Booty just isn’t holy enough for some godheads. Sad day.
Booty just isn’t holy enough for some godheads. Sad day.
Ave Maria Gratia plena
Maria Gratia plena
Maria Gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus
Et benedictus fructus ventris
Ventris tui Jesus
Ave Maria
Ave Maria Mater dei
Ora pro nobis pecatoribus
Ora, ora pro nobis
Ora ora pro nobis pecatoribus
Nunc et in hora mortis
In hora mortis, mortis nostrae
In hora mortis nostrae
Ave Maria!
The histrionics going on right now are something to behold.
My choir is singing this at a late Remembrance Day Concert. I hope to get a recording of us performing, but until then the ASU concert choir does a masterful rendition for this most important of days.
We Remember Them
In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us,
as we remember them.
One of the features of partisan thinking is answering a question with a response meant to incriminate the other side, rather than addressing the substance of the question. Watch and see it on display not once, but several times – having an honest conversation with someone like this is quite frustrating.
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