Ship Of Fools!

[JoJo]

" A lie told once remains a lie but a lie told a thousand times becomes the truth"

 Joseph Gobbels

Arctic tours ship MS MALMO with 16 passengers on board got stuck in ice on Sep 3 off Longyearbyen, Svalbard Archipelago, halfway between Norway and North Pole. The ship is on Arctic tour with Climate Change documentary film team, and tourists, concerned with Climate Change and melting Arctic ice. All 16 Climate Change warriors were evacuated by helicopter in challenging conditions, all are safe. 7 crew remains on board, waiting for Coast Guard ship assistance.

Full funny story here;

https://www.breitbart.com/europe/2019/09/09/ship-of-fools-vi-another-global-warming-expedition-scuppered-by-ice/

[Nemo]

Thats great!

Nemo

[Rogue-Metalsmith]

@Nemo this made my day
 

[Kbop]

so global warming will burn us up.
the maunder minimum solar cycle will freeze us.

on average i feel fine.

[bennington.camper]

It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine....

[Nemo]

Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage! Rage at the dying of the light.

Nemo

[Erick]

Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage! Rage at the dying of the light.

Nemo

Yes!!! This!!!!

[Nemo]

If 2 lines was that good !!!, better put on a straight jacket before you read it all Erick.   You can hear a reading of it at link below.  Well worth the couple minutes.

Nemo



https://poets.org/poem/do-not-go-gentle-good-night

Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[Nemo]

Or we can go all the way back to Yorktown and the Brits music as they left the fort post surrender.

Trigger warning (yes that trigger warning thing is a joke) but this is unconfirmed and at least a bit disputed.

Nemo


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World_Turned_Upside_Down

The World Turned Upside Down (To the Tune of, When the King enioys his own again.)

Listen to me and you shall hear, news hath not been this thousand year:
Since Herod, Caesar, and many more, you never heard the like before.
Holy-dayes are despis'd, new fashions are devis'd.
Old Christmas is kickt out of Town.
Yet let's be content, and the times lament, you see the world turn'd upside down.

The wise men did rejoyce to see our Savior Christs Nativity:
The Angels did good tidings bring, the Sheepheards did rejoyce and sing.
Let all honest men, take example by them.
Why should we from good Laws be bound?
Yet let's be content, and the times lament, you see the world turn'd upside down.
 
Command is given, we must obey, and quite forget old Christmas day:
Kill a thousand men, or a Town regain, we will give thanks and praise amain.
The wine pot shall clinke, we will feast and drinke.
And then strange motions will abound.
Yet let's be content, and the times lament, you see the world turn'd upside down.
 
Our Lords and Knights, and Gentry too, doe mean old fashions to forgoe:
They set a porter at the gate, that none must enter in thereat.
They count it a sin, when poor people come in.
Hospitality it selfe is drown'd.
Yet let's be content, and the times lament, you see the world turn'd upside down.
 
The serving men doe sit and whine, and thinke it long ere dinner time:
The Butler's still out of the way, or else my Lady keeps the key,
The poor old cook, in the larder doth look,
Where is no goodnesse to be found,
Yet let's be content, and the times lament, you see the world turn'd upside down.
 
To conclude, I'le tell you news that's right, Christmas was kil'd at Naseby fight:
Charity was slain at that same time, Jack Tell troth too, a friend of mine,
Likewise then did die, rost beef and shred pie,
Pig, Goose and Capon no quarter found.
Yet let's be content, and the times lament, you see the world turn'd upside down.