End of the Month Push

Again this month I am laying $20 on the table for EPAutos.

IN my eyes, this site is well worth the cost to support it.

I challenge every regular reader to do the same for the month of April. Is a one-time 20 dollar donation too much to ask, in order to have the quality articles and the free-flowing exchange of ideas expressed here?

Be your own judge on this challenge, for I cannot presume to know your financial circumstances.

But it is disheartening to watch the donate % gauge only reach midway month after month.

Many of you are regular comment-ers here and perhaps elsewhere as well. What is this site worth to you?

I have become a better person by reading the articles and following closely the comments. I’ve been shown a side of current events that is not found in MSM circles, nor among my family and friends.
This is the only place where I can experience the back and forth of differing viewpoints to help me gel my thought on the topics introduced.

Perhaps I am just an infant in my libertarian thinking, and therefore I need this site much more than the others here. Anyway, I treasure EPAutos.

I don’t have a regular income, but I will do whatever I can to support Eric, because I understand that my life is better in many, many ways for lurking here and absorbing the libertarian principles contained in the articles and the comments.

Thanks Eric for producing quality arguments for LIBERTY.

Linda

End of the month Putsch. A fee for services rendered. A single obolos coin placed in the mouth. Pay for passage on the ship of Akheron. Unfurl the sails for another month before we’re all taken by force.

Scorpions – The Sails Of Charon – Taken By Force Album
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jCd9vg3BDw

Dark night, there is no light. In the realm of the black magic man. Soul’s flight into the cold blight. Of the destroyer’s magic land.

Poor man, whose spirits are stronger. They’re the ones who will reign. You’re struggles are in vain. Blind man, you’re sucking your own blood. Soon black magic’s dying.
You’d better start crying.

Throw out your evil desire. The dark king’s kingdom is
Made out of mire. Keep on for the kingdom of light. There is no darkness, there is no night

Slint – Good Morning, Captain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBE2EUT34aY

Let me in, the voice cried softly, from outside the wooden door. Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance, Blood stained the icy wall of the shore.

I’m the only one left. The storm, took them all, He managed as he tried to stand. The tears ran down his face.
Please, it’s cold.

When he woke, there was no trace of the ship.
Only the dawn was left behind by the storm.
He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him.
That rose, from the sea, to the door.

There was a sound at the window then.
The captain started, his breath was still.
Slowly, he turned.

From behind the edge of the windowsill,
There appeared the delicate hand of a child.
His face was flush and timid.
He stared at the captain through frightened eyes.

The captain reached for something to hold on to,
Help me, he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet.
The boy’s face went pale,
He recognized the sound.

Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow.
Lost in the doorstep of the empty house.
I’m trying to find my way home.
I’m sorry, and I miss you.

I miss you.
I’ve grown taller now.
I want the police to be notified.
I’ll make it up to you,
I swear, I’ll make it up to you.

I miss you.