BraveNewWorld Ver. 19.84 Status Report
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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
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
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
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
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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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Wow.
We make hell for ourselves.
As simple an idea as it is on the surface hell is largely populated by those who participate in it’s construction.
We’re not quite obsolete. Yet. We’re worse in the eyes of the state. We dare to question. Dare to live our lives the way see fit. Why can’t we be left alone? To be left alone would be to think for ourselves, to enjoy the fruits of our labor, to associate with who we please. But the state can’t tolerate that, so we’re labeled white supremacists, insurgents, terrorists, worse than isis, and the man we voted for is compared to Bin Laden. Stick together y’all. We have no choice.
brinster
Very well stated response. Our best defense is joining with our like minded neighbors in opposition to all probes or attacks on our liberties/rights. Starting with local gov bureaucrats and elected lords. Strength is in numbers. The main obstacle is our individualism inhibits our necessary need to become a force of many individuals. And every defensive group must have an agreed on leader. Study the US Constitution and have copy close by. That is our law, period. Be outspoken in your belief system. The enemy hates that and fears us already. Especially since the past election fiasco.
The troops the dems/repubs ordered to the Capitol in their show of force despised them.
Resist, resist, resist.
No revolution has every been planned on the internet.
Awfully nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?
Sure is John. We’re having sunshine here. Thank you Fauxpresident Biden!
The troops guarding the new King are not happy campers:
https://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2021/01/national_guard_troops_exploited_for_insurrection_theatre_subjected_to_disgusting_abuse_as_soon_as_no_longer_needed_for_visuals.html
You mean it “Takes a Village” to raise a child? Oh the irony…
Probably my favorite episode of the many great Twilight Zones. “In the name of God let me out!” “Yes, in the Name of God I will let you out.” BOOM!
The NG. The chain of command is either POTUS – NorthCom – units participating in DC, or else it could be POTUS – NGB – units in DC. All commanders in this chain will have to answer for this horse shit. If capitol police or the mayor of DC actually did give a vacate “order,” this shit will never float again. The next order they give will probably be met with a shrug and a middle finger.
The TZ with Rod Serling is great stuff. The state. The state. Wow, that is some powerful writing and on point today like never before. Burgess Meredith was great, too, BTW. I am also reminded of The Space Trilogy by C.S. Lewis, which had some very trenchcoat and statist George Orwelliam stuff in it.
Angry today, like always. Yes, I am organizing the local terrain in my mind, and visualizing my county and state as a sort of battle space. Whether that is kinetic, or not, is up to the goons who’d like to take my stuff away. They keep saying they will, and then telling me I’m paranoid.
saw this as a child, 7-8, with a neighbor kid while our parents and others gathered in the basement rec room (w/full bar) for, are you ready?- cha-cha lessons on a friday night.
this was my propaganda.
written by a guy who jumped into europe.
totalitarianism illustrated was topical then.
“We make hell for ourselves.
As simple an idea as it is on the surface hell is largely populated by those who participate in it’s construction.”
my brother, now long-passed, my only sibling and ten years my senior to the week, suffered a fractured skull from a discus at a track meet when 19 years old. he had the experience some have of dying on the operating table, floating above the procedure, going to a place he did not want to leave, and returning. he was profoundly affected by this.
he later proved to himself it was real. he spoke of it little, but said to me once “if hell exists, we’re living it now.”
A major problem with linking with “like minded” people is that the mindset that has been bred into people now, and the environment in which we live anyone can be bought off. Your best friend today could be your worst enemy tomorrow. He can be captured and faced with life threatening challenges by dark forces he will turn on you with little hesitation. Put yourself in his place. They show you a conjured video of you raping a child and tell you they will show it to your wife, employer, church, news services unless you comply with their demands. Yes, you will cave, and so will anybody else.
You can only trust people you have known closely for a long time and even then the above can still occur. Essentially, when it comes down to it, you are an island in hostile waters. But, you have the ability, still, to leave those waters. At what point do you determine that it is better to leave the sinking ship?
Want to see an *even more relevant* TWILIGHT ZONE episode? Check out “Four O’Clock,” which stars Theodor Bikel as a lone crank destroying the lives of total strangers with a poison-pen/-phonecall crusade, and planning to turn all the *bad people* into a race of midgets come 4:00pm that day. The show predicted *cancel culture* FIFTY YEARS before social media started to ruin all our lives.
how appaproe