WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
The Wrath of the Awakened American
byVanderleunonOctober 11, 2019
You want “woke?” You’ll get “woke.”
[Apologies to Rudyard Kipling]
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the American began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the American began to hate.
Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the American began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the American began to hate.
It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the American began to hate.
The putrid stench of tribe runs deep these days. VERY deep!!!
JackOctober 11, 2019, 12:05 PM
The Beginnings is contained within “Mary Postgate” in *A Diversity of Creatures*, written by my father in 1917 two years after my fall at the Battle of Loos.
Sam L.October 11, 2019, 7:19 PM
The Dems have hated for yearssssssssss.
JP MillerOctober 11, 2019, 9:50 PM
We ain’t no plastic saints.
RebJebOctober 12, 2019, 7:31 AM
To Mark, you should differentiate between Tribe and (((The Tribe))). Tribe is what we of Western lineage are eventually going to have to recognize as salvation. The various and very violent 3rd World tribes that surround us are being used as a proxy army to attack Western Civilization by (((The Tribe))).
MMurcekOctober 13, 2019, 5:49 AM
My favorite is this from John Dryden: “Beware the wrath of a patient man.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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The putrid stench of tribe runs deep these days. VERY deep!!!
The Beginnings is contained within “Mary Postgate” in *A Diversity of Creatures*, written by my father in 1917 two years after my fall at the Battle of Loos.
The Dems have hated for yearssssssssss.
We ain’t no plastic saints.
To Mark, you should differentiate between Tribe and (((The Tribe))). Tribe is what we of Western lineage are eventually going to have to recognize as salvation. The various and very violent 3rd World tribes that surround us are being used as a proxy army to attack Western Civilization by (((The Tribe))).
My favorite is this from John Dryden: “Beware the wrath of a patient man.”