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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
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As we watch the (maybe) defectors leave our camp, we bid them good fucking riddance, those ungrateful bags of shitworms.
I wish Trump would stick his boot into more assholes and on a daily basis. He said it well the other day: he has flushed out the corrupt DC underworld. DC was nowhere near representing Americans and Trump came in to upend the moneylender’s tables.
Get some, Mr President. By the time this is all over, we’ll all be baby-eaters and assworms to the media and the public Left. Bring it. I’m not as limber as I used to be, but just try me and see if the old infantryman doesn’t come out.
All of this is meaningless until the demographic issues are dealt with. We might not have socialism in 2020 but if we dont turn off the spigot of foreign invaders who care nothing about American values, and culture, America is gone.
I’m with you Casey. Been spoiling for a confrontation with the black hooded pansies for some time now. They seem to be pretty thick in your neck of the woods, or too close for comfort anyway.
Was looking at Schiff’s criminal eyes.
Something about them caused me to go sharpen the ice picks.
He opens them wide frequently, giving the viewer the impression he needs them stabbed and removed.
Here’s Schiff at his pinnacle:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrL2q91fnnQ&feature=emb_logo
Bring your own ice pick.
I hope we’ll see MAGA but I’m not holding my breath.
“They” (scare quotes included) have the media, the education system, the bureaucracy and a brainwashed majority for at least two generations.
We have the means, and talk a good game but do nothing.
A kid taken from his family’s arms at gunpoint and shipped to Cuba, what did we do? We talked a good game but did nothing.
A building full of women and children shot and burned to the ground, what did we do? We talked a good game but did nothing.
A mother, child in arms, shot by federal officers, what did we do? We talked a good game but did nothing.
A man in Oregon stopped and shot, what did we do? We talked a good game but did nothing.
Pallets of money sent to our enemies in Iran, what did we do? We talked a good game but did nothing.
Federal agents, directed by a special consul, raid an old guy’s house in the middle of the night, terrorizing his family, hauling him off in handcuffs, what did we do? We talked a good game but did nothing.
Me? I guilty as anyone of doing nothing, I’m just sitting up here on to of the world,watching it happen and trying to protect my family in the short term and the long run.