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Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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American’s are stuck in a voting spin loop. They vote over and over for the same lame leaders. Until they get up off their lazy voting butts the spin loop will go on for ever. Sorry to tell you but until things fall down around our ears, no one will be punished in Washington. We are just cows, content just getting by with an occasional swat at the flies with our tails. Those in power keep us fed and watered just enough to keep us passive. Tell your daughter to just accept life as a cow, the rich will stay rich and the poor will stay just on the edge of contentment. If she wants the good life go into politics and adjust to herding the little weakly cows around their pens and never worry about the cows existence.
We won’t get another chance like this again. This either works or we lose, permanently
I’m lining up next to Uncle Mikey. Throw the book at them, hundreds and thousands of them if necessary. Anybody complain or get all weepy, tell them “Shut up, they should be swinging from a tree!” Anybody says “This is not who we are…”, tell them “Right, we are indeed civilized and forgiving… that’s why they’re not swinging from a tree!” And be sure to take any opportunity to ask why we should we be worried about criminals and not about the survival of our society, which is mostly not criminals?”
Because a society that will not take the reasonable and prudent steps required to protect itself from criminals will eventually fall to them.
That being said, I think the “Truth and Reconciliation Commission” approach has some merit. A full, public, detailed, and abject confession, including strong remorse as evidenced by the ratting out of co-conspirators, may qualify you for a conditional pardon… the condition being never being involved again in government or politics!
Granger Supply sells 1 inch hemp rope for $2.426 per foot in 600 foot spools. Perhaps we need to buy a half dozen spools and start bringing some of these traitors to the justice they deserve. For less than 50 bucks apiece the problem will be solved. Any remaining rope should be used as a deterrent to others who hold the constitution too lightly.
I like the Taxi Hack, and if I remember correctly, I first became internet-acquainted with him when our host posted this epic…..
http://taxicabdepressions.com/?p=1193
However, if you read through to the end of The Pig Trap, I’m kinda thinking that **most** of us are in the trap engorging ourselves on the free corn. There are damn few, wheher inside or outside, who are trying to bash down the Trap. So here, where the Hack asks “What happens if nothing happens?”, I think the answer is obvious: More of the same.
That America elected Trump is a good sign, but that being said, the Deep State has been doing a good job of protecting itself. I wish I could be more optimistic, but I just don’t see it yet.
Roger, let’s not overreact! 3/4” hemp is plenty strong enough, no need to go overboard with 1”, sir!
What happens if nothing happens?
Nothing.
“…where is the line?”
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At my property line, of course.
And maybe my neighbors property line, the only other person on this planet I would trust my life to, and would risk my life for, other than my wife.
Basic trust has been destroyed in this country, maybe it’s called cultural adhesion or some other fancy name. Societal unity. It doesn’t exist any more. The results of too many people with nothing in common. It seems like every man for himself.
FWIW, amazon has 550 7 strand paracord for about $10 per 100′ hank and that is more than adequate for stringing 2 legged bull elephants from tree limbs and setting them on fire. If they weigh more than 550 double it up. No trees in Urbania? No problem. Trailer hitches work fine and no heavy lifting required though you do miss out on that aerial dance routine. A good drag though is quite a sight. Lot’s of screemin’ and gymnastics, bring the kids and a picnic basket!
You didn’t go back far enough. There was the murder of a woman under surveillance by an FBI sniper at Ruby Ridge in 1992. (She was holding a baby.) Then there was the mass murder of men, women and children by the FBI in Waco in 1993.
We should go back to the FBI’s founding in 1908. It was famously corrupt when Hoover took over in 1924. He never cleaned it up; he just gave it new targets, many political opponents. He files would be interesting, but like the KGB’s they are mostly of historical interest now.
Our Deep State is utterly corrupt and lawless, not only in regards to money and power, but also in sexual perversion, especially pedophilia. (See Podesta brothers.) It is also delusional and paranoid. (Russiagate) It has control of an aggressive, expansionist American Empire, and it is conducting a war of terror all over Africa, the Middle East and Central Asia. The Philippines and Indonesia appear to be next. Its military is soft and incompetent and not a little cowardly, and it cannot defeat lightly armed Third World militias. But, never mind, we can crush Russia and China.
Is anyone who matters taking note of the turbulence underneath the surface or are we all just having revenge fantasies? The continuing empty resolution and equally empty representation cannot be far removed from that of 1860, except the borders now are more cultural than geographic. I will not be surprised if the first strike is from the establishment types against restless patriots demanding answers, finally, to the decades of corruption and deceit. I will also not be surprised to see that lying and deceitful throng waltz away unscathed and retire rich with not a care in the world, noses in the air and brimming with self-satisfaction and confidence in their philosophy. Stern voices protesting the injustice, comments on patriotic blogs like mine on this one, millions of signatures on petitions, hand-made signs held high during parades, earnestly shouted slogans, Gadsen flags, 2nd Amendment banners are all quaint but useless symbols against the armory of the tyranny we face.
And please do not lecture about the “power of the ballot box”. That power is fettered when one empty suit with a goddam law degree after another is enriched by the office until he, too, can retire after having made much heat and no light. Nice work if you can get it.
Unless some action is taken to propel the offices with powers of arrest to make those arrests, then anything we do short of insurrection is mental masturbation. So we are faced with a choice: By strong persuasion make the argument for immediate action, legally and justly. Or read our history and determine the best course.
Either way, but I believe we are quickly running out of time.
Here’s another one that will be ignored.
https://ijr.com/2018/03/1074018-dem-candidate-cut-a-rifle-barrel/
But she’s a girl and a democrat and on the side of the angels.
What if nothing happens??
We willdo what good men have always done. We’ll take care of our families the best that we can and focus on our immediate circle of friends. We’ll put off creating a western version of Syria…..in our own country…..as long as humanly possible. Because a revolution with today’s weapons would be something no man ever wants to see. We will pray that God almighty leads us to the right decisions. And when finally backed into a corner…….we will fight. But that day…….is still a long way off.
There is still a lot of contingency left in the situation. With TRUMP in the White House……this party is just getting started.
Incumbeciles all, Perry.
I think this is exactly what is going to happen. The solution is to appoint about six special prosecutors (one for each Obama crime/scandal, and not the whimpy Ken Starr type but real bulldogs. Because a special prosecutor can actually prosecute someone while all the congressmen in the world cannot and do not. If we fail and i’m sure we will, than when the left gets power again they will double down on their criminal politics.
None of us know to what degree these reprobate sons-of bitches will be pursued or punished but based upon past performance, I’d say that there isn’t a snowball’s chance in Hell that Hillary or Obama, Jarrett, Holder or any of these others who IMHO deserve to have their necks stretched permanently will ever see any justice.
They all beg for it on their knees but it won’t happen.
Sorry but trying to read white on black is extremely tiring for this old man.
That’s a reverse pic of a Beretta 92FS Inox with disfunctional grips.
Stippled or stay home.
Let’s have an (armed) March on Washington! With Rope!
First things first: trade the girly 9mm for anything in .45ACP.
Then, let’s talk.