Sonnet 111:
O for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not better for my life provide
Than public means which public manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almost thence my nature is subdued
To what it works in, like the dyer’s hand:
Pity me then, and wish I were renewed,
Whilst like a willing patient I will drink
Potions of eisel ‘gainst my strong infection.
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
Nor double penance, to correct correction.
Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye,
Ev’n that your pity is enough to cure me.
Also, an online shout-out to happyfeet.
I hope Cohen makes this into a series. He could call it Body Modification and the End of Empire. Next week, piercings and the United States’ declining influence over global affairs. Week after next, foreskin restoration and the shrinking middle class.
Poignant is having smudgy barbed wire around your bicep while they change your diaper in the nursing home when you’re 80 I think.
My sister, the well meaning idiot, told my 15 year old daughter that when my daughter is old enough she will pay for her first tattoo.
On a separate but related note, murder is both illegal and immoral.
Richard is really disappointed in us. I feel awful.
I have two tattoos does this make me a bad person?
I will confess that I too will find myself laughing over a happyfeet comment that I don’t understand. I think I understand them 99% of the time, but that 100th time is still funny.
Here a lot you don’t just have a tattoo you have a tattoo done by the same guy that did the tattoo of someone way more important than you are. I mean designed. Not done. Designed.
I confess that I too offered to my step daughter that I would not only sign approval to obtain a tattoo, but that I would pay for it. Provided that I got to choose the location and design. Oddly, she’s never availed herself of the offer.
Barack Obama is a tattoo on the body politic. We will one day be quite ashamed we put him there and wish we could have him removed. Alas, there are no laser treatments for history.
I don’t have a problem with tattoos for other people’s children, just mine. If she decides to get one when she is old enough, then so be it. I just don’t need my supposed familial allies to be encouraging it during the “crazy hormone years”.
Hell, if you can’t be really protesty, why bother? Why not join the really (not work safe) revolutionary trendy?
Alas, there are no laser treatments for history.
Someone ought to let the Dems know.
“Alas, there are no laser treatments for history.”
I beg to differ. The left lases history every day. Tabula rasa, as it were.
LIII
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
That’s not history kelly. What today’s left elides is nothing more than the current memories of acolytes, excuse makers, talking heads, interest groups, manipulable journalists, campaign flacks, ignorant bystanders, etc.
History won’t come along until the people with skin in the game are either dead or too old to have any interest in the judgments reached.
Of course, by we, I meant the nation carrying on its business years in the future. Much as Germans today are ashamed of you know who and what their grandparents and parents did to put him in power.
“Welcome to Jamaica, Have a Nice Day”
That is all…