Sunday 30 April 2017

Hurt



There are 3 Forms of Hurt :

The Hurt That Heals


The Hurt That He Accommodates


And,

The Hurt That is Not Felt

Of These, only the last is deadly.



I Hurt myself 2day 
2 C if I still feel 
I focus on the pain 
The only thing that's real 
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting 
Try 2 kill it all away 
But I remember every thing 



What have I become 
My sweetest friend 
Everyone I know goes away 
In the end 
And U could have it all 
My empire of dirt 
I will let you down 
I will make U Hurt 

I wear this Crown of Thorns 
Upon my liar's chair 
Full of broken thoughts 
I cannot repair 
Beneath the stains of time 
The feelings disappear 
U are someone else 
I am still right here 

What have I become 
My sweetest friend 
Everyone I know goes away 
In the end 
And you could have it all 
My Empire of Dirt 
I will let you down 
I will make U Hurt 

If I could start again 
A million miles a way 
I would keep my self 
I would find a way....

Some Day This Pain Will Be Useful to You

Keep Praying

Saturday 29 April 2017

The Myth of Anglo-Saxons

As noted in lines 105–114 and lines 1260–1267 of Beowulf, Grendel and his mother are described as descendants of the Biblical Cain.

"I hope that the praise-worthy example you have exhibited, will rouse the dormant spirit of the great and the affluent in the Principality, and induce them so to co-operate with you, that the Genius of Cambria may awake from the slumber of ages, shake off that darkness and false taste which Gothic barbarity and tyranny imposed upon her, and re-assume her ancient and splendid greatness."

- WILLIAM PROBERT

The Myth of the Anglo-Saxons is that there are Anglo-Saxons.

There were Britons, and there were Saxons.

And Saxons are German.


The Britons fight (and defeat) The Saxons

And the Saxons were Gothic, they were Un-British - they were German.

"Just don't take any class where you have to read BEOWULF."

- Woody Allen,
An Anti-German for Reasons of his own


"Historian Michael Wood returns to his first great love, the Anglo-Saxon world, to reveal the origins of our literary heritage. 
[No, it bloody isn't.]

Focusing on Beowulf and drawing on other Anglo-Saxon classics, he traces the birth of English poetry back to the Dark Ages. 

Travelling across the British Isles from East Anglia to Scotland and with the help of Nobel prize-winning poet Seamus Heaney, actor Julian Glover, local historians and enthusiasts, he brings the story and language of this iconic poem to life."

This is horrible, brutal, beastial Klingoneseque Stuff :

"Grendel grabs a second warrior, but is shocked when the warrior grabs back with fearsome strength. 

As Grendel attempts to disengage, he and the reader both discover that Beowulf is that second warrior. 

A battle ensues, with Beowulf’s warriors attempting to aid in the melee. 

Finally Beowulf tears off Grendel’s arm, mortally wounding the creature. 

Grendel flees but dies in his marsh-den. 




There, Beowulf later engages in a fierce battle with Grendel’s mother, over whom he triumphs. 

Following her death, Beowulf finds Grendel’s corpse and removes his head, which he keeps as a trophy. "




And over time, after they had gained a dominance and dominon over the Britons, and established the House of Wessex, they assimilated British Law (Molmutine Law) into their own legal code, and began calling themselves Kings of Angle-land (England).

Not Britain.



So, Don't Say "Anglo-Saxon" - Say "German"


The Story of the Welsh Dragon

The story of the Red Dragon, ‘Y Ddraig Goch’ (literally, the red dragon), that appears on the Welsh flag goes back centuries, even to before the invasion of Britain by the Saxons.

When the Celts ruled Britain, before they were driven out of England into Wales and Cornwall, there was a legend in the Mabinogion, a collection of eleven stories, that a red dragon living in Britain had begun fighting with an invading White Dragon.

As the two fought, they wounded each other, and the cries of agony from the red dragon made crops barren, killed animals and caused pregnant women to miscarry.

King Lludd, the ruler of Britain at the time, went to visit his sibling Llefelys, who was in France. He was instructed that to stop the dragons fighting, thus ending the cries that were ruining his people, he must dig a pit large enough to contain them both in the centre of Britain. 

He must then fill it with mead and cover it in cloth.

Having done this, the dragons came and drank the mead, which made them drowsy, and they fell asleep in the pit, wrapped in the cloth. Lludd imprisoned them, and in the Mabinogion, that is the end of the matter.

Later, however, in the Historia Britonum, the dragons are still trapped in the pit and cloth, and every time King Vortigern attempts to build a castle there, the walls and foundations are destroyed overnight, though nobody knows why.

Vortigern’s advisors say that to solve the problem he must find a boy without a natural father and sacrifice him. This will stop the destruction of his castle.

