Friday Musings 02/25/2005

By Lex, on Fri – February 25, 2005

Back.

Herewith, a Musing cast as a travelogue:

It was a good trip up and back, and I’m glad I went – even if the idea didn’t give me shivers of anticipation earlier in the week. Southwest Airlines of course, because the price is right. Nothing but the best for our boys in blue, so long as it comes in at the lowest bid. Having to line up at the wrong end of cattle row “C” with all the rest of lés malheureuses was only the rubbed salt in the festering wound of the by-now accustomed indignities of 21st century air travel. One goof ball with bad hair gets caught trying to light a fuse in his Pro Keds and each day for the rest of eternity, millions of American citizens have to kick off their shoes in front of the unblinking, unsmiling, and (occasionally impertinent) shock troops of the TSA *. I am certain at this moment that nothing in this world is more tedious than dealing with a martinet with just that little bit of power.

Deep breath.

Back now.

Credo

"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me."

— John Paul Jones

"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature"

— George Bernard Shaw, Caesar and Cleopatra

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

— Friedrich Nietzsche

"A kind Providence has placed in our breasts a hatred of the unjust and cruel, in order that we may preserve ourselves from cruelty and injustice. They who bear cruelty, are accomplices in it. The pretended gentleness which excludes that charitable rancour, produces an indifference which is half an approbation. They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate."

— Edmund Burke

"Μολὼν λαβέ"

— Leonidas

"Blogito Ergo Sum"

— Neptunus Lex