At Least My Generation Will Have Our Revenge On The Millennials – Millennials are the spawn we deserve – annoying, posturing, and frequently pierced. They are utterly convinced of their own moral superiority, and yet they don’t even believe in morals. Well, that’s not quite true – they just confuse morals with the increasingly bizarre patchwork of taboos and fetishes of the social justice weirdos they use as their moral compasses. When you ask people, “What’s the world’s biggest problem,” and they answer, “The structural paradigm imposed by cisgender Western males,” and you reply, “How about, I dunno, ISIS?” and they answer “Well, who are we to judge their culture?” it’s slappin’ time.
Ex Post Facto Morality | We judge yesterday by the rules of today. That’s why Robert E. Lee became evil about a year ago. But tomorrow will have new mores again, so perhaps the general will reform his conduct going forward.
“Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to
carry this message to others, and to practice these principles in all our
affairs.”
Speaking of yesterday’s infractions being re-adjudicated, a la the Confederacy, I am interested in how yesterday’s heroics will be refined in the fires of cultural liberality. Take the Wild West. Please. It is a world-renowned and epic myth: the great American frontier and the men and women who forged it.
Not anymore. 98% of today’s school children, who inhabit the coastal enclaves, probably have little to no interest in the Wild West. For one thing, it is a morality story. It’s a story of winning. Rugged, heroic independence. Living by the Code of the West.
Who am I kidding? Only myself. The era of the Old West is mostly gone, and I’m not talking about land. It’s in the hearts and minds where the Code is lost. Now, the story of Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, somewhat miraculously pictured above, is not a pretty one. It is romantic, and larger than life. Any faults in their behavior are such because we know what right behavior is. Today, you’re a total dumbass if you stand on “right.” What’s right is what’s in the intentions and tastes of the individual.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
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
Rare Photograph of Billy the Kid Found at Flea Market 
Gerard Van der Leun
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Speaking of yesterday’s infractions being re-adjudicated, a la the Confederacy, I am interested in how yesterday’s heroics will be refined in the fires of cultural liberality. Take the Wild West. Please. It is a world-renowned and epic myth: the great American frontier and the men and women who forged it.
Not anymore. 98% of today’s school children, who inhabit the coastal enclaves, probably have little to no interest in the Wild West. For one thing, it is a morality story. It’s a story of winning. Rugged, heroic independence. Living by the Code of the West.
Who am I kidding? Only myself. The era of the Old West is mostly gone, and I’m not talking about land. It’s in the hearts and minds where the Code is lost. Now, the story of Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, somewhat miraculously pictured above, is not a pretty one. It is romantic, and larger than life. Any faults in their behavior are such because we know what right behavior is. Today, you’re a total dumbass if you stand on “right.” What’s right is what’s in the intentions and tastes of the individual.
Deal me out.