Here comes the Biden campaign! There goes the Biden campaign…
ambiguousfrogOctober 16, 2020, 3:00 PM
I needed that laugh.
mmackOctober 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
JackOctober 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.
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 cliff’s 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 underbrush–and that was all.
NEW Real World Address for Complaints, Brickbats, and Donations
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
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
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
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Here comes the Biden campaign! There goes the Biden campaign…
I needed that laugh.
If that truck clip isn’t a metaphor for 2020, I don’t know what is.
2020, because dumpster fires are passé
“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!