Watch as Rep. Billy Long drowns out blathering bitch like a kitten in a tub with auction calls in Twitter hearing
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Gerard Van der Leun
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placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
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riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
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lost ponies with
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all change, in thoughts,
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This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
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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
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Time, space,
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And of man seeking good,
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In meiner Heimat
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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,
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The conscience of a blackened street
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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
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And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
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My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
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Judging from the reaction of the faces in the gallery, I would bet most had never heard a good country auctioneer in action.
So great
Almost gives you hope, doesn’t it?
There’s one thing I can always count on: when someone from the Right gets up to make a point, then others on the Right will immediately form a circular firing squad to shoot down the upstart! Then we wonder how come we never win at anything. Well, we certainly wouldn’t want to upset the decorum, now would we?
That blathering bitch was Laura Loomer. She’s a strong Trump supporter and independent journalist, who fearlessly goes where the mainstream fakenews “reporters” never tread. Before this appearance she was at a fundraiser for Keith Ellison, the muslim who enjoys domestic violence with his women; he had to skulk out of this meeting, hanging his head, so that was rather more successful on Laura’s part. Of course no one there was a staunch Republican, so you won’t read about this in the MSM; nothing to laugh about when it’s a bunch of moslems and Democrats getting their meeting upset by troublesome questions!
Laura was attempting to put some heat on @Jack Dorsey, the head of Twitter; don’t worry, he was never discomforted by any troublesome questions, like about how no one on the Right has any freedom of speech on his “public square” platform.
You’ll be reassured to know that the fix is still in, the Deep State will still get their payoffs as planned, and no one will listen to the blatherings of any troublesome bitches. Oh, and other right-wingers will continue to be banned and shadow-banned; it’s no trouble, and it won’t be news, it’ll just be ordinary. Good thing that the Honorable Gentlemen and Senators are always looking out for our interests, isn’t it? Except of course when they’re just harumphing to save their phony-baloney jobs, and to deflect from any serious quesions, that is.
Now remember: when the nice man in a fine uniform says for you to give up your guns, and then asks you politely to get on board the cattle-car to take you to a fun camp with free showers, don’t object! Thank him politely and get on board; after all, you wouldn’t want anyone laughing at you.
Now back to the comedy show you were watching: where Meathead shows Archie Bunker that he’s been right all along, isn’t that the one? Isn’t Archie funny, that stupid, stupid man!
True LOL moment, for me and many in attendance. Oh, how I long for people, of all political persuasions, to be able to joke and laugh again.
I figured the lay-dee was some Alex Jones kooktard.
Thanks, Eskyman. It’s a shame she was sitting all the way in the back.
All she was asked to do was sit down during that hearing. But the auctioneer was great.
tscottme is the reason we need people like Remus
The people in DC thought he was a white rapper. Never been to an auction. Count on it.
I’m really disappointed that you would call Laura Loomer a “blathering bitch” while appearing to lionize that ignorant pig “Representative” Long. As one of your followers on Gab.ai, I’m surprised at your attitude.
Didn’t catch the identity. Sorry ab out that.