Juvenal

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?


Sometimes, I look at things these days, and wonder just how we let the foxes in the henhouses.

rolleyes

 

And the Raven, never flitting,
still is sitting, still is sitting
on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming
of a demon's that is dreaming,
and the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor



So what exactly was the point of this, specifically? :confused

 

Just a little cryptic fun after reading the hot button category on Health Care.

Let's see how many henhouses we can come up with where the foxes are running the show...

 

Um... yeah... the Hot Button Topics forum is probably a better place for that kind of conversation...

 

Sorry, I posted in the Lounge.

My bad...

 

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

:-D Love me some Poe.

 

OK, let's just roll this over into a Halloween post.

It'd be more fun...

 

pumpkin 3.14

mmm:yum