WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
BREITBART: 8 Years
byVanderleunonMarch 1, 2020
Andrew Breitbart (February 1, 1969 – March 1, 2012)
“Walk toward the fire. Don’t worry about what they call you. All those things are said against you because they want to stop you in your tracks. But if you keep going, you’re sending a message to people who are rooting for you, who are agreeing with you. The message is that they can do it, too.”
He was the man, for sure. Sorely missed, but we have a POTUS who is from the same breed. Too bad Breitbart news didn’t recognize that when Trump was running. Bunch of fukkin idiots. Here we are 3 years hence and I haven’t forgotten the never Trump stance they took editorially. Who the fuck am I? Just a conservative man whose head is not up his ass; now I rarely go to BN pages.
But AB was fully loaded and blazed the way for the insurrection we are in the midst of now. He lives on in my kind memories. Get. Some. W.A.R.
He gave me hope. At a time when I was almost out of air and hope– there he was working from that tradition of seeking truth: who, what, where, when, and why. Journalism–the distribution of information (facts) the way it was supposed to be.
I still miss him.
In looking at the video of his speeding car, I am quite certain that what I am seeing is one of those vehicles–those modern vehicles with multiple computer apps–a computer app that is no longer functioning. I do believe he was murdered. This man would never have willingly driven that street, under any circumstances at that speed.
We now understand the power of foreign satellite interventions, we understand that our computers–your computer, or mine, or those of the Defense Department–any computer can be taken over by some other agent: foreign governments, or our own, belligerent teen agers, or thieving business counterparts–whoever. At some point in time it is possible to pay enough money to the right person to take control of a computer running a ship, a television station, another television station, etc. I believe that someone took control of that car on that night. Sorry if that sounds of the wall–so be it.
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Gerard Van der Leun
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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
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
Andrew Breitbart (February 1, 1969 – March 1, 2012)
Gerard Van der Leun
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He was the man, for sure. Sorely missed, but we have a POTUS who is from the same breed. Too bad Breitbart news didn’t recognize that when Trump was running. Bunch of fukkin idiots. Here we are 3 years hence and I haven’t forgotten the never Trump stance they took editorially. Who the fuck am I? Just a conservative man whose head is not up his ass; now I rarely go to BN pages.
But AB was fully loaded and blazed the way for the insurrection we are in the midst of now. He lives on in my kind memories. Get. Some. W.A.R.
…I miss him.
He gave me hope. At a time when I was almost out of air and hope– there he was working from that tradition of seeking truth: who, what, where, when, and why. Journalism–the distribution of information (facts) the way it was supposed to be.
I still miss him.
In looking at the video of his speeding car, I am quite certain that what I am seeing is one of those vehicles–those modern vehicles with multiple computer apps–a computer app that is no longer functioning. I do believe he was murdered. This man would never have willingly driven that street, under any circumstances at that speed.
We now understand the power of foreign satellite interventions, we understand that our computers–your computer, or mine, or those of the Defense Department–any computer can be taken over by some other agent: foreign governments, or our own, belligerent teen agers, or thieving business counterparts–whoever. At some point in time it is possible to pay enough money to the right person to take control of a computer running a ship, a television station, another television station, etc. I believe that someone took control of that car on that night. Sorry if that sounds of the wall–so be it.