Literally, too big. You know like standing on a beach
and can’t see the other shore? Can’t see the forest cause
there’s just too many trees blocking your view?
Or how about this one: Can’t see the end of the
universe. Does that mean there isn’t one,
or is there?
Actions always speak louder than words, and despite a political
glass half empty media the potential victory stands always ripe
for actions to say. Ripe like, say, ending the Afghan war, bring the
troops home, and march em past the Capitol building. After
seventeen years, no time like the present. While we‘re at it,
get the hell outta Syria, let somebody else deal with the isis
leftovers. OK, neigh-sayers may say I’m a dreamer, but
that’s a horse of a different color…
It’s always happening, and it’s not the past, or the future either. Fact is, it’s
the only time that really is, and it’s chock full of potential too. Now not
only can happen, it is happening: the present is a present. So, what’s
being done? Bitch, whine, and complain, or end the war, bring home the
troops, find a cure, make a better deal, strike it rich, the only real limit
is in your imagination. So get imaginating, there’s no time like
the present now, is there?
It’s a really big club, but ya gotta have some malice first, because it
always starts somewhere. Yessir, a little meanness can go a long way
too, there’s always a reason to justify that; it’s them, they’re wrong.
It can go on, and on, and on, and on, cause the first rule about spite
club, nobody talks about spite club, and, when they’re vexed,
somebody is hexed and doesn’t even know it!
memyselfnie 