“I’ll bet everyone in foreign service feels a whole lot safer today. And, the Persians didn’t bait him into a war.” — c w swanson
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The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.
— Robert Frost
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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The greatest past of Trump’s response is the Press has to actually mention Benghazi.
I would be quite happy if President Trump would now respond to the deep state terrorists here in the US. Much larger target list than anything in Iraq and much more dangerous to Americans.
But for most on the left this is just another reason he has to go.
Trump’s a MAN, and a mensch.
Boy it is interesting. He really is calibrating the responses very carefully. He does NOT want to get into a shooting war with Iran. Of course we are “increasingly isolated” and “have no respect” on the world scene. All of the power rests in the hands of the moral superpowers like Sweden and Canada.
Yeah, Canada, who had to call us when they wanted to fly some troops to Asia to help with tsunami relief.
Wouldn’t you just love the see the look on the bearded face of the miserable little prick (forget his name at moment) who’s the “spiritual leader” of Iran, when he got the news of what happened at Baghdad Airport earlier today.
If you mess with the bull, you get the horn. And certainly not a pallet full of cash.
NO BENGHAZI!!!
How can there be so much circumstantial evidence against these traitors, but nothing that can generate an arrest warrant?