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My paternal grandparents were both part of this exodus (1922) and fled to Thessaloniki. They met a couple of years later through the Smyrnaic refugee network in an arranged marriage.
Commu-tard media & technology pricks don't know who they're messing with.
Trump is going to stick his boot up each of their arses.
Facebook is a Commie monopoly.
Apple is a Commie monopoly
Amazon is a Commie monopoly
Google is a Commie monopoly
Trump will sue to break them up and put their info services into the Public Domain or create smaller competitive co's.
I SHIT U NOT
The only 2 US Presidents born in New York City.
And the only 2 Presidents with a really bad-ass attitude.
I have a theory about Trump's and TR's bad-ass-itudes.
When a Type-A man misses out on a military career in his 20s, he carries a chip on his shoulder.
I know, becase I have that same chip.
And I'm damned proud of it.
When my patriot brothers come home from war... they are tired and weary. And I deign to their heroism.
And because I did not serve I feel it is my duty to be a hard ass to any liberals who dares to disrespect them.
And I will be that way until I stop breathing.
Trump and Teddy Roosevelt know what I'm talking about.
(Oh, and I'm also from NYC; born in Jersey City but we lived in Manhattan)
In last night's Miss America Pageant...
All of the social responsibility questions were written by diseased Liberal psychopaths.
The questions were all designed to implicate Presdient Trump in some phony scandal.
This is because Trump owns the Miss USA pageant, their direct competition.
I'll never forget the night before--driving home in an ominous and angry monsoon-type of rainstorm. I was humbled by the ferocity.
As soon as I got home I held my 2 month old son and worried aloud what type of world he would inherit. I cried uncontrollably. I was not a crier. Didn't know what it all meant.
The next morning was a perfectly clear day. No trace of nature's violence just a few hours earlier. Then we got a phone call at 9am telling us to walk outside the house and 30 yards to the Hudson River promenade. From there we watched the buildings collapse. How did I know something bad was coming?
Picking up spirits and elevating hearts on this mournful anniversary.
How about we take the bull by the horns and reverse the degradation of our culture by embracing one of European civilization's greatest gifts to the world?
We need to bathe our spirits in great music.
We need to enlighten our kids, so they know that there is a higher musical summit to appreciate beyond the crack-fueled street crap they are hooked on.
And we must remind the Stone Age heathens who seek to destroy our civilization (libs, globalist and Islamists) that they will NEVER be on a par with us.
Today, I am posting music that proves Western & Eastern Civilizations will always outshine the heathens.
One of the most powerful musical homages to an artist's life you'll ever hear.
So glad I finally found the English language version on YouTube. Aznavour has recorded it in at least 7 languages.
LYRICS & CHORDS
[Verse 1] Fm Let me tell of a time, Fm When the world was in rhyme, Cm With the sound of our laughter. Cm Fm Montmartre hung with flowers, Cm For far-forgotten hours, Cm Of hunger and of love. Fm Unaware in our youth, Fm Of the sobering truth, Cm Of the years that came after. G7 We laughed at common men, Fm For we were heroes then, Cm And heaven smiled above. [Chorus 1] Fm Cm La Bohème, La Bohème. Fm G7 Cm C7 Poor hungry you, poor hungry me. Fm Cm La Bohème, La Bohème. Fm G7 Cm Silly old world that could not see. [Verse 2] Fm All those innocent hearts, Fm Who imagined their arts, Cm Could be casually mastered. Cm Fm I miss them every one, Cm For the sands of time have run Cm Away for each and all. Fm For it seems that our schemes, Fm Were impossible dreams, Cm That could never have lasted. G7 For when we woke at last, Fm The big parade had passed, Cm And spring had gone its way. [Chorus 2] Fm Cm La Bohème, La Bohème. Fm G7 Cm C7 Someone to care, someone to mind. Fm Cm La Bohème, La Bohème. Fm G7 Cm We were in love and love is blind. [Verse 3] Fm Now and then I return, Fm And the memories burn, Cm With a bittersweet aching. Cm Fm I climb the same old stairs, Cm But no-one longer cares, Cm And there's no-one to greet. Fm In the streets where we walked, Fm And the bars where we talked, Cm Of a world we were making. G7 I stand upon that hill, Fm Until I drink my fill, Cm Then leave it all behind. [Chorus 3] Fm Cm La Bohème, La Bohème. Fm G7 Cm C7 Moments of joy, moments of pain. Fm Cm La Bohème, La Bohème. Fm G7 Cm Nothing can bring them back again.
Here is a film clip of Carlos Gardel singing his classic "Por Una Cabeza". This film may be in the Paramount library but I cannot find a trace of it on IMDB.
By the way, the term "Por Una Cabeza" (for one head) is a horse-racing term, equivalent to "by a nose". It is about a gambler who compares his love of women to his passion for horses.
Gardel died in a plane crash in 1935 in Medellin, Colombia at the height of his worldwide fame. He was only 47.
In a career spanning 18 years, he took tango from pedestrian musical genre to a global phenomenon...simply by adding lyrics to the hyper sensual notes. He was the Bing Crosby or Frank Sinatra of his time in the Latin and European world.
Born in Toulouse, France to a poor single mother, they emigrated to Buenos AIres when he was 4 years old.
He eventually became the world's most famous Latin American and was a star in NYC, Paris, Barcelona and Madrid. Paramount Pictures hoped to make him an international film star too, until his untimely death.