In Noted In Passing: The All-American Heimatsicherheitsdeinst commenter anon notes, also in passing…
” Take the 50,000 TSA workers and put them on the Mexican border. Let them inspect, care for and control the immigrants.”
Game. Set. Match.
In Noted In Passing: The All-American Heimatsicherheitsdeinst commenter anon notes, also in passing…
” Take the 50,000 TSA workers and put them on the Mexican border. Let them inspect, care for and control the immigrants.”
Game. Set. Match.
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from EAST COKER — Eliot
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
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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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I’m pretty sure that the TSA would screw up the management of immigration too. The ones I’ve met are dickheads beyond compare who simply love to fondle people. If they don’t start out that way they’ll become that way.
I was forced to fly last week and I had a D shaped combination lock that I placed in my luggage with a couple of USB cords to charge my cell phone. I was in a Southern airport and the TSA was all black. They spent 15 minutes looking at the X-ray of the lock and cords and then sent two guys over to frisk me. Playing “stump the dickheads” is fun, except for the fondling part.
I often fly through Spokane, and lately I am getting pulled aside so they can inspect the snacks in my shoulder bag. I thought maybe they were searching for pot edibles, but, no, a baggie full of chocolate covered raisins resemble fissionable material.
TSA is simply a nicely uniformed job for the marginally employable. They vote to keep it,which is the purpose.
Hi, Anon. Spokane: my point of origin for any flight.
Any time in the past three years inspecting my bag of raisins would’ve been a deal-breaker. My health is better, now, and so this first time insult 2 weeks ago went into my life’s book of ignominy without ruining my day.
I get my gear inspected almost every trip. My box of pastels looks a hundred and ten percent like a bomb.
I agree the TSA is past its due date. What makes me even madder is the airlines. The generation of executives now in power have all 9-11 mentalities, and do not remember when fliers could choose from a number of flights and routes: it was a market-oriented environment. Now it’s a goddamned Soviet style business environment. Peanuts, trash-sorting, green preaching, no flights, passenger beatings (although in retrospect that one was pretty entertaining).
Any real business executive would know that it is time to flesh-out the flight choices, compete with prices, and go after the market. It is so ripe. They might start with putting actual fucking gas in their vehicles. The cost savings of that alone would cover the overhead, but the increase in travel would seem like the Midas touch.
Why the hell aren’t I an airline CEO? I tell you what. When you make it to 60, and you’ve been around business and the market for awhile, you begin to see how very small these suits are. I’d give my eye teeth to be in the boardroom at United for just 10 minutes and with the microphone. Oh my God the blood would flow.
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“How to slow and stop the border invasions without machine guns”
WHY?
It’s a invasion in there numbers. Someone(Z) is Financing this, setting up a Logistical Base and providing routing.
That requires Belt Feds and Miniguns.
IMHO