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It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood… a beautiful day in the neighborhood….

by Vanderleun on October 16, 2020

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Phil_in_Englewood October 16, 2020, 2:44 PM

Here comes the Biden campaign! There goes the Biden campaign…

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ambiguousfrog October 16, 2020, 3:00 PM

I needed that laugh.

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mmack October 17, 2020, 6:41 AM

If that truck clip isn’t a metaphor for 2020, I don’t know what is.

2020, because dumpster fires are passé

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Jack October 17, 2020, 9:57 AM

“Disaster Pending” vids are my favorites. No political speech, no screams that the world is ending, no Orange Man Bad stuff, no Biden FU’s, no threats to destroy the world, etc.

Just good, old fashioned idiots doing what they do best.

Thanks GVL!

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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg

My head knocks against the stars.
 My feet are on the hilltops.
 My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life. 
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny. 
I have been to hell and back many times.
 I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God. 
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible. 
I know the passionate seizure of beauty 
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive  in the universe.

Take It Where You Find It

Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it

Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child

Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it

[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America

And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream

Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it

[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over

I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light