And so it begins....
Fresh from a vigorous argument with the voices in my head and no longer sated by the insufferable dross of network television, I took a moment away from shock therapy and finger painting to ponder the eminent events of the coming Spring. It is at this time of year that I often return to Shakespeare’s “Henry V”. (I’ve included translations for the Springfield College and Central Michigan graduates.) If we are marked to die, we are now to do our country loss.” – Don't be a little girl about this, it’s time to sack up... “and if to live, the fewer men the greater share of honor.” – Avoid passing out early… “If it be a sin to covet honor, then I am the most offending man alive.” – Honor must mean “fat chicks”… “that he which hath no stomach for this fight, let him depart, his passport shall be made, and crowns for convoy be put into his purse.” – I hear North Dallas is looking for dudes… “He that shall live this day and see old age, will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors.” – Or daily feast in the Manatee’s case... “That he will strip his sleeve and show his scars.” – Those are fingernail marks… “Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.” – By cups, he means D-cups… “This story shall the good man teach his son.” – The sons we know about anyway… “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers, for he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.” – Eskimo brothers… “And gentlemen in England now a-bed, shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, and hold their manhood cheap while any speaks who fought with us.” – If you don’t have the stones for this season, then you’ll likely end up holding your manhood. The die is cast… now who’s with us?
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