When this boy is found [Merlyn], and it is revealed to him that he is to be sacrificed so that Vortigern’s castle can be built, the boy says that the advisors are wrong, and that actually the destruction is occurring because of the two dragons trapped in the pit.

So, Vortigern digs open the pit, frees the two dragons, and finally the red dragon kills the white dragon. The boy pipes up again, telling Vortigern that the Red Dragon represented the people over which Vortigern ruled, whereas the white dragon represented the Saxons.

Vortigern’s people are presumed to have been the native Britons who, although they were driven by the Saxons into only Wales and Cornwall, were never completely defeated.

 They didn’t exactly slay the white dragon as they were supposed to, however.


This article was written by Tom Sangers for Snowdonia Tourist Services, who offer a Snowdonia holiday in North Wales cottages.




"Until the late 1970s, all scholarship on Grendel’s mother and translations of the phrase “aglæc-wif” were influenced by the edition of noted Beowulf scholar Frederick Klaeber. His edition, Beowulf and the Fight at Finnsburg, has been considered a standard in Beowulf scholarship since its first publication in 1922. According to Klaeber’s glossary, “aglæc-wif” translates as:wretch, or monster of a woman.” Klaeber’s glossary also defines “aglæca/æglæca” as “monster, demon, fiend” when referring to Grendel or Grendel’s mother 

and as “warrior, hero” when referring to the character Beowulf.

Klaeber has influenced many translations of Beowulf. Notable interpretations of “aglæc-wif” which follow Klaeber include “monstrous hell bride” (Heaney), “monster-woman” (Chickering) “woman, monster-wife” (Donaldson), “Ugly troll-lady” (Trask)  and “monstrous hag” (Kennedy).

Doreen M.E. Gillam’s 1961 essay, “The Use of the Term ‘Æglæca’ in Beowulf at Lines 893 and 2592,” explores Klaeber’s dual use of the term “aglæca/æglæca” for the heroes Sigemund and Beowulf as well as for Grendel and Grendel’s mother.

She argues that “aglæca/æglæca” is used in works besides Beowulf to reference both “devils and human beings”. She further argues that this term is used to imply “supernatural,” “unnatural” or even “inhuman” characteristics, as well as hostility towards other creatures.

Gillam suggests: “Beowulf, the champion of men against monsters, is almost inhuman himself. [Aglæca/æglæca] epitomises, in one word, the altogether exceptional nature of the dragon fight. Beowulf, the champion of good, the ‘monster’ amongst men, challenges the traditional incarnation of evil, the Dragon: æglæca meets æglæcan.”




To the Cymmrarodorion Society, in London.

GENTLEMEN, 

A descendant of the old Silurians presents himself before you with becoming deference, and very respectfully dedicates his translation of the Welsh Laws to your patronage. 

You, Gentlemen, have set a noble example of patriotism and of true greatness. The efforts you are making to recover the precious, literary productions of our beloved country from decay and oblivion, demand the thanks of every Welshman.

I hope that the praise-worthy example you have exhibited, will rouse the dormant spirit of the great and the affluent in the Principality, and induce them so to co-operate with you, that the Genius of Cambria may awake from the slumber of ages, shake off that darkness and false taste which Gothic barbarity and tyranny imposed upon her, and re-assume her ancient and splendid greatness.

I am,

Gentlemen,
With all due respect,
Your obedient, humble Servant,

WILLIAM PROBERT

"Just don't take any class where you have to read BEOWULF."

- Woody Allen

Friday 28 April 2017

My Deputies



In the Name of 

God, 
Saint Michael, and 
Saint George

I give you the Right to Bear Arms, and the Power to Mete Justice.


RIZE

Sir James




In the Name of 

God
Saint Michael, and 
Saint George

I give you the Right to Bear Arms, and the Power to Mete Justice.


RIZE

Sir Brian



In the Name of 

• God
• Saint Michael, and 
• Saint George

I give you the Right to Bear Arms, and the Power to Mete Justice.


RIZE

Sir James

Sarah Silverman



"Jews have an innate fear of Nationalism"

FALSE : Zionism is a Nationalism.


"For [Sarah Silverman], a nationality means a race, a fixed array of behavior like a breed of dog or a species of animal
[She] is not thinking of a national community united by a literate language and a classical culture to which any person can become assimilated through a political choice. 


For [Sarah Silverman], race is unchangeable, and race is destiny
It is a matter of Blood and Soil. 
Cats fight dogs, 
French fight Germans, 
Germans fight Poles,
Goyim hate/kill/Pogram Jews ] 
and so on through all eternity. 

These hatreds are the main datum of sensory perception.
Each of Mazzini’s organizations demand[ed] immediate national liberation for its own ethnic group on the basis of aggressive chauvinism and expansionism
Mazzini’s warhorse [was] the Territorial Imperative. 
Each is obsessed with borders and territory, and each finds a way to oppose and sabotage dirigistic economic development. 
Each one is eager to submerge and repress other national groupings in pursuit of its own mystical destiny. 
This is Mazzini’s racist gospel of Universal Ethnic Cleansing.

