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@ilduce2016 is a satiric twitter account. The picture shows Benito Mussolini with a Donald Trump wig. At 7:10 AM – 28 Feb 2016, this was posted: “It is better to live one day as a lion than 100 years as a sheep.” – @realDonaldTrump #MakeAmericaGreatAgain. At 7:13 AM – 28 Feb 2016 the comment was retweeted by @realDonaldTrump.
At 7:37 AM – 28 Feb 2016 noted twitterhead Glenn Greenwald was all over it. @ggreenwald Donald Trump just re-tweeted a parody account depicting him as Mussolini, with one of Il Duce’s best-known quotes. In the best internet tradition, no one seems to know exactly when Mr. Mussolini said this, and what this had to do with making the trains run on time. “Various websites attribute the quote to Mussolini, saying it appears in the article ‘Duce (1922-42)’ in TIME magazine (2 August 1943).However, it also resembles previous proverbs and remarks made by others including 18th century Sultan of Mysore Tipu Sultan who said ‘To live like a lion for a day is far better than to live for a hundred years like a jackal.’ “
PG has seen the quote before. A babytrump named Isaiah Hankel made a motivational video, with the salient quote at the start. It was liked by a facebook friend, which got PG’s attention. Here is what PG said about it.
There is a video out now, where the speaker says “It is better to live one day as a lion than 100 years as a sheep.” This man must not like to wear wool.
A lion is a predator. It lurks in the jungle, and kills to eat. It does not produce anything except it’s own survival. A sheep lives in a community. Every once in a while, it gets the coat clipped, and grows another one. The fur goes to make woolen clothing, which keeps people warm in winter.
Maybe if you want to be an egophile, living on the destruction of your neighbor, then you might be better off as a lion. If you want to contribute something of value to others, it is better to be a sheep.
An egophile, living on the destruction of your neighbor. Which Presidential candidate does that sound like? Or better yet, which POTUS wannabe does that NOT sound like. Sorry Bernie, not everyone is fooled by your happy talk.
The chamblee54 post noted above was tough to find. For some reason, the google apparatus does not recognize it. PG found the link on a list of posts. If you google “The Value Of Sheep” on chamblee54, you are directed to Philosophy Of 2Girls1Cup.
Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. These pictures were made at the Grant Park Zoo, in May 1937. There were no sheep in captivity.

PG finished a book, Peachtree Street-Atlanta. The author is William Bailey Williford, and it was published by the University of Georgia Press in 1962. PG found this at the Chamblee library, and this is probably the best way to find this book today. (Reissued by UGA Press.)
How this road got the name Peachtree is a good question. Most peaches grow south of the fall line. The story goes that there was a Creek Indian village called Standing Peachtree, located where Peachtree Creek runs into the Chattahoochee. During the war of 1812 Fort Peachtree stood there.
There was a trail that ran from Buckhead to an intersection with the Sandtown Trail, at what is now Five Points. A short distance south of this intersection was a settlement known as White Hall. For many years, Peachtree Street south of Five Points was known as Whitehall Road. At some point in the last thirty years, a decision was made to change Whitehall to Peachtree. It did not help the rundown condition of Whitehall Street.
In 1835 Governor Wilson Lumpkin decided that a railroad that would be centered near the junction of Peachtree Trail and Sandtown Trail. The new town was named “Marthasville”, after the daughter of the Governor. Martha Lumpkin resides in Oakland Cemetery today.
The village was soon renamed Atlanta, which was a feminine form of Atlantic. Houses, churches, and businesses were soon built on Peachtree Road. In 1856, Richard Peters built a flour mill. To insure a steady supply of firewood, he bought four hundred acres of land, for five dollars an acre. The land was between Eighth Street, North Avenue, Argonne Avenue, and Atlantic Drive.
Another pioneer citizen with a large landholding was George Washington (Wash) Collier. Mr. Collier bought 202 acres for $150 in 1847. The land was between West Peachtree, Fourteenth Street, Piedmont Road, Montgomery Ferry Road, and the Rhodes Center. Much of the land was used for the development of Ansley Park.

In 1854, Atlanta entertained, for the first time, a man who had been President. On May 2, Millard Fillmore arrived from Augusta on a private rail car.
There was some unpleasantness in 1864, which we will not concern ourselves with.
In 1866, there was a shocking murder. John Plaster was found dead, in an area known as “tight squeeze”. This was an area of shanties, at the present location of Crescent Avenue and Tenth Street. A hundred years later, this was near “the strip”, Atlanta’s hippie district, also called “Tight Squeeze”.
As the nineteenth century rolled along, many mansions were built on Peachtree Street. The road was paved, and streetcars ran up and down. Automobiles came, and came, and came. An expressway was built in the 1950’s, and quickly became obsolete. One by one, the mansions were torn down and replaced with businesses and churches.
The book was written in 1962, when the party was just getting started. The High Museum was known then as the Atlanta Art Association. In June of 1962, a plane full of prominent Atlanta residents crashed in Paris, killing all on board. As a memorial to those people, the Memorial Arts Center on Peachtree, at Fifteenth Street, was built.
Another phenomenon which is not explained by the book is the custom of naming everything here Peachtree. There are countless streets and institutions named for a fruit tree that likes warmer climates. Atlanta has a one street skyline, that stretches from Five Points to Peachtree Dunwoody Road, almost at the city limits. PG lives a quarter mile off Peachtree, in Dekalb County, and has no idea why Peachtree is a magic word.
Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. and The Library of Congress. This is the annual repost.