Joe Biden: I propose…. blather!
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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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Pathetic. And he’s the best the democrats have.
“I’m tired. Can I go home now?”
“You can do it, Joe. Just hang in there.”
“Where? Where do I hang the wash? On the line? One toke over the line, Sittin’ downtown in a… What am I sittin’ downtown in?… Ohhhhhhhh, sittin’ on the dock of the bay…. somebody bet on de bay. Who bet on de bay, pony soldier in the rain Jacky Gleason and away we go… Say, I gotta go.”
“Easy, Joe. Easy does it.”
“Easy. Silver. Hi yo Silver, away down upon the Suwannee River, far…. How far? As far as I can tell, William Tell shot an apple right off his son’s head. Say, what’s head cheese, anyway?”
“Let’s take a break, Joe. How about some pie….”
“American pie got my Chevy on the levee… Hey, I know a guy named Levy. He was either a lawyer or a pair of jeans Simmons or Gene Simmons lot of hair over there and we won’t come back till it’s over the rainbow way up high neighbor, won’t you be mine…. All’s I need now is a powerful gasoline, a clean windshield, and a shoe shine on harvest moon up in the sky I ain’t had no lovin’ spoonful summer in the city my neck is gritty dum de dum de dom de dum isn’t it a pity patty I see a putty tat. I did. I did see a putty tat.”
“And now, President Biden will take the oath of office. Place your left hand on the Bible…No, not in your pants, Sir.”
“I gotcher Bible right here… I think I got it. Yeah, there it is. Thar it is. The White Whale!”
“Now repeat after me.”
“No, you repeat after Me! Apple Core.”
“Baltimore.”
“Who’s your friend?”
“Me.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ds3juU94LsY
Typical Democrat candidate, reaching the existential core of their ideas minus the layers of BS.
This is why the dems don’t want debates.
And this why I am so eager to see the debates!
Trump should run circles around the old dolt.
Maybe he’s playing possum.
Wow. He’s obviously going to crush Donald Trump, the incumbent. Uh, huh.
Putin, Lil’ Kim and what’s his name, the head Chink, are licking their chops over the thought of what they’re gonna be able to do to this guy if he gets selected.
The question that should be the hot topic of conversation is this: what group of people, what kind of organization (political party), what are the moral values at play here when some one like this is put forward as a candidate? Why are they (democrats) doing this–surely their leadership is smart enough t0 see how incapable their candidate has become. What’s really going on here? Do you really think they are running this hoax in order to attract the feminist voter who believes that they will finally get a female in the oval office, because their candidate will collapse soon after the swearing in ceremony? I don’t think so–they can’t be this stupid. SOMETHING ELSE IS GOING ON.
Anne,
I get what you are saying and perhaps this is an answer.
I tend to think that TPTB are working toward a Trump reelection and then, the economy tanks, more problems with the virus, racial unrest continues and escalates and all of it will be sold as Trump’s fault. That is the narrative.
Or, they are truly going to win by hook or by crook and then install sleepy along with a feminist-Marxist who will take the reins of power shortly after.
Either way I do sense there is more at play here, like a push for a global currency, because central banks have failed and money is dirty – spreads disease, and again, all of it will be blamed on Trump.
If the dems win we will go full-on commie and China will likely own us. If Trump wins the dems won’t just say, shucks we lost. Let’s go home. No. they will continue this shit-show of destroy everything that stands for the system. Their aim is to grab power one way or another.