It would be the most devastating rhyme of history if somebody managed to assassinate Putin on this day.
HT: Neo, The New]
It would be the most devastating rhyme of history if somebody managed to assassinate Putin on this day.
HT: Neo, The New]
Address for Donations, Complaints, Brickbats, and — oh yes — Donations
In Memory Of W.B. Yeats
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The People Yes
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Camouflage
Sourdough Mountain Lookout
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Chimes of Freedom
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
De Breanski
VAN GOGH
Hillegas
To the Stonecutters
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
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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I don’t know-
I got the divorce papers from the Evil First Wife served to me on the ides back in ’88, or ’89. That wasn’t such a bad day at all.
Even so, I can’t see anything good coming out of an assassination right now.
JWM
The assassins—among them Marcus Brutus, Cassius, Decimus Brutus and at least 30 others—were only able to get to Caesar because:
1. Caesar was confident that anyone who wanted him dead would not act because his death would lead to yet another Roman civil war.
2. Many of his killers were men he trusted.
3. Caesar had dismissed his German bodyguard because he felt invincible.
4. Caesar ignored numerous portents about his death.
5. In fact, on the morning of March 15, 44 BC Caesar decided to stay home. One of his killers, his close friend Decimus Brutus, went to Caesar’s house and convinced him to attend the Senate meeting.
6. Caesar said at a dinner the night before his murder that he preferred a quick death, as if he had a premonition of what was afoot.
All of these had to occur for Caesar to be assassinated. Those who fantasize about Putin being assassinated have no idea how such a thing is done. Lindsay Graham is one such fool. Mitt Romney another. Mark Levin yet another. Here is an explanation of Putin’s protection:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1e8XntJZBu4
It would be far easier to assassinate a US senator than the president of Russia. A talk show host would be easy-peasy.
Out of the tens of thousands of world leaders in 6000 years, how many have been killed in office?
Incidentally, everyone involved in the conspiracy to assassinate Caesar was hunted down and killed by Octavian.
Now imagine a failed assassination attempt on Putin. Now imagine that failure being traced back to the US government. Goodbye New York, Boston and Washington DC.
What some imagine for Putin.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bcamTjFRUU
Those who killed Caesar—who was History’s most complete man—were mice. Caesar himself had forgiven all of his enemies and had protected the Jews. He followed Christ’s law 44 years before the Son of Man Himself was born.
Pure speculation, based on what Putin said he was intending to do, but …..
It’s too late, the die is cast. Saudi is in talks now with China to accept payment in yuan. That could or would lead to the collapse of the world banking system, currently based on the petrodollar.
And why should they not? The USA (Biden) is propping up the Saudi’s enemies with pallets of cash and enabling their pursuit of the nuclear bomb. The USA is too weak or senile to do anything about Iran’s missile attack on our Iraq consulate.
Putin wants to bring down the economic system that wars against anyone or thing the West doesn’t like; not by armed war but cutting off or manipulating their economies. Japan declared war on those grounds. Putin has proposed a ‘domain banking system’ (my term) where the Islamic world has their own bank and interest rates, Brazil and S. A., Russia and western Asia, African bank, etc.
Not my thoughts or analysis, it’s what Putin has repeatedly said, based on a Malaysian PMs idea. If China accepts, it looks like Putin has 3/4 of the world population and 1/3 of the economy lined up with this to leave the West. If so it’s going to be extremely interesting times. But at this moment, Putin himself isn’t necessary for his plan to succeed.
WSJ article archived https://archive.ph/bZxda
Putins NWO archived https://archive.ph/cHv5U
One can have all the close in security in the world, a determined sniper, whom is patient, is unstoppable.
Rogue Male by Geoffrey Household. His only good book, but it is great.
Not so. Many rebels have thought thus. Their bones lie moldering in unknown forests. As I wrote, it is very–extremely—difficult to kill a prominent figure. Some rando assassin might be willing to kill some figure even at the cost of his own life. And so? History is full of such romantics. Their bones lie moldering in unknown forests.
There is no such thing as an “unknown sniper”. Those who fantasize thus never consider that their target might have something unknown to an enemy.
