WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”
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
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
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
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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.
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OK, what’s all this CHAZ business?
No I don’t need to get out more.
I didn’t view the vid.
C-Capitol
H-Hill
A-Autonomous
Z-Zone
Controlled by a gangster by the name of Raz. Maybe he’s a poet too?
The Tucker Carlson piece with the man-on-the-scene report is funny, in a perverse kind of way…..what else could be expected from Seattle’s Capitol Hill District?
I read, in a Fox News article that the children in CHAZ are tweeting for supplies, cigs, things to drink and eat, etc. Someone in that area, with at least one atrophied testicle should turn off the water and the power, scramble all of their internet signals and surround it with Federal Troops…the kind that wouldn’t think twice about putting bullets into the heads of these marxist fucks.
Lock them in and lock them down and as they surrender, one by one, cuff them, throw them into jail on State and Federal charges, deny all bail and let them cool their violent little heels in small cells. When they’re tried and convicted, give them no less than 10 years of hard labor, cart them off to a Federal pen and throw them into GP.
Jack, howzabout just waiting them out after axing utilities, taking them in small groups of 4-5 to a nearby secluded area and put a single bullet to the back of the head, Einzatsgruppen style? And then shovel and shut up (3 S’s)
Quiet and economical. And quite effective.
Plus the word would quickly get out thru the grapevine and spread like wildfire. Ergo no more riots.
Waco… what did the government do?
Cut off power. Blasted with loudspeakers.
Then burned them to death.
Democrats did that.