The continuation of Skiing Uphill and Boregasm, Zug is 'the little blog that could.'

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Name: Ed Waldo
Location: of The West

I am a fictional construct originally conceived as a pen name for articles in the Los Angeles FREE PRESS at the 2000 Democratic Convention. The plume relating to the nom in question rests in the left hand of Hart Williams, about whom, the less said, the better. Officially "SMEARED" by the Howie Rich Gang. And now, smeared by Fox News and Sean Hannity, as well! Plus, FEARED by Ted Nugent! AND Hated by the Freepers!

Monday, October 8, 2007

Once more unto the breach, dear friends...

St. Crispian's Day!

Kicking and screaming, I am dragged back into the fray.

Didn't want to. Didn't mean to. But it is, as Kant notes, a Moral Imperative, no matter how hopeless I might reckon the effort.

But not here. Instead, HERE: at his vorpal sword, and at The Commonwealth of Blogistan. (They're NOT the same blog.) I also cross-post at numinous other sites.

Gentlemen in England now abed will hold their manhood cheap that did not blog here with us upon Saint Crispin's Day. (Or, HERE)

KING HENRY V (Wm. Shakespeare)

Act 3. Scene I

SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur.

Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders


Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect .... [MORE]

Courage. Grrrr.