“I’m a full-service presidential candidate!” giggles Andrew Yang Shooting Whipped Cream Into Kneeling Supporters’ Mouths and locking in the Twink vote for 2020.
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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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What is going on in our culture that grown men willingly would kneel in front of another man and allow him to shoot whipped cream in their mouths?
I’m guessing the guy to the left of Yang has already submitted his resignation letter.
At the 20 second mark of this video the campaign organizer informs him that Yang has lost all credibility, as if there was ANY to begin with, and he’s going back to the privacy of the bus to quit this job in a more discreet setting.
These people have the gall to say Trump’s behavior is inappropriate.
Everything about them is disingenuous and rotten to the core.
When does open season start?
Dr. Freud to the white courtesy phone, please.
Nothing weird there at all. No sir.
His manager in the background is like what in the hell?? At least there was one decent and sane guy there.
Who could guess that when Biden threw his hat in the ring he’d automatically be absolved of all past criminal activity?
Further, it the most powerful man on the planet, Trump, is not allowed to investigate the criminal behavior of Biden doesn’t that then make Biden the most powerful man on the planet?
Think, the sheriff arrests Bob for criminal behavior and instead of Bob being hauled off to jail the sheriff spends the rest of his days defending himself.
The entire gov’t has now been turned into one big clown car for the whole world to see. Like everything else they touch the communist democrats have denigrated the entire process to where there will never be recovery. Once trust has been lost it can never be fully regained. In the long view I believe this whole charade will have to crash so that “something” else can start. Maybe a whole lot of little “somethings”. Each state is it’s own country with nothing legal connecting any of them. Eliminate DC and the federal gov’t completely.
I thought the one from South Bend was the one that was gay.
God, that was great. I am sincere when I say that I will miss these lovable lunatics after Trump is re-elected. In part because after his re-election is when I figure some serious 70’s style violence will start up. Informative article about the 70’s here:
Days Of Rage