Re: Roman citizens for Nero
heathcliffe
location: woods
listening to: silence
registered: 2008.11.18
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Ah, Poetry, elsewhere on the board, inspires: There was a young man from Boston,
Who drove a little Austin.
He had room for his ass and a gallon of gas,
But his balls hung out and he lost them.Boston, the home of the patriots! We've a lot of patriots these days who've lost their balls.Better to drag up pleasant memories from the past to the Tollean 'now' than to deal with what looks like a future unfriendly to all.Let's crowd the 'now' with the 'past', so that the 'future' can be put off.If I were twelve, I'd write:"Grampa says that if we spend the money now to repair the bridge, built by the WPA in 1935, that I have to ride across each morning in order to get to school, fix the plumbing in the school which was dedicated in 1940, restore the Carnegie endowed city library's cornice that fell into the street two years ago, and is still fenced away from pedestrian traffic, answer the call of the city engineer that the sewer system is outdated and soon to fail, fix a health care delivering system which lopped off my g'ma--I could go on and on and on--that we'll incur an horrendous debt my generation will have to pay for. I ask myself, which would I rather receive as an adult taxpayer?, an infrastructure--grampa coached me--that is modern and newly constructed, such as the way it was for his generation, with its debt I have to help pay, or an rotting infrastructure I have to rebuild with new taxes on my generation at prices inflated immeasurably higher than those of today?I tell my grampa, I would prefer to have a country brand new in which my generation could better generate revenues to pay old debt, than to face an aging country sucking up every penny made to modernize it. Then, too, a health delivery system that includes all of us, not just the rich."But then, I'm not twelve. I can vote, however, to give my grandchildren a modern country, one from which they can garner strength to fight the terrors which frighten us into dragging up the pleasant 'past' to fill the Tollean 'now' to keep the 'future' from impinging on our bliss.
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Ah, Poetry, elsewhere on the board, inspires: There was a young man from Boston,
Who drove a little Austin.
He had room for his ass and a gallon of gas,
But his balls hung out and he lost them.Boston, the home of the patriots! We've a lot of patriots these days who've lost their balls.Better to drag up pleasant memories from the past to the Tollean 'now' than to deal with what looks like a future unfriendly to all.Let's crowd the 'now' with the 'past', so that the 'future' can be put off.If I were twelve, I'd write:"Grampa says that if we spend the money now to repair the bridge, built by the WPA in 1935, that I have to ride across each morning in order to get to school, fix the plumbing in the school which was dedicated in 1940, restore the Carnegie endowed city library's cornice that fell into the street two years ago, and is still fenced away from pedestrian traffic, answer the call of the city engineer that the sewer system is outdated and soon to fail, fix a health care delivering system which lopped off my g'ma--I could go on and on and on--that we'll incur an horrendous debt my generation will have to pay for. I ask myself, which would I rather receive as an adult taxpayer?, an infrastructure--grampa coached me--that is modern and newly constructed, such as the way it was for his generation, with its debt I have to help pay, or an rotting infrastructure I have to rebuild with new taxes on my generation at prices inflated immeasurably higher than those of today?I tell my grampa, I would prefer to have a country brand new in which my generation could better generate revenues to pay old debt, than to face an aging country sucking up every penny made to modernize it. Then, too, a health delivery system that includes all of us, not just the rich."But then, I'm not twelve. I can vote, however, to give my grandchildren a modern country, one from which they can garner strength to fight the terrors which frighten us into dragging up the pleasant 'past' to fill the Tollean 'now' to keep the 'future' from impinging on our bliss.
