Asking the street.
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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.
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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Over a half a century of occasional interaction with police I have learned they are not useful to me and if they choose, can waste my ass without second thought. Everybody gets to have their own thoughts.
Blacks support the police only because they don’t know what’s best for them.
/sarc
I’ve known a lot of good and pretty good cops over the years, and interacted with a few bad ones.
I think we, alas, need the cops.
I don’t think we need police immunity not immunity of any government official.
I do think we need laws and regulations that are in full accord with our Constitution and that any actions by the police be limited to enforcement, not interpretation, of such.
Gotta have the Po-Po. I have a tendency to obey the Constitution, and pay taxes. No problemo with the police. USA!USA!USA! My oath to uphold such, still stands.
I saw a YT vid yesterday that showed some evidence that a significant number of LEOs are joining State militias. Seems they are beginning to understand that their handlers don’t have their backs when they respond to dangerous situations using approved protocol. The handlers jump ship at the first sniff if a problem from their response to an incident.
Hell, I don’t blame them. When your bosses will hang you, your jig is really up and if I was a big city po-po I’d be damned before I’d respond to anything that intimated trouble beyond clearing traffic after a minor fender bender. All of my response times would be tepid.
Jack, they ain’t gonna give up those lucrative incomes and all that goes with it. I will NEVER trust a gov’t employee. The time for jumping ship is long past.