'And Tomorrow'
Today is filled with anger,
fueled with hidden hate.
Scared of being outkast,
afraid of common fate.
Today is built on tragedies
which no one wants to face.
Nightmares to humanity
and morally disgraced.
Tonight is filled with Rage,
violence in the air.
Children bred with ruthlessness
cause no one at home cares.
Tonight I lay my head down
but the pressure never stops,
knowing that my sanity
content when I`m droped.
But tomorrow I see change,
a chance to build a new,
built on spirit intent
of heart and ideas based on truth.
Tomorrow I wake with second wind
and strong because of pride.
I know I fought with all my heart
to keep the dream alive.
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He was born in Alabama. He was bred in Illinois. He was nothing but a Plain black boy.
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Utdrag ur skadeanmälningar till Skandia:
Då det ej fanns något tvistemål om vem som skulle köra, fortsatte undertecknade vilket även herr Rose'n gjorde med sammanstötning som följd.
Jag har blifvit öfvererkörd af en atemobil med 90 kilm. i timmen och vill ha pengar för de. Utsikterna på vägen va godt och 8 meter bred. Jag föste mi ko öfver vägen och hålte på att springa tillbaka då biltermoristen var öfver mig. Ett revben vräkte han inåt och tri av tänderna låge kvar. Ä de fasoner de. Nä nä. Srif mej till och lemna 1,000 kr annars blir de laga sak åvet.
Jag trodde rutan var nedfälld, men jag märkte när jag stack ut huvudet genom den att den var stängd.
En fotgängare kolliderade med mej och for under min bil.
Jag tutade, med bilhornet gick inte, för det var stulet.
Olyckhändelsen orsakades av att vägen krökte.
För att undvika kollisionen körde jag på den andra bilen.
Jag kolliderade med en stillastående spårvagn som kom från motsatta hållet.
Jag körde över en karl: han erkände att felet var hans, för han hade blivit överkörd förut.
Kon gick emot bilen: efteråt fick jag veta att hon inte var riktigt klok!
Motorcyklisten avled senare av skador som han tillfogades på Karlstads Lasarett.
Jag föll i vägbanan. Min man fortsatte med sin moped och körde sedan i diket. Om jag fick hjälp eller om jag reste mig själv minns jag inte. Men när min man kom tillbaka och fick se att jag överlevt blev chocken för svår för honom så han föll ner avsvimmad.
Jag stannade vid övergångstället då motparten körde mej i stjärten utan min tillåtelse.
Vittnet kallade sig själv för gentleman, men jag tror det är riktigare att kalla honom för garageföreståndare.
Det fanns en mängd åskådare men inga vittnen...
Min fru har stortvätt på tisdagarna och när jag återvände hem på kvällen fick jag vindrutan och två tänder utslagna.
Den andra vagnen kolliderade med min utan att giva någon som helst varning om sina avsikter.
Min man mådde illa, så det gällde att få tag i en annan man...
Jag vet inte vems felet var att vi båda fumlade, tvekade och kolliderade...
Den kvinnliga föraren fick hela frampartiet intryckt.
Olyckan berodde på att vägen svängde och var bevuxen med buskar och träd.
Vid kollisionstillfället befann jag mig i sittande ställning på Dr Lindgrens toilett, varför jag icke kunde göra något för att avvärja skadan.
Den döde kom cycklande från vänster...
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Better were it to be unborn than to be ill bred.
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I believe no satirist could breathe this air. If another Juvenal or Swift could rise up among us tomorrow, he would be hunted down. If you have any knowledge of our literature, and can give me the name of any man, American born and bred, who has anatomized our follies as a people, and not as this or that party; and who has escaped the foulest and most brutal slander, the most inveterate hatred and intolerant pursuit; it will be a strange name in my ears, believe me.
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Organized charity itself is the symptom of a malignant social disease. Those vast, complex, interrelated organizations aiming to control and to diminish the spread of misery and destitution and all the menacing evils that spring out of this sinisterly fertile soil, are the surest sign that our civilization has bred, is breeding and perpetuating constantly increasing numbers of defectives, delinquents and dependents.......to breed out of the race the scourges of transmissible disease, mental defect, poverty, lawlessness, crime since these classes would be decreasing in number instead of breeding like weeds....such a plan would reduce the birthrate among the diseased, the sickly, the poverty stricken and anti-social classes, elements unable to provide for themselves, and the burden of which we are all forced to carry
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'Miss C_____'s father,' says Betty, 'had much better have bred his daughter a housewife, and then, mayhap, she might have got her a husband, w...
