The Iron in our blood.
People should be aware of the fact that "iron" is very important in the maintaining of healthy blood.
Without "iron" one feels sluggish and slow, he/she becomes lethargic and without motivation...some don't even have the energy to enjoy the fruits of their labour. Everyday decisions seem to become burdensome, decisions like "do I engage in battle with the tax man" after the government demands that the public must "sacrifice more" for "the common good" or the "collective"...more than the 80% they've been stealing from me now?
Should I reduce my meals down to 1 and a snack rather than maintain the Surgeon General's recommended daily intake of at least three squares a day. Decisions decisions...never without decisions.
Iron is an essential element in the maintaining of a person's sanity. The decision of wanting to get out of main stream society "now" or "right now" is noticeably obtainable with the proper dose of "iron".
To cure much of what ailes us, the age group that just doesn't want to quit, we seek out whatever adventure it will take to keep a "boring at best life" from shutting us down and relegating us to the couch or bingo hall. Life is a constant battle, a battle for tradition, a battle of ideas, a battle for equity, a battle for freedom, a battle for the animals, a battle for an end to poverty...and the War on Poverty (hey leave the poor people alone they have enough problems without now being dragged into a war)it seems that every waking minute of the day we as humans are bomblasted and overwhelmed, and not even aware of the adverse subliminal effects associated with "war terminology", wars and rumours of war. Everyday is an uphill climb right into the direction of the sun on a battle field. Sometimes we compare ourselves to being "gladiators" beating each other up while government bloats in the VIP lounge from feasting on grapes and door mouse oh pardon me I digress, feasting on our tax dollars. If we run out stamina we're finished which is why "iron" is so essential. To my fellow "GLADIATORS" our coliseum is the open road...a road that strings through the land masses of our planet and ends only at the shores of whatever ocean that happens to be in our way; it's time to replenish your blood. This is where "IRON" saves the day...iron in it's true form is labeled on the periodic chart with the initials "HD"...HD IRON gives One the fulfilment that One relentlessly pursues. Journeying through jungles in Latin America with live film rolling, even at the "machine gun heavy" check points becomes effortless and enjoyable. Pushing one's body to the limit with the conquest of 8,400 kms of concrete...after a punishing 5day Gladiatorial match with the highways gives us a sense of tolerance towards a FUCKED UP society...a society, for instance, that promotes a gay life style to our Grade School kids. The HD iron is also known as "Artistic Iron" , "Pig Iron" or simply by it's legally registered name known to the world as "Harley Davidson". This "iron" was the bike that won the war, this same iron is what maintains one's ability to continue in the battle against life's everyday burdens. The moments spent on our Iron are very rewarding as some of those moments may be a component to a multitude of moments possibly assembled in the jungles of Costa Rica or on the earth's highest traveled elevation in Bolivia,("El Camino Del le Muerte, highway of death")or something as mundane as simply cruising along the ocean shore on a tropical highway...although, the excitement of machine gun road blocks and civil unrest due to government corruption does have it's virtue's. What will Al Qaida do when they see their first "Pig Iron" patriot? There is plenty of exciting road out there and it awaits only the brave.
HD Iron, legally known as the Harley Davidson Motorcycle, contains the proper and recommended daily requirement while engaged in perpetual battle. Sometimes a Gladiator of the road just says "Fuck It" and rides out, only to leave his whereabouts known after the first phone call. When God calls upon you to engage in the earth wide battle against concrete and asphalt it must be heeded regardless of the potential for danger...or death. Here's to you the Gladiator's of the highway, you who face the full wrath of nature's forces...in the face of adversity you are truly worthy of the words "TO THOSE WHO ARE ABOUT TO RIDE WE SALUTE YOU" now go and ride with honour.
The Great Sage after Sturgis
Without "iron" one feels sluggish and slow, he/she becomes lethargic and without motivation...some don't even have the energy to enjoy the fruits of their labour. Everyday decisions seem to become burdensome, decisions like "do I engage in battle with the tax man" after the government demands that the public must "sacrifice more" for "the common good" or the "collective"...more than the 80% they've been stealing from me now?
