A tour of Maxine Waters’ DUMP District 43
A view of Maxine Waters home just outside of District 43
A view of a home in Maxine Waters’ District 43:
Maxine Waters and District 43:
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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I don’t think that video tour is her district. What you’re seeing is just East of downtown, somewhat North of hers. Her district is bad, no question, and it doesn’t change her hypocrisy, but what’s in the video is not within her district on your map.
Slaves prefer massah’s that look like them.
I think we are seeing the beginning of change. I date quite a bit and prefer African American women. I can tell you out of the last dozen or so that I have seen that exactly one was a fervent Democrat. The rest were conservative or middle of the road. All except the one felt like the dems had been screwing them for the last 30 years. I think we will see a preference cascade in the near future with regards to AA and the republicans.
Chris,
You need a larger sample size. I’ve dated a few black gals in my younger days. Keep sampling!
Oh I am. It’s a cliche to say but Darin a white woman now would be like dating my sister. Black women don’t seem to have been infected by feminism as badly as white women. They still want a gentleman, they want a difference between the sexes. And they every last one of them still seems to enjoy sex. I think you are going to see many more guys going down the same road I am.
Thomas Sowell said it best: If the Democrats did what they said they were going to do, they would become irrelevant!
It’s a fairly recent thing that black women would openly date white men–unless, of course, he were a very powerful guy like DeNiro.
But nowadays, with many of the top of the line black guys grabbed by white girls, intelligent, talented black women have to go slumming with white dudes–and suffer the “traitor” insults from black men who would grab a white girl in an instant.
How does she get away with living outside of the district she represents?
Simple.
If anyone calls her on it she yells
RACIST
RACIST
The Hood is not her friend. Born and raised there when it was nice, not so much anymore Max.
I wonder what her net worth was when she first entered politics, and how much of her current net worth comes/came from Soros?
Someone a ways back listed how many members of Congress became millionaires – multi-millionaires – during their time in office. I didn’t know until recently that it is entirely legal for them to use insider information to enrich themselves (even cynics can be ignorant). You know – the kind of thing they tried to hang Martha Stewart with, but could only prove that she had lied to them, _once_.
I don’t especially care for Stewart, but NONE of us should be subject to being charged for lying to a federal agent/agency until EVERY politician and bureaucrat are made subject to the same laws as us.
Back when I was a young man and I graduated from the San Diego Police Department academy, we were taught that we would be held to a higher standard of honesty, integrity, and behavior than the citizens we were hired to protect and serve. Those of us who honored our oath refused to ticket or arrest for violations that we were guilty of ourselves (and no, I didn’t smoke grass or use any drugs).
This two-tiered “justice” system is a vile cancer upon our nation.