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Arcane holidays
Jan. 25th, 2008 08:56 am Happy Robbie Burns Day!
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Just watched Michael Moore's Sicko, and I have to say it's a bit of an oversimplification of how rosey things are for Canadian Health Care. But I also have to say, having just been able to get a mammogram and ultrasound for free, that I am incredibly grateful to Tommy Douglas for his role in making that possible. And to dear old Kiefer, for helping with the fight to maintain the health care system. Just 'cause, you know, everything has to relate back to 24 somehow!
And that voice talking about humanity and winter? Just makes me swoon.
(For what it's worth, he says "were" three times in this clip, and he sounds perfectly normal to me!)
And that voice talking about humanity and winter? Just makes me swoon.
(For what it's worth, he says "were" three times in this clip, and he sounds perfectly normal to me!)
