Lunch break - Gay of the day, Creepy Obama associate of the day, Henry V - Band of Brothers

And in support of gay marriage rights here is my Gay Hero of the Day: Alexander. I am posting the "band of brothers" speech from Henry 5 below - Guess I'm in a conquering warrior mood today...
Alexander was only defeated once, the Cynic philosophers said long after his death, and that was by Hephaestion's thighs.

Creepy Obama Associate of the day: Oh, lordy, their are so MANY to chose from. I am falling back on Rezko -Obama helped him get government money for low income housing development - then he turned off the heat in mid winter and froze poor people - nice - there's a liberal for ya... As A State Senator, Barack Obama Wrote Letters To City And State Officials Supporting His Political Patron Tony Rezko's Successful Bid To Get More Than $14 Million From Taxpayers To Build Apartments For Senior Citizens." - except he froze the elderly in their slums....nice man...Good press release on what he may be singing to feds linked here. Rezko also helped Barry and Michelle to a new mansion. Presumably the heat is still on in the Obama home.

SHAKESPEARE SPEECH OF THE DAY

My God, I love this speech. From Henry 5. The king is rousing his small army to fight the overwhelming forces of France.



What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.