January 1, 2009
Poem: Invictus
(taking responsibility for one’s destiny)
Invictus
by William Ernest Henley 1849-1903
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the
shade,
And
September 28, 2008
We’re all dreaming of the day when GISOL will no longer exist, when the smooth-talking ‘gentleman’ who so glibly lured us into a reduced price, a sale, or a special offer is reduced to making license plates and the hands that transfered our signatures from the service contract to a fake credit card authorization are making hash marks on the wall of his cell to count the hopefully endless days until he’s released. But what about getting our money back? Do we have any recourse? The answer is
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September 17, 2008
I once worked in an elementary school. The principal had a wooden paddle hanging on the wall behind his desk; the words PAIN HURTS were burned into the wood. Somewhere out there are some people who think they're controlling us with the use of pain, people who enjoy inflicting it and who are savoring the results... people who weaken us by instilling fear and separate us by reaching into our private emotions. There has been a
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