There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
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
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Watch for Fauci and Gates to get the patent.
“Elmo loves compliance.”
Hydra: “Compliance will be rewarded.”
Pfizer promises a “Free Toaster!” after you’ve gotten every hole punched on your Pfizer Loyalty Card. Gerard, might you insert that hilarious meme I sent you to illustrate this point… er… jab?
Those most committed to getting all the government prescribed vaccinations and boosters, and more vaccinations and boosters, and still more vaccinations and boosters—every three months is now “recommended”—will be the ones who will sicken permanently and die off slowly but surely. Let’s see: I wonder to what political party most of them belong?
The “Progressives”—through abortion, euthanasia and unlimited vaccinations—are exterminating themselves. I wonder who will be left after they are bedridden, sickly and dead?
According to Vox Day, Reuben, the part time pool boy and part time hospital shitty sheet changer, will be “pillowing” their asses like there is no tomorrow. There may be some justice in this world after all.
Well done, Babylon Bee. Good to see someone still knows how to do cutting edge comedy. All the little girl needed was a loud-patterned scarf and she could’ve been mini Debra Birx.
We are living the text of the Declaration of Independence as if it were a script.
The second paragraph—theory of representative government—is nearly exactly the opposition/traditionalist/populist ideology developing in the “Country class” (Codevilla).
There seems to be growing acceptance of the conclusion of the argument—“when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government…”
Then Jefferson lists that long train of abuses which matches what has been happening for 80 years, and has accelerated.
Only question is What will trigger the concluding paragraphs—An Intolerable Act? A massacre?—and a declaration that “all political connection between [The Common People] and the [Regime]” is over, and “for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.”
https://www.archives.gov/founding-docs/declaration-transcript
I would say our own “Intolerable Acts” happened in the 2020 election and in the year that followed. We await our own Lexington Green. Things will get spicy when people on both sides begin to get killed. Jefferson’s “Tree of Liberty” is quite thirsty.