You ask, “Where are they finding all these fucked progs?”
Answer via Ozzyman, “They’re fuckin’ everywhere, mate.”
“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.
Gerard Van der Leun
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Meet you at the bar, mate.
A socialist asked me why I was anti-social.
I punched his ass in the face.
I am so glad that YouTube didn’t exist when I went to destination F.
You made me think, Jewel.
I am glad that I am as old that I am. Imagine being between seventeen and twenty five years old in this age and time. Forget about the masks; imagine that any, and every moment of your night partying out with the gang is going to be on TV. Live. *for the entire world to see*. I don’t have to do any heavy remembering to come up with some pretty cringeworthy moments from those years (and several decades afterwords) Imagine having all your worst moments on somebody’s tic-toc, or twitter. Imagine all your ridiculous conceits at seventeen being preserved in the cloud for the whole world to laugh at. Forever.
JWM
Imagine there’s no privacy. Anywhere.
Are we there yet?
Nori, I have a feeling that “Doctor” Jill’s patient still gets plenty of privacy. For how long, I don’t know, but so far no one’s uploaded any smartphone videos of the Biden family’s private moments hunkering down in Camp David or Delaware or wherever they decide to hide next. They, of course, have sent the whole country to Destination F– Ozzy Man is just too polite to say so.
If someone filmed just a few of the things I did while in college I would either be in prison or be dead.
Sadly those scenes are the most upbeat and positive things I’ve seen on the web so far this morning.
Oh well, the sun’s over the yardarm somewhere, as Casey said, meet you at the bar, mate.
Watching Grandpa beat the living crap out of the liberal-looking manbunfag made my day.
Bravo.
@PA Cat
“…They, of course, have sent the whole country to Destination F– Ozzy Man is just too polite to say so.
Yabut, Ozzy Man is from Oz, and lately they’re their own Destination F____ked.
azlibertarian–
I’ve noticed that Ozzy Man stays strictly away from Destination F in his own country (i.e., the way the government enforces COVID-19 lockdowns) most likely because he knows there would be some kind of official blowback. I should have been clearer about his being too polite to say we’re at Destination F over here; he did remark on one occasion that he got a lot of criticism for his takes on US politics on the grounds that he’s an outsider.
If Ozzy Man want to see a true Destination F just now, he should check out his homeland