What a day...
We've got Tennet telling us that he's worried about al-Quaida having nukes, and Olmert is a confirmed failure as the Israeli PM.
On top of that, we've got a treacherous American with a co-incidentally Arabic name claiming he trained terrorists abroad to strike at us and our allies, and illegal Mexicans who claim that they are the "indigenous," and the "ONLY owners of this continent."
The whole continent, huh? Tell that to the Native Americans...
And, in crazy land, the Detroit NAACP is holding a symbolic funeral for the "N" word, saying they only wish to end hate... I wonder if any rappers will be in attendance?
On a brighter note, Michael Buble has released a new album today, "Call Me Irresponsible."
I plan to enjoy it immensely!
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The account of the celebration of Saint Tammany's Day, which took place on Monday, May 1, 1785, is as follows:
"On Monday last, the Sons of St. Tammany (Pennsylvania Packet, May 5, 1785; Freeman's Journal, May 2, 1785; Mercury, May 6, 1785.) celebrated the anniversary of their Saint, at Mr. Beveridge's seat on the Banks of the Schuylkill. At 12 o clock the flag of the United States ornamented with a fine figure of St. Tammany drawn by Mr. Wright, was displayed in the centre, that of France on the right, and that of Holland on the left. The Chief and Sachems of last year then appeared, grounded the ensigns of authority, and mixed with their brethren, upon which a brother came forward, reminded the nation of the presence of their Saint, and that they had neither chief nor councellors. Whereupon they unanimously re-elected their old chief, and such of their former councellors as were present, adding as many new as completed the number thirteen. The compliments of his excellency, Gen'l. Washington for the attention and respect paid him last year, being communicated by the Secretary, produced thirteen cheers, which came from the heart. The unlimited authority of the Sachem to do good to his children was acknowledged, the old law which commands ‘every man to do as he pleases being proclaimed and obedience on pain of compulsion, the festivity of the day began and continued throughout with that perfect liberty which feels no restraint than affection and respect towards each other which eminently distinguishes the Sons of Saint. No healths were drank nor any court made to great men having no ambition to be greater, they determined not to be less than their fellow citizens. Among the great number of Songs which were sung as St. Tammany's due, the old song was sung with great spirit . . ." The following ode was also composed:
"Ode for Saint Tammany's Day, May 1st, 1785." (Written by Tenxogrondi, a Delaware Chief.)
"Donna makoo makoonos!
Kuikoo donna znakoo;
Wawa nekoonos;
Guahee honigee.
"(Full Chorus.)
"Ever sacred be this day,
Genial morn of rosy May.
"(Recitative.)
"To Schuylkill's fair banks let us cheerful repair,
For pure is the aether, and fragrant the air;
Soft Zephyrs shall fan us, and eke thro' the grove,
The genius of Tammany shield us with love,
No foes shall intrude with inquisitive eye,
Our orgies, our dances, our mystries to spy.
‘‘(Air.)
"Adieu to your wives,
Come gird on your knives,
Your tomahawks, arrows and bows!
Your bodies besmear,
With oil of the bear,
And look undismay'd on your foes.
‘‘ (Recitative.) -
"Kindle up the council fires,
Lo! our Saint the flame inspires,
Whilst we pass the flowing bowl,
Let the smoky volumes roll,
From the calumet and pipe,
Of sweet Peace the welcome type,
Let our Sachems, healths go round,
Beat with nimble foot the ground;
Till the woods and hills reply,
Vocal mirth and symphony.
"(Chorus.)
"Ever sacred be this day,
Genial morn of rosy May
"(Recitative.)
"Now the hatchet we'll bury, since war is no more,
And peace with rich plenty revisits our shore;
To hunt the fleet stag o'er the mountains we'll run;
In sports we alone will employ the fell gun;
Our fields shall be cloath'd with gay heavens again,
And friendship will brighten the blood rusted chain
But should war call us forth then adieu to our glee,
Each shoulders his rifle and takes to his tree.
"(Air.)
"Hail, Columbia Tutelar!
Tho' thy ashes distant are—
Hid beneath the mountain side,
Or below the rapid tide:
Still thy warlike shade attends,
Smiling on thy filial friends;
Leads their dances, aids their pleasure,
Joys dispensing, without measure.
‘‘(Recitative.)
‘Now each Sachem join hands round the Liberty Pole
And briskly again pass the heart cheering bowl;
To Washington's mem'ry, the chief of our train,
The full flowing goblet, repeated we'll drain;
Then next to each chieftain, who fought, and who bled,
Let's sing a Requiem, and toast him, tho' dead.
"(Air.)
"For Tammany's holy,
Let's fire a volley,
That hills, woods, and rocks may reply,
We'll found him in powder,
Still louder and louder,
Till echo shall rend the blue sky.
"(Chorus.)
"Ever sacred be this day,
Genial morn of rosy May.
"(Recitative.)
In volumes of smoke, and in spires of flame,
Our Tutelar flew to the spheres,
He left us his blessing, his weapons, his fame,
And hearth unacquainted with fears.
The shades of our ancestors cluster around,
To welcome our chief from the wars;
With laurels celestial his temples they bound,
Then thron'd him on high ‘midst the stars.
"(Air.)
"Sound the horns, ye tuneful choirs,
'Tis our Saint the notes inspires;
Brace the drums and make them roll,
Martial music charms the soul;
Soon, responsive to the chorus,
Tammany shall stand before us;
On the mossy velvet green,
Smiling on us, tho' unseen.
"(Chorus.)
"Charge the bowl again with liquor,
Pass it briskly, pass it quicker;
Sachems, warriors, now advance,
Form the ring, begin the dance,
Music summons us to pleasure,
Mark the tune, and time the measure,
Full of mirth, and full of glee,
Thus conclude our jubilee.
"(Grand chorus.)
"Ever sacred be this day,
Genial morn of rosy May.
Exeunt Omnes-Indian file.
"To Captains - Great Sachem and warriors:
KAIAFCUTA,
KILL BUCK,
CORN STALK,
TURKEY TAIL, and
MYMNA
Happy St. Tammany's Day, brooke!
g'morin Brooke!..ah yes the beat goes on!..Popeye help!..lol..keep up the good fight girly!
The news always seems to be bad. There's never good news. Even the death of al-masri in Iraq isn't good because all that means is someone else will step in his shoes.
To cheer myself up I did a post on women with nice tits. But I didn't forget the girls.
What a world. What a world.
Farmer: It was beautiful; thank you!
Angel: :D I try.
Steve: Iraqis have reported al-Masri dead about three times now, if I'm not mistaken.
I'll believe it when I see the body!
10Men: You'd better not forget us chicks!
Cube: Mmm. Yes, indeed.
The only song I really like by Michael Buble is "Home", but I am not very familiar with his works. Most of the songs I've heard him sing, were covers of other artists.
I thought he was American but listening to him speak, I'm guessing not.
He is Canadian, from around the Quebec area, I believe.
Sorry it was so long. There used to be some shorter ones... but I lost my "Favorite" bookmark.
thanks for the visit today, Brooke!
Farmer: I suffer from extreme disorganization. No apology needed; I appreciate that you posted it, no matter when!
Jungle Mom: And thanks to you, as well!
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