Which is the title of a really good song by the Moody Blues – but also a good time for an open thread.
First, some poetry:
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved,
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
– Wm. Shakespeare
Then a joke:
Why Beer Is Better Than Obama
Beer is better than Obama because soldiers like beer.
Beer is better than Obama because beer doesn’t mind if you cling to your beer.
Beer is better than Obama because sailors like beer.
Beer is better than Obama because beer doesn’t mind if you own an SUV.
Beer is better than Obama because marines like beer.
Beer is better than Obama because beer isn’t a lawyer.
Beer is better than Obama because beer and whine don’t mix.
Now, have at it.