Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Mr. Feingold is a true American. I for one am proud that he represents Wisconsin. He stuck up for your rights by voting again the Patriot Act. He continues to fight on your behalf, even when your rights are treading in a quagmire of despondency. How many of you have you even bothered to read the ill-named Patriot Act? . . . Most don't know how far it goes and most believe in the righteous cause . . . But so did the Nazis. No one wants to hear the comparison, heck I don't want to make it, but wake up. Big brother is goose stepping outside your door. I am a Republican and I believe in freedom. What the administration is doing is not for security, but the actions of tyranny.
Mr. Bushes next move is easy to predict. Because of his low numbers, there will be a new front in the war for terrorism. In the name of insurgents in Iraq, we'll be in Syria, Iran, etc. And there is no coalition in the congress that is willing to come together and stop it. Do you want a third world war? You're not so naive that you really believe our own Civil War was fought over Slavery? It wasn't . . . It was because a Senator walked out . . . And then came the Session . . . The Confederate States of America were formed and they fired on the Federally held forts in their newly formed Country . . . And that's when a new president with a platform to end slavery, acted. And the rest is history.
Folks if Lincoln's party, my party didn't have such a hard lined approach to slavery, every family in the U.S. wouldn't have had to endure a family member dying in that war and still slavery would have ended. The majority of the people were Anti-slavery.
Our Congress is the checks and balances of the people and they have left us hanging out on the clothes line.
Dan Hanosh
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words has forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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