I can see why you like and approved of the Bush Sunnicidal War Policy of foreign occupation of a soverign nation like the British in Ireland.

Painted turtles lay oval, elongate eggs.

So would I (said th'enchaunter) glad and faine / Beteeme to you this sword, you to defend ….

What is the purpose of our feeble crying in the awful silences of space? Can our dim intelligence read the secrets of that star-strewn sky? Does any answer come out of it?