Tuesday, August 03, 2004
mad
My most esteemed friend, and not so frequent as it once was partner in decadence, Cardinal Fang commented on a recent post stating, "you're mad... you know that, right?"
Well, as my dear friend is a Limey, I shall assume he means "mad" in the "as a hatter" British way and not the impetuous tantruming way that is the familiar way to us Yanks.
Well, my dear readers, I must set the record straight. I dare say I am scarcely a smidge this side of taking umbrage with the suggestion that my sanity may be in question.
If it is "mad" to be a voice for the voiceless, sight for the blind and ears for the deaf, to provide strength for the weak, to do for those who don't, to be a rock of stability in lives full of chaos, to champion the rights of the downtrodden, and for God sake's do it all because it's for the damn children. . .
If it is "mad" to do as Walt Whitman wrote:
"Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men -- go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers or families -- re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem." (from the 1855 preface to 'Leaves of Grass')
Then I stand before you as a madman.
I will go on, ever forward, living the words of inspirational wisdom the late great Orson Welles spoke so righteously on the song "Defender" by the greatest Viking Goth Death Metal rockers of all time, Manowar:
"Now your mission lies ahead of you
As did mine so long ago
To help the helpless ones who all look up to you
And to defend them to the end
Defender
Ride like the wind
Fight proud, my son
You're the defender
God has sent"
Death to False Metal. Into Glory Ride.
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Well, as my dear friend is a Limey, I shall assume he means "mad" in the "as a hatter" British way and not the impetuous tantruming way that is the familiar way to us Yanks.
Well, my dear readers, I must set the record straight. I dare say I am scarcely a smidge this side of taking umbrage with the suggestion that my sanity may be in question.
If it is "mad" to be a voice for the voiceless, sight for the blind and ears for the deaf, to provide strength for the weak, to do for those who don't, to be a rock of stability in lives full of chaos, to champion the rights of the downtrodden, and for God sake's do it all because it's for the damn children. . .
If it is "mad" to do as Walt Whitman wrote:
"Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men -- go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers or families -- re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem." (from the 1855 preface to 'Leaves of Grass')
Then I stand before you as a madman.
I will go on, ever forward, living the words of inspirational wisdom the late great Orson Welles spoke so righteously on the song "Defender" by the greatest Viking Goth Death Metal rockers of all time, Manowar:
"Now your mission lies ahead of you
As did mine so long ago
To help the helpless ones who all look up to you
And to defend them to the end
Defender
Ride like the wind
Fight proud, my son
You're the defender
God has sent"
Death to False Metal. Into Glory Ride.
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