Adult stupidity is exceeded by adult adulteration. We are our own worst self-cannibalizing enemies.
That we shamelessly corrupt our children should
be grounds enough for imprisoning such moral deviants.
Call it what it is, The Old Abnormal.
Monty JamesSeptember 17, 2017, 7:02 PM
I have this strange feeling that these people aren’t native english speakers. Reminded me of this, which illustrates the point Howard is making perfectly:
A co-worker came in with Chinese characters tattooed on his neck. He said it meant “Never Satisfied”. So I copied the text, took it home and looked it up in my Pin Yin dictionary.
Yeah, it was “never satisfied” all right, but not in the “always trying harder” sense he wanted to convey; it actually meant “impossible to please”, with a heavy accent on whining.
I believe some of these photos might be a reversal of that type situation.
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.
Bright blooms of flame spattered shadows on that tide
Whose strangling fingers clawed into our lands,
And scraped out slots, fresh graves upon our sands.
A far-off signal flared and sputtering fell,
Its bloom of sparks erupting deep in slate,
But, like our last edition, this signal came too late.
The drumming bursts of broken cannons
Stomped along the edges of our gilded cage,
And faded like the lies we smeared on our front page,
Faded until all we heard of want or wish or war
Were the screams of our grandchildren slain
Beyond our gilded sand, upon our once fruited plain.
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
Still LIfe with Stick and Word
April is over. May moon.
How many more for my regard,
hundreds, a handful?
Better not trouble the dark water due north of north.
Better to concentrate on something close, something small.
This stick, for instance. This word.
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Gerard Van der Leun
April is over. May moon.
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Adult stupidity is exceeded by adult adulteration. We are our own worst self-cannibalizing enemies.
That we shamelessly corrupt our children should
be grounds enough for imprisoning such moral deviants.
Call it what it is, The Old Abnormal.
I have this strange feeling that these people aren’t native english speakers. Reminded me of this, which illustrates the point Howard is making perfectly:
Banned Commercials “Engels Leren?”
Please don’t click, Howard, it’s Dutch.
A co-worker came in with Chinese characters tattooed on his neck. He said it meant “Never Satisfied”. So I copied the text, took it home and looked it up in my Pin Yin dictionary.
Yeah, it was “never satisfied” all right, but not in the “always trying harder” sense he wanted to convey; it actually meant “impossible to please”, with a heavy accent on whining.
I believe some of these photos might be a reversal of that type situation.
Monty, you really know how to suck a guy in. Shame on you! Shame on me the next time I click your link (which I look forward to).
Cultural appropriation, with a side dish of honesty.
Snorting beer out of your nose is painful. I just did both for this post, and the you tube.
The messages in these photos make about as much sense as the insane gobbledygook being taught in Western universities today.
These people are not English speakers. They buy those shirts for the graphics, not knowing what they say of course.
I just received bumper stickers for my cars and truck
“Rope, Lamppost, Politician”
” Some Assembly Required”
“My hovercraft is full of eels.”