As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
I guess Coors is OK, for some, if there ain’t no beer available, but any of us really hateful hating no account peckerwood crackers go for whisky and ditch water if such were the case.
There is no sense, or benefit, in hating these people, i.e. like the soy boy, homosexual non-vaxx person, etc. You see those misguided people feed off any hate thrown their way. Any hate expressed to them, or about them, only enables them, and in today’s cultural morass, it gives them the ability to bring to bear the force of the state against you, or Big Tech via censorship of hateful posts. Any hate we express at them and the misguided ideas they espouse validates, it makes them feel good about themselves.
Rather, we should pity them. You see they (those alphabet mixed up people) will not be able to stand your pity for them. Pitying them, and they need pity in bucketfuls, will induce them to hating you even more than they already hate you and your normal life. I pity them, and when I occasionally am put in the situation where I have to interact with some misguided, mixed up alphabet person, I tell them to their face that I pity them deeply. It drives them mad! Pity, not hate.
ghostsniperAugust 11, 2021, 1:55 PM
I rarely drink, but if I have a mind to I’ll have whatever is being served without complaint. I keep a 12pak of Bud tall boys in the fridge just in case.
Casey KlahnAugust 11, 2021, 5:34 PM
I only imbibe one Kentucky bourbon, which sounds like Bullet, which is Bulleit. Otherwise, I’ve sworn off all things candian or even most Scotch. I got tired of looking for the one Scotch that didn’t taste like peat bog band aid. Then, I realized the Irish seemed to have it right. It’s Irish whiskey for me. if there’s any drinking to be done.
Anyway, I quit drinking. Last night, at 11. Tonight, at 5, I’ll pour another one…looks at the clock. In this immoderate heat, I’ve even taken to putting a large round ice ball in my tumbler. Otherwise, when I drinks water, i drinks water, and when I drinks whiskey, I drinks whiskey.
To our host, all ladies present, and this cohort of bastards whose comments I enjoy daily: a toast. May you drink in Valhalla, but always from the best kegs.
ghostsniperAugust 11, 2021, 6:18 PM
“Wench, fetch me my grog!”
(just 5 more weeks) Sept 19th
Good on yer Casey, the only thing better than a fifth of Jamesons is another fifth of Jamesons.
Beer; I lean toward stout, commercial, Guinness export. Though many, myself included think my home brewed White Nights Stout is right for a hot day or a cool evening, especially if there’s a guitar, or some such, nearby.
EX Californian PeteAugust 12, 2021, 11:34 AM
I agree 100% with John Venlet.
Hatred is a poison. So is fear, and anger. They cloud judgement, cause irrationality, complications, and can do irreparable damage- internally and externally. They will feed on you and can consume you.
It’s not easy to eradicate those toxins from your life, but doing so increases the quality of life thousandfold. And as John noted, replacing those toxic emotions with a “lesser” one like pity works quite well.
Liberals, for example- I either pity them or laugh at them. Or both.
Hatred is a poison” exactly, I’ve grown tired of anger, towards a govt I have zero ability to put in check.
I’ve learned that anything DC, IS poison!
VI
VanderleunAugust 13, 2021, 6:14 PM
“I’ve even taken to putting a large round ice ball in my tumbler.”
There open the gates of wisdom. I’ve a bartender here in Chico at a hidden speakeasy bar to the north of town with no sign and no indication of a drinker’s Valhalla who carves large cubes of clear special ice into round balls before he builds your cocktail.
Magic.
VanderleunAugust 13, 2021, 6:16 PM
And I too, Dirk, grow tired of anger. I take pains now to avoid those media sites t hat wind me up. I still can be gotten to with the news that leaks in or that I see when I assemble Strange Daze but I try not to get hyped by it. Not always successful.
As a writer and poet I am always yearning to write in the affirmative and towards God but I am weak and do not always succeed.
DanAugust 13, 2021, 7:02 PM
Casey Klahn August 11, 2021, 5:34 PM: “I only imbibe one Kentucky bourbon, which sounds like Bullet, which is Bulleit. Otherwise, I’ve sworn off all things candian…”
I have a plastic bottle of Canadian Club “1858” whisky (no “e”) taking up space on my spirits shelf that I bought for an unknown reason some time back. (“Hey maybe I’ll try this….”)
I proceeded to run out of Kessler American Blended Whiskey. (With an “e”.) Yes. Kessler. DON’T YOU JUDGE ME. It’s great with some 88-cent-per-2-liter generic house brand lemon lime soda. My go-to drinking-alone imbibement. But I was out.
So I pulled down the Canadian Club 1858 whisky and put it in the freezer.
Canadian Club is really, really awful. It’s not bourbony at all. Blended with all the wrong whiskeys. Or whiskies. Whiskeys?
I will eventually finish the bottle, but only because I threw $15 at it and nobody but you readers here are watching. And you can’t hurt me.
