WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
Gerard Van der Leun
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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Go read the comments on youtube, 99% of them are pro trump.
The 1% that ain’t, get their ass handed to them by the 99.
Like I said before, Trumps gonna mop the floor. (that rimez)
This is how socialist medicine will be when we vote for libturds.
Just a small peak into the future of America.
From your keyboard to God’s inbox, Ghostsniper.
I’ve curtailed facebarf, but I have begun keeping tabs on very local issues through the Next Door site. You would not expect this here in So Cal, but right-thinking people vastly outnumber the moonbats. The “woke” very often find themselves on the receiving end of some fast-pitch flameballs. People here have had it up to the eyeballs with CA state government utopia.
Here’s a little part of the reason.
(from today’s Next Door)
*barf warning*
We discovered a new encampment behind Goodwill and Harbor Freight on Whittier Boulevard. The drug-addicted vagrant there is deranged and dangerous. He has been feeding off the carcasses of dead possums, littering the area with human waste and syringes. He’d also set up a portable, medical-type, commode, defecating in the alleyway. When approached, he became aggressive, threating me with a crowbar – But I kept my distance and called WPD. Upon hearing the call, he quickly fled the area, leaving behind over a dozen syringes and several, half-eaten marsupials, piled together by his blanket.
And we’re in a “very nice” part of town…
JWM
Seen this one yet?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzNGkwGYE4E