I was delighted to have my dad, who is 100 years old, recite another poem to me this week but this time he was on video! He said this one was for Trump.
If you want to see an actual, civil, decimation of a politician and oligarch’s policy, please watch.
Poppa Stu is a World War II Veteran. He returned after 6 months as a POW with a broken neck and a Purple Heart, and used the GI Bill to become a county doctor. Now he is writing a book about healthcare being a basic human right. Not a for-profit industry.
This is a one - two punch, in my opinion. Damnation by poetry. But I am slightly biased. If you know anyone who may be swayed by it, please share.
Poppa has dozens of poems memorized. He misses one line in this one - which is still an A grade at 100 years of age.
Three Cheers! So glad he will be voting this year! Three generations together voting for Harris.
Love you all,
Camille
Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI
By Sir Walter Scott
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;—
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
Breathes There the Man