Should I reduce my meals down to 1 and a snack rather than maintain the Surgeon General's recommended daily intake of at least three squares a day. Decisions decisions...never without decisions.
Iron is an essential element in the maintaining of a person's sanity. The decision of wanting to get out of main stream society "now" or "right now" is noticeably obtainable with the proper dose of "iron".
To cure much of what ailes us, the age group that just doesn't want to quit, we seek out whatever adventure it will take to keep a "boring at best life" from shutting us down and relegating us to the couch or bingo hall. Life is a constant battle, a battle for tradition, a battle of ideas, a battle for equity, a battle for freedom, a battle for the animals, a battle for an end to poverty...and the War on Poverty (hey leave the poor people alone they have enough problems without now being dragged into a war)it seems that every waking minute of the day we as humans are bomblasted and overwhelmed, and not even aware of the adverse subliminal effects associated with "war terminology", wars and rumours of war. Everyday is an uphill climb right into the direction of the sun on a battle field. Sometimes we compare ourselves to being "gladiators" beating each other up while government bloats in the VIP lounge from feasting on grapes and door mouse oh pardon me I digress, feasting on our tax dollars. If we run out stamina we're finished which is why "iron" is so essential. To my fellow "GLADIATORS" our coliseum is the open road...a road that strings through the land masses of our planet and ends only at the shores of whatever ocean that happens to be in our way; it's time to replenish your blood. This is where "IRON" saves the day...iron in it's true form is labeled on the periodic chart with the initials "HD"...HD IRON gives One the fulfilment that One relentlessly pursues. Journeying through jungles in Latin America with live film rolling, even at the "machine gun heavy" check points becomes effortless and enjoyable. Pushing one's body to the limit with the conquest of 8,400 kms of concrete...after a punishing 5day Gladiatorial match with the highways gives us a sense of tolerance towards a FUCKED UP society...a society, for instance, that promotes a gay life style to our Grade School kids. The HD iron is also known as "Artistic Iron" , "Pig Iron" or simply by it's legally registered name known to the world as "Harley Davidson". This "iron" was the bike that won the war, this same iron is what maintains one's ability to continue in the battle against life's everyday burdens. The moments spent on our Iron are very rewarding as some of those moments may be a component to a multitude of moments possibly assembled in the jungles of Costa Rica or on the earth's highest traveled elevation in Bolivia,("El Camino Del le Muerte, highway of death")or something as mundane as simply cruising along the ocean shore on a tropical highway...although, the excitement of machine gun road blocks and civil unrest due to government corruption does have it's virtue's. What will Al Qaida do when they see their first "Pig Iron" patriot? There is plenty of exciting road out there and it awaits only the brave.
HD Iron, legally known as the Harley Davidson Motorcycle, contains the proper and recommended daily requirement while engaged in perpetual battle. Sometimes a Gladiator of the road just says "Fuck It" and rides out, only to leave his whereabouts known after the first phone call. When God calls upon you to engage in the earth wide battle against concrete and asphalt it must be heeded regardless of the potential for danger...or death. Here's to you the Gladiator's of the highway, you who face the full wrath of nature's forces...in the face of adversity you are truly worthy of the words "TO THOSE WHO ARE ABOUT TO RIDE WE SALUTE YOU" now go and ride with honour.
The Great Sage after Sturgis
posted by Dave at 10:49 PM
3 Comments:
Now you copy Fronzi's qoute when plagerizing a common HD travel and ride commentary. For Those of Use Who Expose You They Are Saluted. Bawating Bob
Bullshit bedwetter. I copy nobody.
Just think at how worthless your life is bedwetter...now ponder the "illusion" of being "worthy".
You're something else bedwetter. Implying that I plagerize anyone, let alone somebody as "inert" as Fronzi does nothing for your intellectual status.
The Great Sage
THAT'S ALL YOU CAN DO .IS COPY ,IDEAS ARE TO HARD FOR YOU.
YOUR THE FIRST TO JUMP SHIP.
PLAGERIZER .
GIANFRANCO FRONZI AUGUST /21/2011
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