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John McCain's Keating Economics: Full 13 minutes Video Link Here.
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Also click this thread on up, so that others get to see it. Thanks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g72BuIvMbWY
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Comments (5)
Thank you, liam. For this and for all you do.
October 6, 2008 12:49 PM | Reply | Permalink
I concur and appreciate also. Many thanks.
October 6, 2008 1:01 PM | Reply | Permalink
When watching the video, if you get some audio interruptions, try clicking, just under the video, on the "watch in high quality" link. That solved the problem for me. If you are on a broadband connection, you should us the "high quality" option.
October 6, 2008 12:50 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks for your kind comments, but there is no need to thank me, for performing my civic duty.
This election is my last hurrah, and I want to do the right thing for America, and the world in the coming times, when I have passed on.
Sailing to Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees -
Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
-- William Butler Yeats
October 6, 2008 1:22 PM | Reply | Permalink
What does that mean "this is your last hurrah"?
October 6, 2008 4:28 PM | Reply | Permalink
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