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Veteran’s Day: President Lincoln Weighs In

Tuesday, November 11th, 2014

The following, published here every Memorial Day weekend and Veteran’s Day, is a letter from President Lincoln sent to a mother whose sons died in the Civil War for the Union cause:

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President Lincoln realized that sacrifice must be made to preserve the republic

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Executive Mansion,
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.

Dear Madam,

I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.

Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,

A. Lincoln

Memorial Day: President Lincoln Weighs In

Saturday, May 24th, 2014

The following, published here every Memorial Day weekend and Veteran’s Day, is a letter from President Lincoln sent to a mother whose sons died in the Civil War for the Union cause:

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President Lincoln realized that sacrifice must be made to preserve the republic

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Executive Mansion,
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.

Dear Madam,

I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.

Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,

A. Lincoln

The Taxman

Thursday, April 10th, 2014

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As another tax season concludes, it’s worth remembering that The Beatles, no Conservatives, didn’t like high taxes

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 As free-spirited as they were, The Beatles did not like high taxes

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With the tax deadline fast approaching and a never-ending debate on taxation that goes back at least to the Roman Empire, it might be instructive to consider The Beatles’ position on taxes as expressed by the lyrics of their song Taxman:

Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
‘Cos I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman

Should five percent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
‘Cos I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman

If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street
If you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat
If you get too cold, I’ll tax the heat
If you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet
Taxman
‘Cos I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman

Don’t ask me what I want it for
(taxman Mr. Wilson)
If you don’t want to pay some more
(Taxman Mr. Heath)
‘Cos I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
‘Cos I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman
And you’re working for no one but me
Taxman.

-I.M. Windee

If I Only Had A Brain…

Saturday, March 29th, 2014

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I.M. Windee aspires

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THE FOLOWING IS THE LYRICS FROM A SONG FROM THE WIZARD OF OZ:

I could wile away the hours
Conferrin’ with the flowers
Consultin’ with the rain
And my head I’d be scratchin’
While my thoughts were busy hatchin’
If I only had a brain

I’d unravel any riddle
For any individ’le
In trouble or in pain

Oh, I would tell you why
The ocean’s near the shore
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I’d sit and think some more

I would not be just a nuffin’
My head all full of stuffin’
My heart all full of pain
I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry
If I only had a brain

The Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz was a sage even if he didn’t realize it

Veteran’s Day: President Lincoln Weighs In

Sunday, November 10th, 2013

The following, published here every Memorial Day weekend and Veteran’s Day, is a letter from President Lincoln sent to a mother whose sons died in the Civil War for the Union cause:

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President Lincoln realized that sacrifice must be made to preserve the republic

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Executive Mansion,
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.

Dear Madam,

I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.

Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,

A. Lincoln

The Beatles on Compromise

Monday, October 28th, 2013

 Although The Beatles took an Obama-like position of no compromise, perhaps they were on to something

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The following is the lyrics to The Beatles song “We Can Work It Out”:

Try to see it my way,
Do i have to keep on talking till i can’t go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.
We can work it out,
We can work it out.
Think of what you’re saying.
You can get it wrong and still you think that it’s alright.
Think of what i’m saying,
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.
We can work it out,
We can work it out.
Life is very short, and there’s no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it’s a crime,
So i will ask you once again.
Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if i am right or i am wrong.
While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out,
We can work it out.
Life is very short, and there’s no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it’s a crime,
So i will ask you once again.
Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if i am right or i am wrong.
While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out,
We can work it out.

Come As You Are: But Don’t

Tuesday, August 6th, 2013

The Following is the lyrics of the late Kurt Cobain’s song “Come As You Are” who understood the contradictions of the human spirit:

Come as you are, as you were,

As I want you to be

As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.

Take your time, hurry up

The choice is yours, don’t be late.

Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memoria

Memoria

Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach

As I want you to be

As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria

Memoria

And I swear that I don’t have a gun

No I don’t have a gun

Memoria

Memoria – and I don’t have a gun

And I swear that I don’t have a gun

No I don’t have a gun Memoria

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While Kurt Cobain had issues, he realized others did, too

Robert Frost on The Road Taken

Sunday, July 14th, 2013
Robert Frost met a fork in the road and made the wise choice
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I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost
from The Road Not Taken
                      

Judge Learned Hand on Taxes

Wednesday, May 29th, 2013

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By the standards of today’s Liberals, Judge Learned Hand was unpatriotic given his view on minimizing taxes

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“Any one may so arrange his affairs that his taxes shall be as low as possible; he is not bound to choose that pattern which will best pay the Treasury; there is not even a patriotic duty to increase one’s taxes.”

-U.S. Judge Learned Hand

Helvering v. Gregory, 69 F.2d 809, 810-11 (2d Cir. 1934).

 

Memorial Day: President Lincoln Weighs In

Saturday, May 25th, 2013

The following, published here every Memorial Day weekend and Veteran’s Day, is a letter from President Lincoln sent to a mother whose sons died in the Civil War for the Union cause:

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President Lincoln realized that sacrifice must be made to preserve the republic

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Executive Mansion,
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.

Dear Madam,

I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.

Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,

A. Lincoln