And, for the record, I have open bottles — for visitors — of Knob Creek, Maker’s Mark, Elijah Craig, Gentleman’s Jack, Jack Daniels, Glenlivet 12 (and older), Jameson.
Gerard, you succeed mightily. We all have our very backs up against the Darkness. The only sanctuary is in the Good, the True, and the Beautiful, and the divine will from which they spring. You provide a restorative dose of all of that every day. The art, and poetry become shields and weapons in the fight. I, myself, metabolize a lot of rage at the work table, and I’m grateful to be able to burn it there, instead of in my gut. There is nothing wrong with hating that which is evil. The battle, I think, is against allowing a righteous hatred of evil to metastasize into that kind of obsessive resentment that eats your soul. Not an easy fight, but we gotta’ fight it.
JWM
Casey KlahnAugust 13, 2021, 11:22 PM
First of all, Dan: I’m coming over. If your bar is open like that, I’ll take you up on it.
I guess it’s the Scotts who omit the “e”, but damned if the Irish don’t keep the “e”. Whiskey.
Now, purists will be chagrined at my swearing off of (most) Scottish whisky, but if it’s pure you want, how about we begin with the language? It was fukn the Irish (!) who invented the Gaelic tongue. The Welsh and the Scotts got it downhill from the Irish. And so it follows, they also have the wisdom of the ages when it comes to Godly drinks.
A secret speakeasy, is it, Mr. Gerard? While that sounds grand, I do most of my drinking alone. It keeps me near a boil at all times. I don’t hate people, mind you. I just hate everyone. Except present company, of course.
VanderleunAugust 14, 2021, 12:30 PM
Here’s some tokens from the fine fine Speakeasy cocktails at the hidden “Strong Water”
Casey KlahnAugust 14, 2021, 12:47 PM
Gerard: thanks. I almost feel convivial looking at an actual bar from the inside. I appreciate the share. Those drinks look like chick drinks, but nothing wrong with that.
Maybe I need to get out some. My hooch is looking kind of dank.
VanderleunAugust 14, 2021, 12:54 PM
They look girly but I assure you — at least for the Manhattan, the Gimlet, and the bourgan Kentucky they are anything but. Each one is a triple and my motto when I go drinking there at night is “One and done.” That way if I’m pulled over I can look the officer in the eye when he asks, “Have you been drinking tonight?” and give him the only possible answer you ever give… “No. I don’t drink.”
Also, the bartenders are star-level and can make any drink you like. They even have some Viper and some branch water hidden away.
Casey KlahnAugust 14, 2021, 1:44 PM
I was going to say something super sexist, like the Scots used to not even allow wimmin in their bars, but decided against. Now, I’m going to read the pussies post (after my wife leaves the room). Nyuk.
I never cast aspersions on your tastes. Mr Gerard. But, the banter is fun.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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Hhaha. I don’t care who you are, that’s funny.
Cosby is innocent.
Funny stuff.
Now get Ghost and Casey to critique the fey ghey dood in Psaki’s video.
Awesome!
VI
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
Gimme another Coors.
I liked thet.
I guess Coors is OK, for some, if there ain’t no beer available, but any of us really hateful hating no account peckerwood crackers go for whisky and ditch water if such were the case.
There is no sense, or benefit, in hating these people, i.e. like the soy boy, homosexual non-vaxx person, etc. You see those misguided people feed off any hate thrown their way. Any hate expressed to them, or about them, only enables them, and in today’s cultural morass, it gives them the ability to bring to bear the force of the state against you, or Big Tech via censorship of hateful posts. Any hate we express at them and the misguided ideas they espouse validates, it makes them feel good about themselves.
Rather, we should pity them. You see they (those alphabet mixed up people) will not be able to stand your pity for them. Pitying them, and they need pity in bucketfuls, will induce them to hating you even more than they already hate you and your normal life. I pity them, and when I occasionally am put in the situation where I have to interact with some misguided, mixed up alphabet person, I tell them to their face that I pity them deeply. It drives them mad! Pity, not hate.
I rarely drink, but if I have a mind to I’ll have whatever is being served without complaint. I keep a 12pak of Bud tall boys in the fridge just in case.
I only imbibe one Kentucky bourbon, which sounds like Bullet, which is Bulleit. Otherwise, I’ve sworn off all things candian or even most Scotch. I got tired of looking for the one Scotch that didn’t taste like peat bog band aid. Then, I realized the Irish seemed to have it right. It’s Irish whiskey for me. if there’s any drinking to be done.
Anyway, I quit drinking. Last night, at 11. Tonight, at 5, I’ll pour another one…looks at the clock. In this immoderate heat, I’ve even taken to putting a large round ice ball in my tumbler. Otherwise, when I drinks water, i drinks water, and when I drinks whiskey, I drinks whiskey.
To our host, all ladies present, and this cohort of bastards whose comments I enjoy daily: a toast. May you drink in Valhalla, but always from the best kegs.
“Wench, fetch me my grog!”
(just 5 more weeks) Sept 19th
Good on yer Casey, the only thing better than a fifth of Jamesons is another fifth of Jamesons.
