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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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.
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