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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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.
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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.