Shirley Tipsy

In the darkest of moments,
In the clearest of views,
I sit in the distance
Thinking of you.

I’m waiting…. to breathe.

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If you’ve never seen the movie “The Majestic” you really ought to. It’s a great movie and it’s one of the only Jim Carrey movies where he accurately displays his true acting potential. The final scene of the movie involves Jim’s character having to go before a Government committee to defend himself against allegations of being a Communist (it’s set in the 1940’s). Anyway, I have always found his speech in this scene to be particularly moving and it really explains the way I feel about our country at times. I thought I would share his speech here:

“The fact is, I’ve never been a man of great conviction. I never saw the percentage in it. Quite frankly, I suppose, I lacked the courage. See I’m not like Luke Trimble; he had the market cornered on those things. I never met the guy but I feel like I’ve gotten to know him. The thing is, I can’t help wondering what he’d say if he were standing here right now. 

You know I think he’d probably tell you that the America represented in this room is not the America he died defending. I think he’d tell you that your America is bitter and cruel and small. I know for a fact that his America was big, bigger than you can imagine, with a wide open heart. Where every person has a voice, even if you don’t like what they have to say.

If he were here, I wonder how you’d respond if you could explain to him what happened to his America.

But there is another amendment that I would like to invoke. I wonder if anyone here is familiar with it.

‘Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof, or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press or of the right of the people peaceably to assemble and petition the government for a re-dress of grievances.’

It’s the first amendment Mr. Chairman; it’s what we’re all about, if only we’d live up to it! It’s the most important part of the contract every citizen has with this country. And even though these contracts; the Constitution and the Bill of rights, even though they’re just pieces of paper with signatures on them, they’re the only contracts we have that are most definitely not subject to renegotiation. Not by you Mr. Chairman, not by you Mr. Clyde, not by anyone, ever.

Too many people have paid for this contract in blood. People like Luke Trimble and all the sons of Lawson, California. Let me get right down to it fella’s, that’s all I really have to say to this committee.”

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I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who’ll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She’ll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She’ll hear me out
And won’t easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she’ll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh….

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought
With every breath
Someone who’ll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don’t want to be tied
To anyone’s strings
I’m carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I’m asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I’ll get away with it
And in a place like this
I’ll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh….

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So I know that it would appear that this little blog o’mine is abandoned, but I assure you that I am still here and alive… I’ve been serving Jury Duty!!!! *SIGH*

I am on a trial for pretty much the entire month of June, so my clogging will be scarce until then. Between serving JD all day and then coming home to do work stuff at night, I have no time to be cute or clever, Sorry!

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Still I Rise
   
 
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

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Here it is, my very first post on my spiffy new blog! Atom was nice enough to set all of this up for me, so I would like to Thank him first and foremost.

I have no idea where I will be going with this blog. I’m sure I will be posting about all kinds of things, from SEO to my opinion on the world, music, my writing and more.. Consider this a hodge podge or randomness.

Anyway, thanks for stopping by!

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