show me why
The world doesn’t see I’m a hell of a guy
I have my walk, some might call a strut
That’s because everyone’s looking at my butt
Or how everyone swoons once they’ve heard
how wonderful I am with all these words
I speak clearly, concisely, and I don’t mumble
I try, but Lord it’s Hard to be Humble
I don’t shoehorn myself into tight jeans
partly because there’s more of me to squeeze
I was asked once, is it petit, or can I pet it?
Haha, yeah, you got it, that’s what she said
Of course you can pet it, but don’t be alarmed
when this beast grows, he means you no harm
and when you are done and put away wet
don’t you worry, this tongue isn’t done yet
and I pour myself into all of my art
because, well, I’m just so damn smart
And don’t worry about me getting a big head
just put your lips together and blow, instead
I talk my talk, and barely flex a muscle
even jealousy envies my kind of trouble
A little more bad, in my bad boy bank
still Mr. Niceguy, with a smile and thanks
Oh yes, I am the greatest, you didn’t know that?
I’m telling you your opinion, because it’s a fact
I’ve never met an intellectual pursuit
that was beyond me, or I couldn’t do
them’s the breaks, they say I know-it-all
when I make a mistake, they rush to watch me fall
such a spectacle because it happens so little
but it’s a bad investment, and interest dwindles
I don’t throw around my weight or my money
besides, I got your love, would you buy me that honey?
You don’t have to believe, whatever floats your boat
but I have you smiling at this long joke
the other thing, you see, the point to all this
well, I’m the greatest, and only, real fucking psychic


Nice guys finish last not because they’re nice, but because they say they are

An interesting take… It’s all too easy to begin to believe that a girl won’t like a nice guy, it takes awhile to break free… And so many girls equate “nice” with “wants a family”. Hard to date, especially if you don’t go out of your home…

False Bravado

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On Fetal pain and abortion rights

there is a lot going on about abortion and such, and for more than 40 years the Roe v. Wade decision has stood the test of time. Carl Sagan and Ann Druyan wrote a magnificent piece that is a masterful argument. Here is my take on a specific issue that has been going on since 2010 with fetal pain laws and other nonsense based on poor understanding of research and other normal problems with laypeople taking a single study and ignoring the rest while forcing their ignorance on other people. a common opinion that is a fallacy doesn’t mean that a majority opinion holds, it means we need to further education

Source: On Fetal pain and abortion rights

Marching Orders

If you feel free, then question everything
When you try to live your life peacefully
then the dogs of war hit home unexpectedly
when you lose the things your world was right for
your only left with rage, and something to fight for
we’re fighting for ghosts, we’re righteous soldiers
We won’t be idle any longer, we’re making stances
and when we march on you, we’ll make advances
no matter what you think, this ain’t our last dance
we’ll cut a wide swath, a Golden Army flood
the cost of being an Angel, is paid in blood
for every angel on our side, there’s a deep cut
we’ve got marching orders, the piper needs to be paid up
so get up, load up, strap up, lace up and face up
put those fists, barrels, legs and blades straight up
don’t get in our path, we’re marching all the way up
there’s no leader, but when asked who gives the orders
everyone looks forward, and points their finger at me
I call the shots, fighting on the front lines
the honor’s mine only after we’ve gained Victory
I ain’t afraid of you, I got nothin’ to lose and that includes face
trying to step to us, now you’re eating dust, crushed and in your place
good friends behind me, my righteous army, enemies fear our dark embrace
Back to back, ready to throw down, an army of you to reap and sow now
no fear, no surrender, whatever we meet, we’ll taste victory’s sweet kiss
so when I call out “Push Forward or retreat?”, I want you to call out this…
I got your six – Five Finger Death Punch

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