We'll return to our schedualed broadcasting on thursday. In the mean time:
They shall not grow old,
As we who are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning,
We will remember them.
Boys fought and died in all manner of hell, that we might live free of fascism. Free to say what we like without fear of being shot. Free to fuck each other as we would without fear of being imprisoned. It could be better, but take a moment tomorrow to recall: It could've been so much worse.
Would that freedom could be paid for only once.
They shall not grow old,
As we who are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning,
We will remember them.
Boys fought and died in all manner of hell, that we might live free of fascism. Free to say what we like without fear of being shot. Free to fuck each other as we would without fear of being imprisoned. It could be better, but take a moment tomorrow to recall: It could've been so much worse.
Would that freedom could be paid for only once.
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bepps:
Ah, if only the Chinese, most African, a few of the South American, and (to a far lesser extent) those in India could sing those praises. And if only the Russians were singing those praises. We'd all just be one big partyin' bunch o' dudes. 
valkyrie:
You tell me! I for one don't like boobs at all. 
You tell me! I for one don't like boobs at all.