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Only by Fire is Fascism Finished
Year upon year in Earth’s darker forests,
Heaped at the foot of the trees,
Dry drifts of wood rot and leaf fall increase
Which sunlight shall never seize.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
The ash that descends in the September skies
Where the leapers swam down the stones?
Best answered by bombs from mid-heaven at prayer
With that fire which hollows the bones.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
If their god decrees war, God’s war shall prevail.
His lessons are seared in His stone.
No dreams shall defer, nor wishes erase,
The answers that burn in the bone.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
Only by Fire is Fascism Finished.
This Sin is demanded that Your Line may Live.
Only through Fire is Freedom Reborn.
Each generation pulls the Sword from the Stone.
— Van der Leun
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Twilight Zone redux. Downright scary.
It’s been suggested elsewhere on the innertubes that Harris’s plastic surgeon is a Republican.
Oh, my aching Gernsback!
And it is ANDERSON FOR THE WIN!
What’s with the flared blow holes, the cheek implants, and the squinty-eye motif?
“Can you make me a mash up of Charlie Chan and Cher, with just a touch (or soupcon, as the nibs say it) of Lon Chaney’s phantom of the opera, with a smidgen (or pinch) of Charlie Weaver? You can? Just smash my face into a cement wall a few times, you say? Okay, then.”
I didn’t think Kamala Harris looked that great before, but this is definitely several steps down.
I took one look at her face as imaged at the Gateway Pundit this morning and immediately thought: Howdy Doody.
Shaken and doomed, I’ve now been singing that blasted theme song on and off all day: “It’s Howdy Doody Time, It’s Howdy Doody Time, . . . .”
In Texas we have an old saying… “Beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes right to the bone.”
Same plastic surgeon who did John Kerry.
I dunno, when I saw the Joker grimace, the tight eyes, the rictus smile……all I could think of, she’s using Joe Biden’s plastic surgeon. There must be a Botox black hole out in California right about now. I shudder to think where the hair plugs went.
Not Butch Wax” (I used it back in the day – sort of a light weight axle grease.)
No, she needs Dr Zog’s Sex Wax (“Good For Your Stick”) to complete the look.