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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2001-2022
Then what is the answer?– Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
and their tyrants come, many times before.
When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose
the least ugly faction; these evils are essential.
To keep one’s own integrity, be merciful and uncorrupted
and not wish for evil; and not be duped
By dreams of universal justice or happiness. These dreams will
not be fulfilled.
To know this, and know that however ugly the parts appear
the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand
Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars
and his history… for contemplation or in fact…
Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness,
the greatest beauty is
Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty
of the universe. Love that, not man
Apart from that, or else you will share man’s pitiful confusions,
or drown in despair when his days darken.
— Robinson Jeffers
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
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Aww, how sad. She was down with the cause when it was all about punishing and controlling those other icky people who cared nought for her. And now, finally, They have come for her and she’s all butthurt. The revolution eats its own, you useful idiot bint, and it’s your turn to get in the train car. You should have learned from history, but no, you thought your decades of service to the cause and your membership in the hollywood/music pantheon would earn you enough credits to keep you out of the lagers. And They will say, no, sorry, there is one thing more We require of you after your years of service you good and faithful servant, get in the car.
I enjoy watching these cannibals throwing each other over the rim of the pot. Next!
Bette Midler? Couldn’t care less. Took an immediate visceral dislike to her when she emerged decades ago. I knew what she was then, and my intuitive sense about her has been proved over the intervening years. That said, any day the Left is eating it’s own; it’s a good day indeed.
Finally, there was a time when the ACLU and other elements of the illiberal Left at least gave lip-service to the following:
Friedrich Gustav Emil Martin Niemöller:
First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me