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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
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Take It Where You Find It
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
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When I consider the foolish, naive things I did and believed as a young person, considering Cronkite to have been fair and down-the middle is right at the top of the list. He was nothing more than a pioneer for subverting what little bit of integrity the field of journalism might have once enjoyed. Nothing more than a foot soldier for advancing the agit/prop that so poorly masquerades as “journalism” today. Yeah, good ole Uncle Walter. *spit*
“He [Cronkite] was nothing more than a pioneer for subverting what little bit of integrity the field of journalism might have once enjoyed.”
Walter Duranty beat him to it.
I accelerated my turn right-wards upon learning that Uncle Walt lied about Vietnam.
And then discovering that he wasn’t the only one.
In re “Back of the Bus” — I suffered a brief infatuation with the left in college; the black anti-war armbands I wore in HS were inexplicable to my folks, who tolerated them anyway.
Walter Duranty beat him to it.++++++++
Yeah, that’s the thing about the Left and so-called progressives. They have this irrational enthrallment with iron-fisted, functionally insane, tyrants who think nothing of using food as a weapon. Engineered mass-starvation conducted by Stalin in which millions were murdered and survivors resorted to cannibalism? Never happened according to Duranty and the NYT ( I understand that the Times never bothered to return the Pulitzer it was given for that fraud Duranty’s “reportage”).
And speaking of food being used as a weapon: look who wants to be President someday. Pretty sure freshman congress critter Bugsy would be totes cool with it, too.
https://tinyurl.com/y5jc22n2
I remember Walter Commiecrite. He was practically worshiped by average Americans who had no idea what a treasonous monster he really was.