Mar. 13th, 2007
Thing to make you go hmmmm for the day.
Mar. 13th, 2007 05:46 pm“Thus, always saving both her own honor and her lord’s, the good lady will not rest
until she has spoken, or has had someone else speak to those who have committed the
misdeed in question, alternately soothing and reproving them.” - Christine de Pisan
"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
the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a
redress of grievances." - First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States
Why is my speech less free than some other people's? Why does a polite request for
courtesy get met with the Siddown And Shuddup treatment and accusations of
hypersensitivity? For the record and the mind readers out there, I was not all
busted up because I'd heard Glennie died. Firstly, she was not my horse, she was
just one of many I had the privilege to work with. Secondly, 32 is a VERY good
life for a horse, all the memories were good ones, it was her time and I'm OK with
that. My intent was to illustrate why other listmembers might feel the jokes were
getting a bit, well, lame.
I could have discussed the relative merits of finishing off a rat with a
shovel instead of letting it stagger for long minutes as dies slowly of internal
bleeding. (I was good enough at it that my barn mates called me the Executioner.)
Would have gone nicely with the helpful posts on the disposal of dead livestock.
Could it be the prick of conscience making people defensive? I don't know. Unlike
others, I do not claim to be able to read minds.
So don't think of it as me trying to abridge your right to free speech,
think of it as me trying to do my duty as a Lady (I have the papers to prove it)
of Our Society.
For
danabren. This madness was inspired by a post Christmas mall crawl after very little sleep, a late night viewing of "Fellowship of the Rings," and a comment by a friend of mine that "You always hear about the Fighting Uruk Hai. What about the omelette making Uruk Hai or the Shopping Uruk Hai?" It also proves that you can make all sorts of things scan to "Men of Harlech."
Men of Gondor sniffing candles,
Hobbit wenches trying sandals,
Ringwraiths rip through racks like vandals,
Shopping Middle Earth.
Aragorn's camped out in Brookstone
Trying a massager lodestone.
Arwen's got a brand new cell phone,
Wonder who she'll call.
Mary Janes of Power
Make the Witch King tower.
Gandalf prowls the food court eyeing tattooed teenaged orclings with a glower.
"Preciousssssssss!" is the shopper's war cry.
When a thing's on sale you just have to buy.
Elven chic beats Trojan tie-dye
Any time of year.
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Men of Gondor sniffing candles,
Hobbit wenches trying sandals,
Ringwraiths rip through racks like vandals,
Shopping Middle Earth.
Aragorn's camped out in Brookstone
Trying a massager lodestone.
Arwen's got a brand new cell phone,
Wonder who she'll call.
Mary Janes of Power
Make the Witch King tower.
Gandalf prowls the food court eyeing tattooed teenaged orclings with a glower.
"Preciousssssssss!" is the shopper's war cry.
When a thing's on sale you just have to buy.
Elven chic beats Trojan tie-dye
Any time of year.