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Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
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No person who is well bred, kind and modest is ever offensively plain; all real deformity means want for manners or of heart.
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There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
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'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.
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Of all the various kinds of sexual intercourse, this has the least to recommend it. As an amusement, it is too fleeting; as an occupation, it is too wearing; as a public exhibition, there is no money in it. It is unsuited to the drawing room, and in the most cultured society it has long been banished from the social board. It has at last, in our day of progress and improvement, been degraded to brotherhood with flatulence. Among the best bred, these two arts are now indulged only in private--- though by consent of the whole company, when only males are present, it is still permissible, in good society, to remove the embargo on the fundamental sigh.
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The delicious faces of children, the beauty of school-girls, "the sweet seriousness of sixteen," the lofty air of well-born, well-bred boys, t...
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Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill-bred it is!
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Organized charity itself is the symptom of a malignant social disease. Those vast, complex, interrelated organizations aiming to control and to diminish the spread of misery and destitution and all the menacing evils that spring out of this sinisterly fertile soil, are the surest sign that our civilization has bred, is breeding and perpetuating constantly increasing numbers of defectives, delinquents and dependents.......to breed out of the race the scourges of transmissible disease, mental defect, poverty, lawlessness, crime � since these classes would be decreasing in number instead of breeding like weeds....such a plan would � reduce the birthrate among the diseased, the sickly, the poverty stricken and anti-social classes, elements unable to provide for themselves, and the burden of which we are all forced to carry
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All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.
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"And Tomorrow"
Today is filled with anger,
fueled with hidden hate.
Scared of being outkast,
afraid of common fate.
Today is built on tragedies
which no one wants to face.
Nightmares to humanity
and morally disgraced.
Tonight is filled with Rage,
violence in the air.
Children bred with ruthlessness
cause no one at home cares.
Tonight I lay my head down
but the pressure never stops,
knowing that my sanity
content when I`m droped.
But tomorrow I see change,
a chance to build a new,
built on spirit intent
of heart and ideas based on truth.
Tomorrow I wake with second wind
and strong because of pride.
I know I fought with all my heart
to keep the dream alive.
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What harm cause not those huge draughts or pictures which wanton youth with chalk or coals draw in each passage, wall or stairs of our great houses, whence a cruel contempt of our natural store is bred in them?
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We succesfully bred a Shitzu and a Bulldog. We called it a Bullshit.
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Cows when not bred for passivity so that they will go meekly to slaughter.. revert to their acute intelligence, and can live easily in the wild.
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The delicious faces of children, the beauty of school-girls, 'the sweet seriousness of sixteen,' the lofty air of well-born, well-bred boys, t...
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Give me the critic bred in Nature's school, who neither talks by rote, nor thinks by rule; who feeling's honest dictates still obeys, and dares, without a precedent, to praise.
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If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
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Okay, our focus: Are babies bing Bred for Satanic Sacrifice ? Controversial to say the least. Unbelievable to say the least. Disgusting to say the least. We’ll be right back !
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Silence is one of the great arts of conversation, as allowed by Cicero himself, who says, 'there is not only an art, but an eloquence in it.' A well bred woman may easily and effectually promote the most useful and elegant conversation without speaking a word. The modes of speech are scarcely more variable than the modes of silence.
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Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
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By far the most dangerous foe we have to fight is apathy - indifference from whatever cause, not from a lack of knowledge, but from carelessness, from absorption in other pursuits, from a contempt bred of self satisfaction.
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Silence is one of the great arts of conversation, as allowed by Cicero himself, who says, 'there is not only an art, but an eloquence in it.' A well bred woman may easily and effectually promote the most useful and elegant conversation without speaking a word. The modes of speech are scarcely more variable than the modes of silence.
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Observe it, the vulgar often laugh, but never smile, whereas well-bred people often smile, and seldom or never laugh. A witty thing never excited laughter, it pleases only the mind and never distorts the countenance.
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Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
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