Just stuff…

When I was a fighting man,

The kettle drums, they beat.

The people scattered gold dust,

Beneath my horses feet.

Now I am a great king,

And people hound my track.

With poison in my wine cups,

And daggers at my back.

That was written by Robert E. Howard, creator of Conan the Barbarian… (I think he wrote it. I can’t be expected to look up every detail, can I?)…

I just like the way it sums up the whole quest for power thing. Be careful what you wish for…

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16 Responses to Just stuff…

    • Wait, which part are you supporting, just out of curiosity…

      • Be careful what you wish for… I think I sort of got what I was wishing for in that I’m across the country and away from the in-laws, affectionately known as “The Crazies”. However, as it turns out they can impose just as much stress from 3,000 miles away as then can in person. To make matters worse, my oldest son (23) is there holding down the fort for us while we are away and I’m afraid he’s being subjected to their caustic, melodramatic BS. These people have no boundaries. So… long story well… long, I got my wish but I’m afraid it may be at the expense of my son’s peace of mind and that’s definitely not cool with me. Wfew! sorry, that was a bit of a rant. You can send me a bill… lol

        And yes, I get that my wish wasn’t directly related to the quest for power… your last words struck a chord with me. 🙂 Thanks!

  1. elroyjones's avatar elroyjones says:

    You might be interested in reading Old Jules’ blog So Far From Heaven, like-minded in some respects.

    Peace, man.

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