You ask, “Where are they finding all these fucked progs?”
Answer via Ozzyman, “They’re fuckin’ everywhere, mate.”
You ask, “Where are they finding all these fucked progs?”
Answer via Ozzyman, “They’re fuckin’ everywhere, mate.”
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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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