Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
By Dylan Thomas
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 had 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.
"I don't take sh*t from no one!" - Thornton Mellon (Rodney Dangerfield in "Back to School" after reciting this poem and being asked "What does this poem mean to you?")
PS - The ebola Conference is back on.
http://dailycaller.com/2014/07/30/ebola-outbreak-wont-stop-obamas-plans-for-summit-of-african-leaders/#!
And besides the huge illegal threat on our southern border and the diseases rampant there...stuff like
this story kinda make you go "Hmm?"!
Oh, and I hear the poor border control folks are being whupped on by gangs and such, so sad too bad, hard to feel sorry for people who instead of enforcing the laws on the books instead do the bidding of their statist masters in Das Kapital, so boo hoo!