Posted on 05/14/2018 6:09:56 AM PDT by caww
Yes, I understand the token Dem (I) is there.
Amen to that - we are truly blessed...
while others attempt to get over the fence. News media was of course feeding this "side" of the fence ....
News said relatively calm now.
released a message saying America's decision
was evidence that “appeasement” has failed Palestinians
and urged Muslims to carry out jihad against the US.
I’d love to know what the old guy was saying to this hag.
bump
They came from far in leaky boats
That wind and canvas slowly led.
A dyer and a dyer’s son
Were all who met them, rest long gone.
Rebuild, restore, revive and plant
600 years of fruitful trees.
My roof is letting in the wet
And I owe last month’s mortgage yet.
I have no wings.
I’m anchored down.
O, make me light as ocean winds.
My feet are here. My heart is there,
Where weary spirits spring up new,
Rebuilt, restored, revived and strong
From ancient soil that’s ever-young.
Black smoke rose from the death-scorched land
Where skeletons were forced to march
In lines that led to murder rooms,
Where strangers seized a last embrace,
Were brothers in the chimney tops.
The few remaining traveled home,
Where none of them had ever been.
Our wife, the Land, was put-upon
By suitors keen to take our place,
Her brave sons silenced by brute strength.
The faithful land outlasts them all,
And now I hear her siren call.
O, give me wings to fly away.
O, make me light as light of day.
My hands and feet are tied too fast
To win free of this wooden mast.
It anchors me, but I still hear,
While others work with wax-filled ears.
To them the day precedes just night,
Which brings another day as bright
As that before, and then one more.
O, give me wings to fly away.
O, make me free as boundless waves.
My youthful hopes still fill my sight
Like dancing, flashing Northern Lights.
But they lie East, behind the dawn
In land I must set foot upon
To truly see and feel and know.
And where my heart is, there I’ll go.
They’re just awful people...heck Jordan kicked all the violent ones out of Jordon when that was suppose to be their state...they’re all under Hamas control now....the ones in Gaza etc. are indoctrinated in their schools and homes “by the women’ to hate Israel and the US. So violence goes with their entire personalities.
Re-posting due to accidental omission of the opening in last post, which should be disregarded.
Unfortunately, the Greek on top of the title didn’t paste well, but it’s from Odyssey Book I, Lines 48-59
ALIYAH
Give me wings to fly away.
Make me light as air.
I’ll ride any eastward wind
That will blow me there,
Where I’ve pointed every prayer;
At my heart, Jerusalem.
Feed me fish from inland seas,
Fruit from valleys that are home
To my wandering, exiled soul.
Land of Israel, make me whole.
“I languish in the utmost West.
My heart, though, dwells in Eastern lands,”
The poet wrote in Moorish Spain,
And came to bow and kiss the dirt,
Where he was murdered, home at last.
I climb the subway stairs and shout
To rain-swept New York City streets
O, give me wings to fly away!
O, make me light as rootless air!
I languish on this sea-girt isle.
My heart, though, dwells in my own land.
They came from far in leaky boats
That wind and canvas slowly led.
A dyer and a dyer’s son
Were all who met them, rest long gone.
Rebuild, restore, revive and plant
600 years of fruitful trees.
My roof is letting in the wet
And I owe last month’s mortgage yet.
I have no wings.
I’m anchored down.
O, make me light as ocean winds.
My feet are here. My heart is there,
Where weary spirits spring up new,
Rebuilt, restored, revived and strong
From ancient soil that’s ever-young.
Black smoke rose from the death-scorched land
Where skeletons were forced to march
In lines that led to murder rooms,
Where strangers seized a last embrace,
Were brothers in the chimney tops.
The few remaining traveled home,
Where none of them had ever been.
Our wife, the Land, was put-upon
By suitors keen to take our place,
Her brave sons silenced by brute strength.
The faithful land outlasts them all,
And now I hear her siren call.
O, give me wings to fly away.
O, make me light as light of day.
My hands and feet are tied too fast
To win free of this wooden mast.
It anchors me, but I still hear,
While others work with wax-filled ears.
To them the day precedes just night,
Which brings another day as bright
As that before, and then one more.
O, give me wings to fly away.
O, make me free as boundless waves.
My youthful hopes still fill my sight
Like dancing, flashing Northern Lights.
But they lie East, behind the dawn
In land I must set foot upon
To truly see and feel and know.
And where my heart is, there I’ll go.
While they "send" their children to protest at the border....
There’s only one thing better than watching the Lefties on Twitter soil themselves over this - but I haven’t figured out what it is...
Just wait until tomorrow, they'll again be on the wrong side of MAGA and soiling themselves on Trump's next daily accomplishment.
What leftist group is represented by that bunch of sour faces in the photo that you posted in # 20?
Telling them to die is honorable and the women love it if they die because they can cash in and get a new house!
Then they use their photos to gain sympathy for their cause....'LIFE' means nothing to them...
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