As I wrote, the number of assassinated world leaders is infinitesimally small. Killing one man does not change History. Assassins like to think so, but most of them are killed as well.
Killing one man does nothing—Caesar, Lincoln and Ferdinand excepted. Killing Putin would insure that 50,000,000 Americans would be incinerated. Quite the funeral pyre.
I am afraid that our so-called elites are evil and psychopathic enough to try, or at the very least try to figure a way. Whether Putin is replaced by someone peacefully or by another way we very well may find the replacement to be even less to the western powers liking.
Mike, are you addressing me?
A lil history, I’ve attended at least twenty state and federal sniper schools, I’ve shot the barrel out of 308s five times now, 300wms twice, and 338lms twice now. I shoot very little now, I understand those training rounds are going to have names on em before long
It is acknowledged at advanced sniper schools the above. I love ya man. Your way the fuck out of your lane here, friend.
What any close in protection detail fears is I’m fact a competent sniper.
Fortunately those teams know that competent snipers are usually rational men/ women, who understand killing their charge only changes things for a day or week. Some others shit bag takes his or her place, continues doing what their handlers want.
Yes, though I was mainly addressing the phrase that says, “The world is only one bullet away from being saved.” I was not addressing your competence with a rifle. I was addressing the lack of evidence for a snipers being effective way to kill politicians and world leaders.
Being the world’s best sniper means nothing if you cannot get near the target. If something were so simple to do, it would have been done many times. In fact, of all the political assassinations—and even the failed attempts—since the invention of muskets, almost all of them were done with knives. Only JFK was killed by a sniper.
Think of all the truly evil men who governed nations in the last 200 years. Why were they not taken out by snipers? Why did not Dulles try taking out Castro that way? How was Diem assassinated?
Snipers can wreak havoc in ruined cities like Baghdad. As for relying upon them to change History…well, show me the evidence.
I’m still trying to catch up to Saint Patty’s Day, much less the Ides of March.
I’m going to try to make corned beef and cabbage from scratch for the first time.
If it fails the possums might get a nice treat tomorrow night.
On Fri their rectums will be quaking….
Ghost, my wife prepared Corned beef and Cabbage, last weekend. Use to hate that worse the fried liver, I enjoyed the meal Sat night.
I’m off to VA Reno today, found more dark skin over my right eye. Think it’s Melanoma. I’ve had five major surgeries under the same eye for skin cancer years ago. Moses surgery wouldn’t accomplish the required removal.
That’s what happens to young drunk Sailors, ya pass out on the beech in the sun. That is until I discovered beef eaters gin. Then I always passed out in the shade! Ha ha.
I’m a bit concerned honestly, I’m seeing a shadow in my right eye vision. I’ve already purchased a series of eye patch’s, one for me, and my grandsons to wear when we’re goofing off.
We made it the first time just last week! cast iron and the oven. Already has lots of salt in the cut if it’s a brined cut. Delicious.
Sorry boys. My Cashew Chicken over Basmati Rice trumps your Corned Beef and Cabbage. Washed it down with whiskey. Having leftovers today.
My least favorite meal. I’d rather open a can.
No love for corned beef, less than none for cabbage, and still less for boiled carrots and potatoes.
yuk to the Nth power.
JWM
I’m hopeful it will be good but if it’s not I won’t cry. My mother used to make it regularly but I haven’t eaten it in at least 50 years. As far as Dirk’s mention of liver and onions. Another one of my mothers regular meals and I always hated everything about it. When we’d come home from school we could smell that shit cooking blocks away and know that the rest of the day was ruined. I bought a Libby’s can of the corned beef and a head of cabbage. First time I ever bought either, maybe the last. I scoped out some recipes online and it seems like pretty basic stuff. We’ll see. Now, where’s that green food coloring for the brews?
Putin, you say? Hmmm, no, I have other people, traitors all, in mind.
That’s right Bill. I have no weapon that can reach 5000 miles.
But I have a knife that can bleed a neck at 1 yard and a gun that can explode a head at 1000 yds.
THAT’s where my focus lies.
In realms I can control.
Fantasy is not my thing, unless I’m playing around in the workshop…..