Posted on 04/06/2012 5:40:42 AM PDT by crosshairs
Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez wept and asked God to spare his life during a pre-Easter Mass on Thursday after returning from his latest session of cancer treatment in Cuba.
Very little is known about the 57-year-old socialist leader's condition, including even what type of cancer he has. Chavez has undergone three operations in less than a year, and received two sessions of radiation treatment. He says the latest surgery was successful, that he is recovering well and will be fit to win a new six-year term at an election in October. Yet big questions remain about his future, and on Thursday the strain appeared to show. In a televised speech to the Catholic service in his home state of Barinas, Chavez cried and his voice broke as he eulogised Jesus, revolutionary fighter Ernesto "Che" Guevara and South American independence hero Simon Bolivar.
"Never forget that we are the children of giants ... I could not avoid some tears," the former soldier said, his parents and other relatives looking on from the church rows. "Give me your crown, Jesus. Give me your cross, your thorns so that I may bleed. But give me life, because I have more to do for this country and these people. Do not take me yet," Chavez added, standing below an image of Jesus with the Crucifix.
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RegulatorCountry’s post has nothing to do with rejoicing in Chavez’ pain. You must be responding to another post.
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I think this song is more fitting.
You may be an ambassador to England or France,
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
You might be a rock ‘n’ roll addict prancing on the stage,
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
You may be a business man or some high degree thief,
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,
You may be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
You may be living in another country under another name
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
You may be a construction worker working on a home,
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,
You might own guns and you might even own tanks,
You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
You may call me anything but no matter what you say
You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody.
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
Need to figure out if you are for God or for Marx, hombre.
I read *your* post wrong. Sorry, FRiend.
I think it’s a *sin* to rejoice in an enemy’s pain, when one could be praying for his conversion instead.
Hey, Chavez, when you get to tell, give a shout out to Ted Kenndy, and tell him he is not missed here on earth.
Who’s going to run Venequela when he’s gone? He doesn’t have an Eva Peron in the wings does he?
Dear Comrade, I hate to break this to you, but one of these men is not like the others. If you are trying to cover all the bases, add Satan to your list of your eulogies. And by the way, yo TIME is UP!
I'm starting to believe he really could smell the pits of hell, he just got the reason wrong.
I don’t know if Zero will spare his life, but...
I’m confused, here.
I’d rejoice if he’s actually repented. I made no mention of his pain. It’s the condition of all Creation since the fall. We’re all groaning and travailing together, every creature great and small.
If his pain has led him to the Lord, it can be regarded as having been an objective good, though.
Satan must have been having a good laugh at that. He knew that Chavez was right about smelling the sulfurs of Hell, but it wasn't for President Bush.
bill maher will not be pleased.
Chavez wants more life so that he can continue his evil on Earth. That is at odds with the teachings of Jesus.
If the kleptocrat thug is looking for salvation, he’s doing it wrong.
MARGIE THE MIDGET
(words and music by Martin Mull)
I spent a lovely boyhood
hitching rides on passing trains
I was lying near the windows
with my aches against the panes
but now...
I’m sitting on a houseboat
tied to a wharf
come and see me today
sitting on a houseboat
I got married to a dwarf
come and see us anyway
I married a midget
why not?
I thought about it an awful lot
and I couldn’t think of any reason that
didn’t seem small
and when I thought just a little more
about it
I couldn’t think of any reason at all
Keep on your toes
My midget bride
You’re just as tall as a rose
and three dozen wide
when folks come over, Margie, honey
you don’t have to hide
I love you little midget
every way that we’ve tried...
You may well be correct. It’s not an impossibility, though.
“And God said...Hugo who?”
Hugo NOT!
I’m sure GOD would not say what I would.
HGFY
Graffiti from the past: “God is dead”, Hugo
below is written “Hugo is DEAD”, GOD
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