Side note to Teejay & Bigboi (please skip to the body of the post if you are not teejay or Bigboi). I saw the invitations for beer. My ears perked up, and my taste buds budded. I didn't respond in that thread, 'cause I don't have time to take a shower every time I go in there, and I kept wishing that thing would slip into the mudflow and be buried forever. But I am definitely up for a beer. It'll be nice to be the token white boy. Hey! since we ain't Williams anymore, we could do a li'l tokin' our own bad selves! Nome sayin'? As long as we have to choose a town, I vote for N.O.
Body of post
(not to be confused with "maypole"):
This was passed on to me from one who has passed on, one who has seen many things, the H.I.I.C., not your regular Joe, the one, the only, Chief Joe!! And his equine friends.
I Will Winny No More Forever
Surrender Speech by Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce
I am tired of fighting. Our chefs are ready to cook. Secretariate is dead. Trigger is dead. Roses are growing where Black Beauty fell. The old men are all babbling. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led the young men is dead.
It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are not allowed to read. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no internet access, no pointy word spears. No one knows where they are--perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the (grateful)dead.
Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
bolded words indicate liberties taken, artistic license abused
Actually, my heart is a bit sick and sad that I would pervert such beautiful, poignant words. But I'll get used to it. Here, let me make it up to you Chief. These are the actual words used by Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce in his surrender speech:
I Will Fight No More Forever
I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead. Toohulhulsote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led the young men is dead.
It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food. No one knows where they are--perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead.
Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
SixofNine--pointy word spear class
