My Eyes Beheld

freerepublic.com ^ | 3-30-2012 | philman_36

[philman_36]

I love my job. I love fighting for what I believe in. I love having fun while doing it. I love reporting stories that the Complex refuses to report. I love fighting back, I love finding allies, and—famously—I enjoy making enemies.
Three years ago, I was mostly a behind-the-scenes guy who linked to stuff on a very popular website. I always wondered what it would be like to enter the public realm to fight for what I believe in. I’ve lost friends, perhaps dozens. But I’ve gained hundreds, thousands—who knows?—of allies. At the end of the day, I can look at myself in the mirror, and I sleep very well at night.

My Eyes Beheld

I stumble from my chair
Eyes misted and glazed by the sight,
And seek to slow my heart
Beating fast within my chest.
The rare glimpse that I caught
As it flew threw the night.

No riding off into the sunset
On a strong sturdy horse,
Or idle days of rocking
In a chair on a porch.
A flash across the sky
A comet bright had run it's course.

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Great thread.

Breitbart Lives. Bump

May God strengthen our will, to see our way clear.
Tatt

[philman_36]

Great thread.
Just a little something.

Just saw the video above and wanted to add it.