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
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Revelation!
I stand in a recess, in sheltered shadowy darkness,
Iconoclastically examining the human condition
From a completely detached, insensate, brutally revealing and unforgiving perspective,
With no horde of hearts for company,
My life becalmed, cocooned, encapsulated,
In a faerie, quixotic matrix of unending and pervasive loneliness.
With no family, or friends or loved ones surrounding, supporting or understanding,
With no drugs, no hugs, or kisses, or even the release and satisfaction of sweaty frenetic sex,
With no communication, or connection or the faintest recognition,
That the transcendent enterprise in which I am engaged might be worthwhile.
Existence reduced to a single self imposed focus and duty, to a wholly altruistic responsibility,
To conduct a detailed audit of primitive ideologies and responses hitherto lost in antiquity,
To create ideas that accurately describe and explain the existing reality,
And so construct an appropriate and fitting memorial and epitaph
To the so many human lives senselessly, futilely and tragically wasted.
Iconoclastically examining the human condition
From a completely detached, insensate, brutally revealing and unforgiving perspective,
With no horde of hearts for company,
My life becalmed, cocooned, encapsulated,
In a faerie, quixotic matrix of unending and pervasive loneliness.
With no family, or friends or loved ones surrounding, supporting or understanding,
With no drugs, no hugs, or kisses, or even the release and satisfaction of sweaty frenetic sex,
With no communication, or connection or the faintest recognition,
That the transcendent enterprise in which I am engaged might be worthwhile.
Existence reduced to a single self imposed focus and duty, to a wholly altruistic responsibility,
To conduct a detailed audit of primitive ideologies and responses hitherto lost in antiquity,
To create ideas that accurately describe and explain the existing reality,
And so construct an appropriate and fitting memorial and epitaph
To the so many human lives senselessly, futilely and tragically wasted.
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