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Originally posted by Carseller4
Originally posted by EspyderMan
reply to post by METACOMET
Very misleading title to say the least. Looks like a statue to me, not a man.
Thanks for misleading me into this waste of space.
Originally posted by HeavenlyDivine
Originally posted by SphinxMontreal
Hard to believe the USA once had enlightened individuals who so eloquently documented the plight of the common man. And what does the country have as the equivalent today? Rap music. Oh my.
There's plenty of enlightened rappers who eloquently document the plight of the common man.
Benjamin Zephaniah, William Shields(Jehst), Dead Prez, Zack De La Rocha, Lowkey, Nas, Tupac etc etc etc
The Capitalist Corporate scum are almost directly responsible for the deterioration of Hip Hop and any other genre of music you can think of. An enlightened individual would see this clearly and refuse to tow the media line. By that I mean not taking pot-shots at rap music, video games or w/e else they're trying to scapegoat.
Originally posted by METACOMET
Henry, who lives in a simple yet handsome shack, resides a short distance from me. If I paddle over the Fairhaven Bay and walk through the woods, I can always find him by his "small lake", as he likes to call it. Henry is a gentle lover of nature, historian, a philosophical man, a school teacher, a Harvard graduate, a writer. The king of all his castles.
My grandfather's father introduced him to Henry and his books when he was a boy. Grandfather introduced my father, and my father introduced me. Henry is a very old man. 193 years old. He started writing in 1840.
Now that I'm all grown up(kinda), I find myself seeking his input on certain subjects on occasion. I've recently come to the realization that Henry was not only speaking to his contemporary Americans then, but more-so for us, right now:
Originally posted by ReHaBzWuRdZ
Originally posted by METACOMET
Henry, who lives in a simple yet handsome shack, resides a short distance from me. If I paddle over the Fairhaven Bay and walk through the woods, I can always find him by his "small lake", as he likes to call it. Henry is a gentle lover of nature, historian, a philosophical man, a school teacher, a Harvard graduate, a writer. The king of all his castles.
My grandfather's father introduced him to Henry and his books when he was a boy. Grandfather introduced my father, and my father introduced me. Henry is a very old man. 193 years old. He started writing in 1840.
Now that I'm all grown up(kinda), I find myself seeking his input on certain subjects on occasion. I've recently come to the realization that Henry was not only speaking to his contemporary Americans then, but more-so for us, right now:
I would Like To Meet Him As Well, Tell Him About Me, Make Stuff Up I Am Sure He Has Been Waiting For Someone Like You, To Post This To Find Me, and more importantly, OTHERS LIKE ME,
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