Saturday, February 10, 2007

I have returned

I am about to go squirrel hunting, so I figured I would add another patriotic speech before I go.
I will return.

I have returned.
By the grace of Almighty God our forces stand again on Philippine soil -- soil consecrated in the blood of our two peoples.
We have come, dedicated and committed, to the task of destroying every vestige of enemy control over your daily lives, and of restoring, upon a foundation of indestructible, strength, the liberties of your people.

At my side is your President, Sergio Osmena,
worthy successor of that great patriot, Manuel Quezon,
with members of his cabinet.
The seat of your government is now therefore firmly re- established on Philippine soil.
The hour of your redemption is here.
Your patriots have demonstrated an unswerving and resolute devotion to the principles of freedom that challenges the best that is written on the pages of human history.

I now call upon your supreme effort that the enemy may know from the temper of an aroused and outraged people within that he has a force there to contend with no less violent than is the force committed from without.
Rally to me.
Let the indomitable spirit of Bataan and Corregidor lead on.
As the lines of battle roll forward to bring you within the zone of operations,
rise and strike.

Strike at every favorable opportunity.
For your homes and hearths, strike!
For future generations of your sons and daughters, strike!
In the name of your sacred dead, strike!
Let no heart be faint.
Let every arm be steeled!
The guidance of divine God points the way.
Follow in His Name to the Holy Grail of righteous victory!

Douglas MacArthur

Thursday, February 08, 2007

I had an assignment the other day, which included writing an essay on Proverbs 6: 16-19, which is, "These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:
A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,
An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,
A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren."

I worked for about an hour on the essay but it just didn't sound right so out of desperation I wrote a poem so I could wind up my schooling for the rest of the day, but Mom liked it so much that she asked me to put it on my blog.

What I have gained by Arguing

I do not like to argue
but this much must I say
I do it on a regular basis
just about everyday

I argue about my room
About Livvy washing my clothes
But in the end all I get
Is a whap across the nose.

My twin sisters don’t like to argue
They just like to tattle tale
But when Emmy gets mad with me
My face turns awful pale

Arguing does not gain you much
If anything, the boot
And afterwards the other persons anger is acute

So I end this little poem
Full of fussing and of strife
To promise to live a less argumentative life.