Lots can happen in a year… pic.twitter.com/MJQw9uUnQI
— James Woods (@RealJamesWoods) October 19, 2017
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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
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
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.
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Totally beguiled, I watch again and again. I cannot look away from this train wreck, this final humiliation. Are those those the dulcet strains of Pit Bull I hear? So awkward, yet so fascinating.
That is just painful to watch.
I didn’t like Meghan Kelly, and I thought she overstepped the bounds when she asked that attempted “gotcha!” question during the Presidential Debate. When now-President Trump instantly whiplashed that underhanded attack back in her face with his “only Rosie O’Donnell” quip, I stood and applauded (along with most of the audience!)
It wasn’t her place to try and influence the election, she was supposed to be an evenhanded journalist asking hard questions, not “gotchas” meant to disqualify one of the candidates and glorify herself. She risked her reputation but lost her bet. If she had then apologised and shown repentance, I would (eventually) have forgiven her. Instead, she doubled down (now let me see, where have I heard that “SJWs Always Double Down?”- Oh, that’s right, I’m reading it now.)
Still, this is just unbearable to watch. Megyn Kelly has gone from an attractive woman on the top of her game to a self-humiliating shadow of her former self. Now I pity her, for she is entirely beaten.
It would have been better for her to have simply retired. At least some people could then remember her as she once was.
Television. A black hole on a stand that remains silent throughout the day. For very good reasons.
Kelley does have a nice rump
In the end she did it for money, enough money to carry her quite a long ways…
especially combined with an occasional check for ‘product endorsement’; “Today only, FREE with your jar of beauty cream. A gold plated turnip twatter!”.
The woman America loves to hate? (pick a side! ANY side! 😀 )
A FoxBomb sent to implode a bitter rival? (not holding my breath for a return)
NBC’s sneaky bid to capture Dancing With The Stars from… that other network? (what? it’s all crap; sue me for not knowing 😉
…
In the end, she’s laughing all the way to the bank, NBC-notes billowing behind her down 5th Ave. NYC’s version of a trickle down economy. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person/network *devilish grin*
I’d rather watch Whoopi Goldberg eat a jar of peanut butter naked that watch Megyn dance.
I used to like her but I think she’s backed off on her meds and it shows. I don’t like to objectify women but she should just work on being hot and maybe next time do a little pole dance for us.
She is crying all the way to the bank.
I think the term is “Slow Motion Train Wreck”.
Couldn’t have happened to a nicer bint.
Let’s have a rousing rendition of Austin Cunningham’s ‘girls of fox news’…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNj0T4uK3lE