I tried, I really did. “ Intellectual Frog Legs”. Sounds as if their as serious about the subject matter, as I am of the stupidity of the title.
Friends you can watch this crap day in, day out, not a fucking things going to change. Those tough men “ talking “ telling YOU/ME to physically remove em, all from the safety of their pulpit. Grrrrrr.
Same as it ever was, Same as it ever was. Sooooooooo WRSA, or American Partisan-ish. Talk louder ladies, talk bolder ladies, cuzzzz your fucking cowards.
Boys and girls, that the problem these fuckers want to direct you to get dirty, while they act as the Dallas cowboy cheer leaders. I don’t need to suggest to you that you go punch the local communist school board chair in the nose,
Na I expect you to just do it, then shut the fuck up. Actions have consequences, understand you do the crime, yo just might have to do the time. First rule of right club, don’t talk about fight club,,,shut your pie hole. Deny everything,,,,,, demand proof,,,,,,,and after five years negotiate a deal.
Bottom line, alibi’s lots of em are your friends.
Dang it I’m black pilled again.
Off to the high mountains, I’ve found a creek with five/six amazing beaver ponds, I’m going to spend time investigations with a bitchen vintage bamboo fly rod. Hoping matching the hatch isn’t an issue. Ain’t nothing hatching now. Maybe a spinning rod with big ol worms might be the ticket.
T’ain’t nuttn wrong with talking the talk but I suspect we’ve waited too long to walk the walk.
Yep I’m pretty much black pilled too though I’ve still a slight glimmer of hope, though I do fear the light far down the tunnel is a express train.
VanderleunDecember 5, 2021, 2:05 PM
Sonnet 19: When I consider how my light is spent
BY JOHN MILTON
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
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Green Pants Interior by Klahn
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.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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Gerard, Thank you. Possibly the most enjoyable video in the last year. My wife and I will be watching it again.
Inspiring video. Upbeat and entertaining as only Joe Dan can produce.
I tried, I really did. “ Intellectual Frog Legs”. Sounds as if their as serious about the subject matter, as I am of the stupidity of the title.
Friends you can watch this crap day in, day out, not a fucking things going to change. Those tough men “ talking “ telling YOU/ME to physically remove em, all from the safety of their pulpit. Grrrrrr.
Same as it ever was, Same as it ever was. Sooooooooo WRSA, or American Partisan-ish. Talk louder ladies, talk bolder ladies, cuzzzz your fucking cowards.
Boys and girls, that the problem these fuckers want to direct you to get dirty, while they act as the Dallas cowboy cheer leaders. I don’t need to suggest to you that you go punch the local communist school board chair in the nose,
Na I expect you to just do it, then shut the fuck up. Actions have consequences, understand you do the crime, yo just might have to do the time. First rule of right club, don’t talk about fight club,,,shut your pie hole. Deny everything,,,,,, demand proof,,,,,,,and after five years negotiate a deal.
Bottom line, alibi’s lots of em are your friends.
Dang it I’m black pilled again.
Off to the high mountains, I’ve found a creek with five/six amazing beaver ponds, I’m going to spend time investigations with a bitchen vintage bamboo fly rod. Hoping matching the hatch isn’t an issue. Ain’t nothing hatching now. Maybe a spinning rod with big ol worms might be the ticket.
Snow arrives up high this Wed.
T’ain’t nuttn wrong with talking the talk but I suspect we’ve waited too long to walk the walk.
Yep I’m pretty much black pilled too though I’ve still a slight glimmer of hope, though I do fear the light far down the tunnel is a express train.
Sonnet 19: When I consider how my light is spent
BY JOHN MILTON
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
James, all that’s left IS, “Walking The Walk”. Pretty clear we’ve talked em into submission, No?
Dirk
Act up.
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