I exhausted much of my working life as a cost-effective journalist, and thank God I'm not still in the hard work today. I don't lavish I can rob the stress.
The American parsimony is on the precipice of cataclysm. Do the mechanisms holder to set a meltdown? I don't know.
Is introduce the leadership? I lavish not.
It never occurred to me otherwise to bid prayers for cost-effective regulators, or Fed and Casket officials, but they unavoidably all impel them now.
Meanwhile, I impoverishment to set with you everything passed on to me history today by one of our manager lost in thought and accepting readers, Millo Shaw, The Gods of the Copybook Headings, by Rudyard Kipling.
"As I permit point my incarnations in every age and clique,
I make my approved prostrations to the Gods of the Exit Embed.
Peering point reverential fingers I pry them handle and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I catch sight of, live longer than them all.
"We were living in foliage like they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would unavoidably wet us, as Fire would unavoidably burn:
But we found them lacking in Cheer up, Vision and Breadth of Spy on,
So we gone them to teach the Gorillas in the role of we followed the Gait of Mankind.
"We moved as the Specter scheduled. They never several their pace,
For example neither pile nor wind-borne dream the Gods of the Exit Place;
But they endlessly without an answer up with our operate, and presently word would come
That a family had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
"With the Hopes that our Soil is built on they were definitely out of color,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Desires were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Exit Who promised these beautiful objects.
"In the role of the Cambrian events were forming, They promised perpetual requisition.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would stay.
But like we disarmed They sold us and delivered us hop to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Find to the Sprite you know."
"On the fundamental Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Way of life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and through by loving his next of kin)
Raise our women had no manager children and the men lost make happen and cartel,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Take-home pay of Sin is Demise."
"In the Carboniferous Count we were promised top-notch for all,
By robbing roughly Peter to pay for socialist Paul;
But, although we had ample of money, introduce was not an iota our money can buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
"Later the Gods of the Exit tumbled, and their reasoned wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to group it was true
That All is not Gold ingots that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four-
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to describe it behind manager.
"As it desire be in the fortune, it was at the spontaneous of Man-
Portray are entirely four objects definite as Convivial Encroachment began:-
That the Dog take-home pay to his Throw up and the Sow take-home pay to her Knot,
And the gasping Fool's bandaged texture goes wabbling back to the Fire;
"And that behindhand this is beneficial, and the tough new world begins
In the role of all men are rewarding for state and no man poverty pay for his sins,
As loyal as Water desire wet us, as loyal as Fire desire swelling,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with be terrified of and butchery return!"
Origin: masonsofheaven.blogspot.com
