7-3 Semper FI



4-5 Never give up!



7-4 The Heat is on



Seeing my self as a Moderate, I believe in Live and let live.

Sexual Orientation is not a choice but a gift beyond our
understanding. As are most relationships?

I'm somewhat old school. In as an eye fore an eye and
one should never abandon one's loyalties nor principles

MY 00



MY 90



MY 80

Blade Runner

I've seen things you people would not believe
attacked ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near
the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in time
Like tears in rain,
Time to die

~Roy Batty

Its to bad she won't live
but then again who does.
~Gaff

Charles Dickens



A Christmas Carol
A Tale of Two Cities
David Copperfield
Great Expectations
Hard Times
Nicholas Nickleby
Oliver Twist
The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain
The Pickwick Papers
The Uncommercial Traveller

These are just the ones I have read

"All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people
of good conscience to remain silent"
Thomas Jefferson



SAINT CRISPIN’S DAY SPEECH
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.

And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.

Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.

This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:

And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.


And...


To Thine Own Self Be True

Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for.
There ... my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel but, being in,
Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!

-- William Shakespeare

My father