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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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Just imagine what the next generation after this one will be like.
Will the be a next generation?
Ghost, I believe there will be another generation and really stretching it, maybe two, but that should end it for the US. A dominant military power will likely invade and take control. BLM and antifa types, people of faith and those who physically resist will be included within the initial extermination, politicians of every stripe and people who act like this will be included within the second round, and so forth. Those who survive had better have some kind of productive job skill and a clean record of civility.
I cannot see an actual military invasion. That might be the one thing that would actually unite the country. I could see with liberal weenies in control the opening of borders to a point that most major cities and the greater southwest would become somewhat overrun and lawless. Plus defund cops. Whites would leave and you would have a real mess in those areas. Instead of division of states into formal breakup of the US, I think we are more likely to see basic laws and individual property rights ignored. Run the cops out, ignore what is going on, and you get major mahem. Otro vez, again, Whitey will flee and congregate in more friendly AOs. The quality of life will deteriorate for everyone, for sure. In these states or major cities overrun with illegals and no law you will realize your tax base will have hauled ass a long time ago. The federal gubmint can raise taxes but only on people with any money left. This can turn into Venezuela in a decade or so. Entropy, I think is the word that I was seeking.