I meant to start this post off lightly, with this bit about our President's regard for Fatherhood:
President Obama at an event on Friday intended to start a national conversation on fatherhood.
In his memoir, “Dreams From My Father,” Mr. Obama describes his father, who died when Mr. Obama was 21, as “a myth to me, both more and less than a man.”
Obama told teenagers and community leaders in the East Room of the White House, beginning what he called a “national conversation on responsible fatherhood
student Larry Holmes from St. Albans School, asked Mr. Obama: “Traveling from state to state, country to country, being the president, which one is funner? Being a father or being a president?”
“There’s nothing more fun than being a father,” Mr. Obama said, then quipped, “Now, my kids aren’t teenagers yet, so I don’t know whether that will maintain itself.”
but the day grew dark, and my momentum slipped; my gray beard grew wet with the same old tears that dripped
A young sixteen year old woman died in the streets of Iran yesterday, shot in Tehran 19:05 June 20th on Karekar Avenue, at the corner crossing Khosravi Street and Salehi Street amidst protestors against the regime; her Father reportedly holding a simple sign saying " Freedom"
Her name was ندا (#Neda), which means voice or call in Farsi-now, voice of the people, a call to freedom.
I'm here to tell you my sister died while in her father's hands I'm here to tell you my sister had big dreams... I'm here to tell you my sister who died was a decent person... and like me yearned for a day when her hair would be swept by the wind... and like me read "Forough" [Forough Farrokhzad]... and longed to live free and equal... and she longed to hold her head up and announce, "I'm Iranian"... and she longed to one day fall in love to a man with a shaggy hair... and she longed for a daughter to braid her hair and sing lullaby by her crib... my sister died from not having life... my sister died as injustice has no end... my sister died since she loved life too much... and my sister died since she lovingly cared for people... my loving sister, I wish you had closed your eyes when your time had come... the very end of your last glance burns my soul.... sister have a short sleep. your last dream be sweet.
"A reader who couldn't quite make out what her father was saying in the video understood after learning that her name is Neda. He sent in the transcript: "Neda, don't be afraid. Neda, don't be afraid. (There is yelling and screaming.) Neda, stay with me. Neda stay with me!"
Children of the New World - daevid allen
Tell me what's it all about
What is this funny old world that
We can't do without
Tell me why we argue like we do.
We rob & rape & kill & still don't understand
We only rob ourselves
& then we wonder why we suffer like we do
soon we'll remember
& understand
THE CHILDREN OF THE NEW WORLD
& THE DIFFERENT GAMES THEY PLAY
cos we made love all the night time
turned out to be the right time
now there's children everywhere
Tell me where you're really from
What is this funny old world the human race has won
Tell me why to die fills us with fear
Its not the first its not the last time we'll be born
Our turn will come again
Pick up put down those clothes of human flesh we wear
Slowly we're learning
To understand
THE CHILDREN OF THE NEW WORLD
ARE THE CHILDREN OF TODAY
Soon they'll begin
Revolutionizing
& reorganising
As the old world fades away
Lets start today
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