It maketh me to lie down in green pastures; it leadeth me beside the still waters.
The Narrative restoreth my soul; It leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for Its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no patriot; for The Narrative art with me; Its rod and Its staff they comfort me.
The Narrative preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; It anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of The Narrative forever.”
Truth, death to Progressivism; same thing, but I see your point. It probably should be changed. They can recite it all together at Party meetings and such.
February 12th, 2015 at 9:35 pm
“The Narrative is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It maketh me to lie down in green pastures; it leadeth me beside the still waters.
The Narrative restoreth my soul; It leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for Its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no patriot; for The Narrative art with me; Its rod and Its staff they comfort me.
The Narrative preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; It anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of The Narrative forever.”
February 13th, 2015 at 11:14 am
I would change one line, actually only one word.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of TRUTH…”
There, now it’s perfect, because they truly fear the truth.
February 13th, 2015 at 5:08 pm
Truth, death to Progressivism; same thing, but I see your point. It probably should be changed. They can recite it all together at Party meetings and such.