“I Take Responsibility”
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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
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
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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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virtue diarrheists, all.
They’re a disgusting lot.
lol
Cellphone video editing app.
As well they should. Systemic dysfunction in the black community is entirely the fault of people like these. Especially the trannies! If only they had a higher opinion of negroes all this trouble would just go away. Good to see they’re finally stepping up to the plate. Now everyone can stop blaming me. Utopia is just around the corner!
JWM
White privilege in a nutshell: being held responsible for the actions of your ancestors by people who take no responsibility for the actions of their children.
Whenever I see these fake sincerity apologies I am reminded of this scene:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZH8RXKLFZ6w
These people are the reason the Lord created the middle finger.
That was freakin’ hilarious. Love the Megan (Meghan? Aw,who cares) and Harry “They’re called Underpants!”. OJ demanding JAIL time for us racists?? Bruce/Caitlyn mouthing anything is too horrible to watch.
Well done, Mr Dunnigan.
Where can I get a pair of those comedy eyeglasses that sad girl is wearing? It’s a girl,right?
Good stuff. Well done mockery is a thing of beauty.
I can’t view this post on Instagram. I am somewhat bummed about this, but I’ll get over it.
Why yes, I take responsibility
for my actions.
I suspect most posting here take responsibility
for their individual actions.
If those witless woke whiners want to take responsibility for actions of the long dead instead, and the actions of others that exist only in their heads, regarding such I’m done with awe, anger amazement and incredulity.
All I’ve got left is laughter and I’m down with that.
You gotta love the white appropriation that blacks enjoy every day. Football and basketball were games originally played by whites….each appropriated and dominated by the NAPA. Straight hair, convertible 2 seat sports cars and SUVs, Jeeps and pickup trucks, same thing. Bow hunting, bass boats, going to the beach to work on a suntan, fraternities and sororities….(one I never understood), all appropriated by blacks.
So far I’ve not seen much black interest in water or snow skiing, yachting, flying sport aircraft, badminton or trap and skeet shooting but I’m sure those white activities will be appropriated sometime in the near future but I embrace high hope that in the interim they’ll bring back and popularize the game of lawn darts.
They appropriate whitey’s ways and in feeble attempts to be original and have a truly black thing they have kwanza, juneteenth and the big shiny rims that jack their cheap, highly polished street rides off of the pavement and additional 12″ or so but those things aren’t popular or even really commented upon by whitey so their existence as a black thing is only so-so within the community.
But, with all of that going on in their attempts to be like whitey, I’m curious why they don’t appropriate the whitey’s views on having too many illegitimate children, making baby-daddies come to the lick-log and be financially and socially responsible for their illegitimates, living for multiple generations on welfare and other government handouts, developing a desire to obtain solid educations and obtaining technical or professional degrees so they can escape the poverty of ‘da hoodt’, reducing levels of domestic violence, violent crime, drug trafficking, black gangs and all of the other far more visible attributes of the black community that don’t exist in any in great degree within white society.
Nah, I don’t take any responsibility for any of their problems. Screw ’em and everything about them.
They’re the common denominator to every single problem they have and the sad, sad thing is that they refuse to see themselves, individually and collectively, as such. It’s always “gimme dis or gimme dat”, whitey’s a racist, I need someone to help me along…….yada, yada, fucking yada.
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At times like this I want to thank Margaret Sanger for trying.