Mortification of the Ego




But there is on important difference between Us, and Richard Nixon :

He Told His Psychiatrist, That When He Looked in The Mirror in The Morning - There Was No-One There, Looking Back at Him.

But When You Look in The Mirror in The Morning - 

You Think You're Too Fat.

Sloth

I think Lincoln did what he thought was right, even though it meant losing half the country

I think you don't do what you think is right if it means losing Michigan's electoral votes.

Sloth is one of the 7 Capital Sins

It is the most difficult sin to define, and to credit as sin, since it refers to a peculiar jumble of notions, dating from antiquity and including mental, spiritual, pathological, and physical states.

One definition that may be given to sloth is habitual disinclination to exertion.


STANLEY [VO]
It can't be easy being you.

BARTLET
I told you...

STANLEY
I don't mean the job. I meant, uh, you know, being inside your head.

BARTLET
What's wrong with my head?

STANLEY
I don't know.

BARTLET
Of course not. 
That would be three hundred and eighty-five dollars an hour.

STANLEY
They keep moving the goalpost on you, don't they? 
Get A's, good college, Latin honours.

Get into the London School of Economics. 
Get a good teaching job. 
Ivy League school, tenure. 

Now you gotta publish, now you gotta go to Stockholm.

BARTLET
It's not good for a person to keep setting goals?

STANLEY
It probably is, but it's tricky for somebody who's still trying to get his
father to stop hitting him.

BARTLET
Well, I'm told that most men lead lives of quiet desperation.

STANLEY
Yeah, but that's most men. 
That's not you. 

That's the other people, the ones who feel stress. 
You're destined for something else.

BARTLET
I have abilities.

STANLEY
And now you have an opportunity to use them.

BARTLET
I think I have.

STANLEY
That room I passed down the hall, on the left, it's got a name, right?

BARTLET
I think you're talking about the Lincoln Bedroom.

STANLEY

Right. 

This is a hell of a curve you get graded on now.

Lincoln freed the slaves and won the Civil War. 

"Thank you. Next! 
And what will you be singing for us today, Mr. Bartlet?"

"Well, we've had six straight quarters of economic growth..."

BARTLET
That's not easy.

STANLEY
Okay.

BARTLET
It's not easy.

STANLEY
I believe you.

BARTLET
I think I've made tough choices.

STANLEY

I think Lincoln did what he thought was right, even though it meant losing half the country

I think you don't do what you think is right if it means losing Michigan's electoral votes.

BARTLET
You don't know anything.

STANLEY
I'll be the first to admit that.

BARTLET
I'm not trying to get my father to like me.

STANLEY

Good. 

'Cause it's never, never gonna happen.

Gluttony

Envy




He's trying to foist a fatherless boy upon us.
Do you want a bastard as a king?
Swear faith to me and you shall have mercy. I need Battle Lords such as you. A noble Knight swear faith to a squire? Never! Never!



You are the King, not I.


But where to start?



Well, what do you think has happened since you ran off?




Sir Ector and Kay - They must be waiting all this time.



Most of the great knights were against me.


Except Leondegrance of Camelyarde.




But if he supports me, the others will turn against him.


Even now they lay siege to his castle.



I need him. We must help him.


There you are. That was easy too, wasn't it?



We have to get back.


That's it. Now.... 


There they are.



Well, you go and show them.


Arthur, I knew you wouldn't fail us.



Go on.



I picked out a horse for you.

    

All these men are loyal.


Now what do you want us to do?



       

We waited here for you.

           


Any Man Who Would Be a Knight



And follow a King 


Follow Me.



Arthur[holding Sir Uryens at swordpoint, during the siege of Leondegrance's castle] Swear faith to me, and you shall have mercy! I need battle lords such as you.

Uryens[sarcastically] 
A noble knight, swear faith to a squire?

Lot
Never! Never!

Arthur
You're right. 

I'm not yet a Knight. 

You, Uryens, will Knight me. 

Then, as Knight to Knight, I can offer you mercy. 
[hands the sword Excalibur to a shocked Uryens, kneeling before him]

Merlin[astonished] 
What's thisWhat's this?

Lot: Keep it, Uryens!

Uryens[after struggling with his thoughts for several seconds] 

...In the Name of 

• God, 
• Saint Michael, and 
• Saint George

I give you the Right to Bear Arms, and the Power to Mete Justice.


Arthur
That duty, I will solemnly obey...as Knight...and King.

Merlin[still astonished] 
I never saw this!

Uryens
Rise, King Arthur. 
[kneeling, as do all the other knights] 

I am your humble Knight...and I swear allegiance to the courage in your veins. 
So strong it is, its' source must be Uther Pendragon. 

I doubt you No More. 
[kisses Arthur's hands]