“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
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
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
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
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.
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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.