THEM: "That's IMPOSSIBLE"
AMERICANS: "Hold my beer"
h/t @ScottAdamsSays pic.twitter.com/RqT1oKt51S
— Jack Murphy đşđ¸ âď¸ (@jackmurphylive) September 23, 2020
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He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliffâs talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrushâand that was all.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
IÂ CELEBRATEÂ 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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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