Message From A Marine Colonel to the NFL and It’s Players
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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
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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.
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
IÂ CELEBRATEÂ 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
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That’s the way to say it. These freaks of nature should be shown the door. For one, I’m done watching pro football until this madness goes away.
Football pros: The first amendment protects you from the wrath of government, but not by any means from the wrath of the millions of veterans, veteran’s families, LEOs, Firemen, etc., who revere the flag and hold it up as a symbol of our best, brightest moments, our core values, and our individual sacrifices for America. Don’t take your bitchy grievance out near us! It wasn’t the American soldiers interred in honored cemeteries in Europe who aggrieved you, when they were giving their last full measure of devotion, being blown apart by artillery, crushed by rubble, killed in vehicular accidents, shot through the lung by high velocity rounds, burned in fires, fell from the sky, or succumbed to disease. But, it is the flag that you disrespect that did comfort them and decorates their resting places. It isn’t about your impoverished souls; it’s about our unity as a nation. Your grievance is petty compared to one 17-year-old soldier killed in Vietnam, or one 20-year-old sailor drowned in the Coral Sea.
I salute the flag at parades, and I stand for the NA even when I’m in private. It’s my flag, my flag etiquette, and my honor to be an American veteran.
Commissioner Goodell: players standing for the NA, and removing their helmets, is NFL policy. THe 1stA don’t come into it. Do your job!
Dear NFL, Those brave American soldiers did not die hoping to listen to your BS. They died in order to insure you a fair trial for your hypocritical treason. No more watching pro football for me this season and the way it’s going, – probably forever.
The NFL can play games with its own rules but that leaves them vulnerable to any player that has been fined to sue the NFL for unequal or non enforcement of the rules. That is exactly how Obama ruled. It also means we need to demand that the NFL lose its 501c3 status and get treated like a business. It also means I demand my local politicians refuse to use taxpayer money to fund anymore stadiums. In the end it is obvious that the post modern culture is disemboweling itself over its fear of losing its super special status to the public. Hollywood, flush twice. Hip hop culture, Molotov it and blame it on the Russians. Piss Christ and dung Madonna artists, choke down your material. PC universities, self fund your propaganda. PBS, fund your own specials. The Only Ones fear that taxpayer because the taxpayer hired Trump and they don’t like the oversight. Post modern is dying because it has no substance, we need to kill it and move on to a renaissance culture.
For nigh on 7 to 8 decades the NFL has had a birdnest on the ground. And now the birds are shitting in their nest. I despise those bastards.I will never pay another dollar to support those prima donnas and their owners.Ditto for the TV. What er are witnessing is self destruction of the National Felon League. Good riddance.
Wake up! Smell the shit? Un-plug the TUBE and and throw the shit out the door. Or, give it to the monkeys. The NFL is only a small part of the stink brothers.
Sigh.
“Its.”
Nailed it, into the wall, with clarity and substance, indyjonesouthere. Hollywood flushed x2 is a good start. The Only Ones fear that taxpayer because the taxpayer hired Trump and they don’t like the oversight. The oversight is grumbling, restive and irritated. There’s rock-solid proof of criminality in the previous administration. Is AG Sessions oblivious, or incompetent? I’m going with neither.
I did not vote for trump and do not like him But I stand 100% behind him on his speech about the NFL . Yes the players as us have the right to freedom of speech as our veterans gave this to them though all the wars to make our country a great one . They could protest another way without disrespecting our flag . If they don’t stand – they should not play . Simple as that . Show respect for our flag. Country veterans and help our children be thankful for the wonderful country we live in . Those who don’t do this should go live elsewhere . 🇺🇸
I used to like the Seattle Seahawks, but after last weekend, I can’t support them. They hid in the locker room during the National Anthem. It used to be harmless entertainment, but now they’ve spoiled it. Screw ’em.
The soundtrack of this letter was a distraction for me. Better than Enya would have been Mansions of the Lord. Or of the Colonel himself, reading the letter.
Those who stood for Flag and Anthem stood in gratitude to country and its defenders.
Those who, in opposition, kneeled, kneeled to self-servitude, to self-debasement, to rejection of all that makes America a magnet for freedom and fairness lovers. Blind to the progress that the nation as a whole has made, blind to their own neglect of their less physically talented brethren, they prefer to kneel, kneeling?, call it what is, groveling in self-righteousness. Pathetic.