Beer; I lean toward stout, commercial, Guinness export. Though many, myself included think my home brewed White Nights Stout is right for a hot day or a cool evening, especially if there’s a guitar, or some such, nearby.
I agree 100% with John Venlet.
Hatred is a poison. So is fear, and anger. They cloud judgement, cause irrationality, complications, and can do irreparable damage- internally and externally. They will feed on you and can consume you.
It’s not easy to eradicate those toxins from your life, but doing so increases the quality of life thousandfold. And as John noted, replacing those toxic emotions with a “lesser” one like pity works quite well.
Liberals, for example- I either pity them or laugh at them. Or both.
Hatred is a poison” exactly, I’ve grown tired of anger, towards a govt I have zero ability to put in check.
I’ve learned that anything DC, IS poison!
VI
“I’ve even taken to putting a large round ice ball in my tumbler.”
There open the gates of wisdom. I’ve a bartender here in Chico at a hidden speakeasy bar to the north of town with no sign and no indication of a drinker’s Valhalla who carves large cubes of clear special ice into round balls before he builds your cocktail.
Magic.
And I too, Dirk, grow tired of anger. I take pains now to avoid those media sites t hat wind me up. I still can be gotten to with the news that leaks in or that I see when I assemble Strange Daze but I try not to get hyped by it. Not always successful.
As a writer and poet I am always yearning to write in the affirmative and towards God but I am weak and do not always succeed.
Casey Klahn August 11, 2021, 5:34 PM: “I only imbibe one Kentucky bourbon, which sounds like Bullet, which is Bulleit. Otherwise, I’ve sworn off all things candian…”
I have a plastic bottle of Canadian Club “1858” whisky (no “e”) taking up space on my spirits shelf that I bought for an unknown reason some time back. (“Hey maybe I’ll try this….”)
I proceeded to run out of Kessler American Blended Whiskey. (With an “e”.) Yes. Kessler. DON’T YOU JUDGE ME. It’s great with some 88-cent-per-2-liter generic house brand lemon lime soda. My go-to drinking-alone imbibement. But I was out.
So I pulled down the Canadian Club 1858 whisky and put it in the freezer.
Canadian Club is really, really awful. It’s not bourbony at all. Blended with all the wrong whiskeys. Or whiskies. Whiskeys?
I will eventually finish the bottle, but only because I threw $15 at it and nobody but you readers here are watching. And you can’t hurt me.
And, for the record, I have open bottles — for visitors — of Knob Creek, Maker’s Mark, Elijah Craig, Gentleman’s Jack, Jack Daniels, Glenlivet 12 (and older), Jameson.
Gerard, you succeed mightily. We all have our very backs up against the Darkness. The only sanctuary is in the Good, the True, and the Beautiful, and the divine will from which they spring. You provide a restorative dose of all of that every day. The art, and poetry become shields and weapons in the fight. I, myself, metabolize a lot of rage at the work table, and I’m grateful to be able to burn it there, instead of in my gut. There is nothing wrong with hating that which is evil. The battle, I think, is against allowing a righteous hatred of evil to metastasize into that kind of obsessive resentment that eats your soul. Not an easy fight, but we gotta’ fight it.
JWM
First of all, Dan: I’m coming over. If your bar is open like that, I’ll take you up on it.
I guess it’s the Scotts who omit the “e”, but damned if the Irish don’t keep the “e”. Whiskey.
Now, purists will be chagrined at my swearing off of (most) Scottish whisky, but if it’s pure you want, how about we begin with the language? It was fukn the Irish (!) who invented the Gaelic tongue. The Welsh and the Scotts got it downhill from the Irish. And so it follows, they also have the wisdom of the ages when it comes to Godly drinks.
A secret speakeasy, is it, Mr. Gerard? While that sounds grand, I do most of my drinking alone. It keeps me near a boil at all times. I don’t hate people, mind you. I just hate everyone. Except present company, of course.
Here’s some tokens from the fine fine Speakeasy cocktails at the hidden “Strong Water”
Gerard: thanks. I almost feel convivial looking at an actual bar from the inside. I appreciate the share. Those drinks look like chick drinks, but nothing wrong with that.
Maybe I need to get out some. My hooch is looking kind of dank.
They look girly but I assure you — at least for the Manhattan, the Gimlet, and the bourgan Kentucky they are anything but. Each one is a triple and my motto when I go drinking there at night is “One and done.” That way if I’m pulled over I can look the officer in the eye when he asks, “Have you been drinking tonight?” and give him the only possible answer you ever give… “No. I don’t drink.”
Also, the bartenders are star-level and can make any drink you like. They even have some Viper and some branch water hidden away.
I was going to say something super sexist, like the Scots used to not even allow wimmin in their bars, but decided against. Now, I’m going to read the pussies post (after my wife leaves the room). Nyuk.
I never cast aspersions on your tastes. Mr Gerard. But, the banter is fun.