THEM: "That's IMPOSSIBLE"
AMERICANS: "Hold my beer"
h/t @ScottAdamsSays pic.twitter.com/RqT1oKt51S
— Jack Murphy 🇺🇸 ⚔️ (@jackmurphylive) September 23, 2020
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Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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.
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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That the great Republic of the United States of America will still be here after November?
It just might be possible.
Look, the dood wrote a book, “The Art of the Deal”.
Not, “Deal”.
But, “The Art of the”.
Anybody can make a deal with anybody else as long as the everybody else is an idiot.
Most people ain’t idiots and are wary.
That’s where “The Art” part comes in.
Most people don’t know much about “The Art”.
Most people are wary of “Deals” because they are inexperienced or have been burned by shysters.
The “Art” part of the “Deal” is where all participants believe they have won.
That means rethinking the meaning of the word “compromise”.
It doesn’t mean losing.
It means winning but on adjusted terms.
In the past Gerard made a post titles “Just Enough” and that’s what’s being said here.
You don’t get everything you want out of any given deal, but just enough, to make it your worthwhile.
It’s up to you what just enough means.
Above, all the people Trump made deals with believed they got just enough.
Communists don’t want just enough, they want it all, and you don’t matter.
As it plays out, they will get nothing.
Or, something they hadn’t planned for.
After being lectured for 8 long years by Jug Ears Barack the Magic Negro how bad America was, how unjust America was, how we as Americans did not deserve a high standard of living or jobs. America’s days of greatness were over and we had better get used to it. Mr. I,Me,My told us in every single lecture. I felt hate from that president. Hate down to the core of my being. Then comes candidate Trump who tells us how much he loves us. How America has been cheated by the demorats and he wants us to be great again because he knows America is the most special place in the world. His speeches are always about Americans and how good people are. You rarely hear I, Me or My in his speeches. This why people flock to a leader who loves his country. President Trump’s actions and words match.
Does anyone know what the backing soundtrack music is from?
The Trump campaign should run this on TV.
I lost the sound in that vid but I’ll nod along with KC. Very good points and I hate that bastard, too. He, like his father I would wager, is beyond any redemption.
If the Globalist Left could back off on the fomenting a race war and flooding us with immigrants we could probably get something done in the US. But then again, that’s the point, isn’t it.
Finally hit me; the music is from X-Men: First Class. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWffS74aXBU