It is my view that the Police Officer who pointed a gun at members of the Moats Family should be fired out of hand.
Taking thirteen minutes to write a ticket is one thing and stopping those individuals from being with a dying relative by some stretch of the imagination could be considered bad judgment, drawing and pointing a gun at citizens for running a stop sign is something else.
This Police Officer needs to be terminated and never be again be put in a position of being authorized to carry a firearm and point it at anyone.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
I PERSEVERE
I PERSEVERE
Fur Elise, a composition for piano,is and always will be to me,
A piece of transcendent, incalculable, inestimable beauty.
Yet it was composed by someone losing his hearing,
Who, as a consequence, was never permitted to fully appreciate
The artistic immensity, ethereal majesty and awesome symmetry
He had brought into being.
So I dare not flinch from grappling with
The ultimate paradox and consummate irony of human existence,
I must from somewhere garner the will and spiritual resiliency
To persevere.
WILLIAM E. VIRTUE
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Fur Elise, a composition for piano,is and always will be to me,
A piece of transcendent, incalculable, inestimable beauty.
Yet it was composed by someone losing his hearing,
Who, as a consequence, was never permitted to fully appreciate
The artistic immensity, ethereal majesty and awesome symmetry
He had brought into being.
So I dare not flinch from grappling with
The ultimate paradox and consummate irony of human existence,
I must from somewhere garner the will and spiritual resiliency
To persevere.
WILLIAM E. VIRTUE
Copyright Retained, All Rights Reserved
Sunday, November 25, 2007
DANCING IN UNISON!
I exist dancing in prophetic unison with a receding, fragile, quixotic hope,
That there will be a miracle, that the world of men will belatedly hear my plea,
Renounce irrationality and blindness, the myths that in totality cause overdose, that deadly Absolutist dope,
And embrace and create a viable future, the possibility of happiness, by making telling the truth their mantra.
Is there, obscured by the lies that brawl and contend for belief on this barren world, a omnipotent choreographer,
Shaping another destiny, out of a past replete and redolent with war, blood and tragedy?
Will the doom foretold centuries ago by Nostradamus soon befall us?
Will there be an attack on Iran, that will cause us to revert to SAVAGERY?
That there will be a miracle, that the world of men will belatedly hear my plea,
Renounce irrationality and blindness, the myths that in totality cause overdose, that deadly Absolutist dope,
And embrace and create a viable future, the possibility of happiness, by making telling the truth their mantra.
Is there, obscured by the lies that brawl and contend for belief on this barren world, a omnipotent choreographer,
Shaping another destiny, out of a past replete and redolent with war, blood and tragedy?
Will the doom foretold centuries ago by Nostradamus soon befall us?
Will there be an attack on Iran, that will cause us to revert to SAVAGERY?
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