And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Bøur, Vágar, Faroe Islands. Population 75. Yeah, a little chilly but if you have a Danish cutie who likes to practice making babies it could be a quaint little place.
My land, oh most beauteous, possession most dear, becalmed in the summer, in winter snow covered, Thou drawest me to thee, embracing me near; magnificent islands, by God named beloved. The name which men gave thee when they thee discovered, Oh, God bless thee, Faroes my land.
Pass. Too cold. Too far away. Too far away from anything but fish, endlessly. Too close to sea level. Too close to the neighbors. Don't speak the language.
It's not only remote from problems, it's also remote from any reason for living. I can think of much better choices, without nearly so many drawbacks. Vikings might pick it. To pillage. Sorry, but there it is.
Find something similar, but in the South Seas, with fresh water, no malaria, and at least one gorgeous native girl amenable to a domestic arrangement, and we can talk. ;)
Appears gloomy and cold. Right now I need a nice warm spot on a clear lake.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how often they have to mow the roof?
ReplyDeleteBaa-aaa
DeleteI'm going with the third, no thanks
ReplyDeleteBeautiful views, but consider the fact that there aren't any supermarkets within driving distance...
ReplyDeleteBøur, Vágar, Faroe Islands. Population 75. Yeah, a little chilly but if you have a Danish cutie who likes to practice making babies it could be a quaint little place.
ReplyDeleteMy Fairest Land
DeleteSímun av Skarði – 1906
My land, oh most beauteous, possession most dear,
becalmed in the summer, in winter snow covered,
Thou drawest me to thee, embracing me near;
magnificent islands, by God named beloved.
The name which men gave thee when they thee discovered,
Oh, God bless thee, Faroes my land.
Wouldn’t be a getaway, I could happily live there.
ReplyDeleteNot for me. Thank you.
ReplyDeletePass.
ReplyDeleteToo cold.
Too far away.
Too far away from anything but fish, endlessly.
Too close to sea level.
Too close to the neighbors.
Don't speak the language.
It's not only remote from problems, it's also remote from any reason for living.
I can think of much better choices, without nearly so many drawbacks.
Vikings might pick it. To pillage.
Sorry, but there it is.
Find something similar, but in the South Seas, with fresh water, no malaria, and at least one gorgeous native girl amenable to a domestic arrangement, and we can talk. ;)