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21:34 Oct 28 2009
Times Read: 824

Nothing like Walt Whitman to get your blood pumping.



~~Pioneers! O Pioneers!~~



COME my tan-faced children,

Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,

Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?

Pioneers! O pioneers!



For we cannot tarry here,

We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,

We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



O you youths, Western youths,

So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,

Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Have the elder races halted?

Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the

seas?

We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



All the past we leave behind,

We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,

Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



We detachments steady throwing,

Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,

Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



We primeval forests felling,

We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines

within,

We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Colorado men are we,

From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high

plateaus,

From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



From Nebraska, from Arkansas,

Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental

blood intervein'd,

All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the

Northern,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



O resistless restless race!

O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!

O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Raise the mighty mother mistress,

Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,

(bend your heads all,)

Raise the fang'd and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon'd

mistress,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



See my children, resolute children,

By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter,

Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



On and on the compact ranks,

With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly

fill'd,

Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



O to die advancing on!

Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?

Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill'd.

Pioneers! O pioneers!



All the pulses of the world,

Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat,

Holding single or together, steady moving to the front, all for us,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Life's involv'd and varied pageants,

All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,

All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



All the hapless silent lovers,

All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,

All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



I too with my soul and body,

We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,

Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions

pressing,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Lo, the darting bowling orb!

Lo, the brother orbs around, all the clustering suns and planets,

All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



These are of us, they are with us,

All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait

behind,

We to-day's procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



O you daughters of the West!

O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives!

Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Minstrels latent on the prairies!

(Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your

work,)

Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Not for delectations sweet,

Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious,

Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Do the feasters gluttonous feast?

Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock'd and bolted doors?

Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Has the night descended?

Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding

on our way?

Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,

Pioneers! O pioneers!



Till with sound of trumpet,

Far, far off the daybreak call-hark! how loud and clear I hear it

wind,

Swift! to the head of the army!-swift! spring to your places,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

01:15 Oct 25 2009
Times Read: 849


Maine girl with 'mermaid syndrome' dies at 10



PORTLAND, Maine – Shiloh Pepin, a girl who was born with fused legs, a rare condition often called "mermaid syndrome," and gained a wide following on the Internet and national television, has died. She was 10.



Doctors had predicted she would only survive only for days after her birth at the most, but the girl, described by her mother as "a tough little thing," died at Maine Medical Center on Friday afternoon, hospital spokesman John Lamb said. She had been hospitalized in critical condition for nearly a week.



Being born with "mermaid syndrome," also known as sirenomelia, meant that the Kennebunkport girl had only one partially working kidney, no lower colon or genital organs and legs fused from the waist down.



Some children who have survived sirenomelia have had surgery to separate their legs, but Shiloh did not because blood vessels crossing from side to side in her circulatory system would have been severed. She had received two kidney transplants, the last one in 2007.



Her story was featured recently on "The Oprah Winfrey Show" and other national television programs.



Earlier this month, her mother, Leslie Pepin, said her daughter came down with a cold that quickly turned to pneumonia. Shiloh rushed to Maine Medical Center on Oct. 10 and was placed on antibiotics and a ventilator.



For a while, Leslie Pepin said, things were looking up. "She's a tough little thing," she said of her daughter earlier this week.



Shiloh was a fifth-grader at Kennebunkport Consolidated School. "She was such a shining personality in that building," said Maureen King, chairwoman of the board of the regional school district. Counselors will be available next week to talk to students.



Through the television shows, news articles, Facebook and other Web sites, Shiloh inspired many.



"I live in Iowa. I have cerebral palsy. I love your video," 12-year-old Lydia Dawley wrote to Shiloh on Facebook. "You have a great personality I wish you lived close so we could be friends and hang out. You opened my eyes because you are so brave."



Source: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091024/ap_on_en_tv/us_obit_pepin



Personally I think her life was amazing and her personality a bright and true light to all those around her.

11:03 Oct 09 2009
Times Read: 894

"Barack Obama Wins Nobel Peace Prize"



From: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/10/world/10nobel.html?hp



This is absolutely absurd! He hasn't even been in office for a year nor has done any real action worthy of this prize.



To me the ONLY reason for this is because Obama's nothing more than the golden black boy from poor old Chicago who only cares about appeasing domestic and international "kool-aid" drinkers with no regard for national sovereignty or law.



Obama is not a great man, he lacks even the most basic wisdom, has nearly zero experience at government, allows others to make policy using him just as a "face", has little control over his own administration, and only cares about fighting against the evil conservatives and promoting an agenda he himself can barely understand.



I never thought he'd actually win in the beginning and now I regret ever attempting to hope for good, justifiable change from this donkey of man.

00:55 Oct 05 2009
Times Read: 913

We've been in this "War on Terror" longer than we were in WWI and II combined.



You win wars by first being cautious before entering into war and then by entering into a state of total warfare, placing all of your military, economic, political and social power to bear for total victory, not limited success.



In this war we rushed into it, we have kept our involvement extremely limited, especially on the home front, and we have opted for compromise and certain types/amounts of success.



One of the most important things for victory is the continued support of the nation. The only way to insure that is to provide full force and clear time lines or else the people grow weary and tired. Once that happens you've lost the war.



It happened in Vietnam and it has been happening with this war.



The only way we'll win is if we stop repeating our mistakes and go all in. Otherwise it'll end with more deaths and total bankruptcy.



There isn't some complicated and secret trick to winning a war, or any conflict. But it's pride and hubris that's kept us where we are and is leading the way to defeat and clouding our vision of the simple rules to victory.

09:48 Oct 01 2009
Times Read: 932

So I took this from "Lostinpa's" journal (hope you don't mind!). It's very touching and shows us how much we lack in the form of acceptance and tolerance of homosexuals.









"I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I don't have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"