Monsanto’s trying to make it happen: advertise aggressively, collect the money and to hell with the people.
Civil marriage – marriage regulated by the State – should be banned completely in the United States. Marriage is a matter of way of life and belief, and should be left to the religious and philosophical spheres. Including marriage as a civil structure simply brings the United States one step closer to a theocracy.
Test all children for parentage at birth (eliminate the “marriage presumption”) and eliminate all governmental monetary ties to marriage. Have social security cover minor children of decedents, and allow people to designate one and only one adult to receive survivor’s benefits based on a decedent’s work record.
Allow adults living together at one address to either file one tax return for all residents or else to file all singly (single filing required for persons at government institutions such as prison halfway houses.) Better still, adopt the Fair Tax instead of the Income Tax and there is no problem with filing at all, since there’s no filing.
Of course, this would put a lot of family lawyers out of work, not to mention loophole accountants…
Take him, earth, for cherishing
To thy tender breast receive him.
Body of a man I bring thee,
Noble even in its ruin.
Once was this a spirit’s dwelling,
By the breath of God created.
High the heart that here was beating,
Christ the prince of all its living.
Guard him well, the dead I give thee,
Not unmindful of his creature
Shall He ask it: He who made it
Symbol of His mystery.
– Prudentius (348 CE – 413 CE)
… when can I expect to see the Republican House members introduce a bill for an immediate and total pullout from Iraq?
Sometimes a poet, writing of one matter – in Laurence Binyon’s case, the English Expeditionary Force in the First World War – will write words so timeless that those parts not specifically tied to place or time re-echo through the ages whenever a like event occurs.
The second, fourth, sixth, and seventh verses of For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon, for this eve of 9/11:
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.