It makes sense, dunnit ?
First proper YouTube video is up, and I’m as excited as a totalitarian despot getting debt relief after promising ‘free & fair’ elections!
What John Boehner told me the night before he said he was quitting
When days are long. When days are hot
The day was long, the day was hot. Dangerous for the many, tiresome for the few. The willing traveled with you across our mountains edges. Those that traveled were rewarded separate within your walls. Upon entering we found an oasis of modern happiness we had not yet discovered in the shining city. Our first relation with you was happy. Our first relation with you, it was happy.
The days were long, the days were hot. We the young of the young, lacking the responsibility of others, grew content with our position. We ran in the gardens, we played in the fields, played in the other creatures way, and ran through our gods showers. Our person was in need of the responsible. We were cleaning ourselves, but the young found admiration of the other through the daily task of responsibility. We were astonished, we were confused. How could such an emotion exist with the ability to suspend the responsibility of those so designated? We discovered in our development of its rareness, it’s fragility, and it’s danger. We were too irresponsible to appreciate that. We are today.
The days are long, the days are hot. We left you for the shining city. We discovered in the city too the days were long, and the days were hotter. We became the responsible one day, Though we will not let our minds forget of one of our hottest days in the city when we witnesses the burning of our second house, and the damaging of our first home. We ran ,as much as modernity could take us, to the arms of the one that our God and many others first designated to be the young whom is responsible of the young. She gave us shelter as we repaired our first home, She gave us food as we regrew our homes garden. We will never forget.
The days will be long, the days will be hot. The days will be dangerous for the many, and tiresome for the few. We do not know what will be. We cannot speak of that. what we do know is our God does not allow our days to be too short, but he gives us refuge from our sun as the season ends. We will thank that God, we will remember his season with the happiness he allowed to enter, and we will thank him again. We will thank that God, we will remember his season with the sadness he allowed to enter, and we will thank him again.
Today the days may be long. today the days may be hot. Tomorrow the days will be shorter. Tomorrow the days will carry a breeze from the top of our highest mountain, to the bottom of our lowest valley. That day will come, and we will be happy.
Alternative history is always interesting
Shut up, royal baby haters. Monarchy is awesome.
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