The Black Rifle Coffee Company Explains the All-American Gun Free Zone to You. Yes, you. So Listen Up. And, hey, sing along you old fart.
The Black Rifle Coffee Company Explains the All-American Gun Free Zone to You. Yes, you. So Listen Up. And, hey, sing along you old fart.
THE MOST OF IT by Robert Frost
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.
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Beneath the Aegean
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
Your Say
Song of Myself
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
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Wow, who is that woman!?!
OT, but important: Are you and Miss Olive safe in Chico at least for now? From what I can tell from the InciWeb map, Chico is some distance to the southwest from the North Complex/Bear Fire, but if the wind picks up again and changes direction, who knows? Prayers still up for you and your Editor.
https://inciweb.nwcg.gov/incident/6997/
I need all the humor I can get. Love BRCC vids.
Otherwise, cannot keep up with news as it happens. We were in a blackout for 24 hrs (wind and fire damage) and I’m scrambling to catch up.
Did Mattis talk coup? I doubt it because Woodward is a first class cunt. OTOH, the good general did mess his own drawers when he went anti-Trump on us. So, he is not above reproach.
Will Pelosi, et al., try to flush election night? They’ll have to get through a lot of patriotic ‘Muricans to do it.
Did the USFS fail (or worse yet?) the campers in the Mammoth area, only to have the Cali NG swoop in for a daring air rescue? That’s a rumor but I wouldn’t put it past the USFS, whose egregious mishandling of the forests should make them criminally liable. In my day, the forests were managed, FFS.
Hell if I know anything that’s going on. Not a GFZ here, though. Just saying.
Olive and I are fine. Safe and snug and well away from fires. (though smokey.)
“Olive and I are fine.”
To quote the Bard: “For this relief, much thanks.” And I hope the smoke clears soon.
Alex, ” that woman” is Mrs. Best.
Another good one from BRCC. If you haven’t heard “Quarantine” enough to sing it from memory; well, get with it.
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