From the debate you didn’t know was happening, to non-binary haircuts, to AOC’s drag queening, to the gay Spiderman (It’s from a radioactive bite, remember?) Mark Dice mocks it so you don’t have to.
From the debate you didn’t know was happening, to non-binary haircuts, to AOC’s drag queening, to the gay Spiderman (It’s from a radioactive bite, remember?) Mark Dice mocks it so you don’t have to.
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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
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Take It Where You Find It
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
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Now I shall display my Boomerist, old-farted, and tragically unhip (not to mention PHOBIC) esthetics. In what universe does stretching your earlobes out so far you could pass a quarter through the hole make you more attractive? Does anyone look at an old photo of Sophia Loren, and think, “Gee. If only she had some gauges, and a facial tatt…” Maybe the Ubangi thought it was cool.
JWM
Gay doctors….uh, no thanks.
I had a pretty great doc until recently when he decided he’d had enough of the ‘system’ and went to work for an insurance giant’s medical advisory staff. No more patients, no more exposure to every friggin’ ailment, regular hours and lots of perks. Great guy and he’ll do fine.
So, the Medical Group I frequent decided to assign another doctor to me without giving me an opportunity to make a selection based upon my review of their staff and their creds. I was assigned to some black woman who was raised locally and attended State funded universities and sure as shootin’ she has one of those black mammy make up names that no one else has or can even pronounce.
Being an older chap and knowing how hands wash each other here in the Deep South, I wasn’t about to permit some gal who grew up on Affirmative Action and Headt Start to fiddle with my 70 year old male self. Ain’t happening.
So, gay folk are underrepresented as physicians? Maybe if the overall population is 25% LGBTQWERTY, but I think we all know that percentage is much closer to 2.5%. Hell, my pediatrician as a child was a wonderful, sweet, equestrienne who got un-closeted when her lover murdered her, with all the attendant juicy details spilling into the papers. She was the first, but hardly the last gay medico I’ve known over the years.
Gay doctors….uh, no thanks.
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How would you know?
IOW, how would you know the dood that’s palpitating the lump on the side of your neck wasn’t palpitating another demented doods greased up anus 8 hours prior?
Another mental image for you to dally with.
If the doc DID lay pipe with it’s “lovah” the night before is there any amount of hand washing it could do to make you comfortable with it handling on you?
Let’s go ahead and get down to the nitty gritty. Back in the early 80’s co-workers and I would converse about the onset of the AIDs virus and the idea that using a tissue paper thin sheath of latex is all that is between you and a deadly disease. Knowing that body fluids are not limited to the immediate working parts of the genitalia we all agreed that using a condom to have “safe sex” was like putting a band aid on a broken back. Not even close to being sufficient. I don’t want to be within a mile of anyone that dabbles in septic systems. The very thought is almost more than I can bear.
If anybody had any doubt that America was in terminal decline, they just need to consider that we have elected Carmen Miranda to the U.S. House of Representatives.
Ghost said “greased up anus”. JAJAJJAJAAA!!!! My wife, from another room, wants to know what is causing me convulsions of laughter. Not sure I am going to tell her. Maybe just say I remembered an old joke.
Non-binary? FFS. The poor “it” is starving for attention. Cannot get a haircut….20 years ago I went to a Superchop and asked for a #2 around the side and a #4 over the top. Gal said “Your hair is too thin for that”. I stepped out of that chair and drove to the WalMarts. Bought an Industrial Grade Wahls hair cutting kit and have been cutting my own hair since.
Carmen Miranda had more dignity.
My list of doctors reads like the UN; so many nationalities and they are all excellent. I could care less about their sexuality, name, or skin color, nor do I worry about my co-workers’ sexuality and bedroom practices. My all time favorite doctor, an ophthalmologist, who graduated top of her class from a world renowned teaching hospital, saved my 11-yr-olds life during a routine eye exam by discovering that her optic nerves were “a little fuzzy”. Two major skull surgeries later, she was still with us, and today is 30-yrs-old. If it hadn’t been caught on that day in April, my daughter would have been dead or a vegetable by August from a massive brain bleed. This doctor is black and I could care less about her black hands that touched my daughter. I thank God for her. He used her black ass to save my baby.
While in the hospital recovering from the first surgery, my daughter had a very swishy, effeminate, male night nurse. She needed help getting onto the commode chair, because her eyes were swollen shut and she had a bunch of tubes and monitors, and I couldn’t lift her in and out of bed. He asked if we were comfortable with him assisting her. He had the most gentle and compassionate manner of any nurse I have ever seen; a total professional and a very nice change from the other heartless Nurse Rached’s we encountered. Don’t let your prejudices keep you from getting good health care. It literally could be a life or death decision.
Thank you Annie for that breath of sanity and compassion. You are correct and fortunate to have fine care givers and doctors. I toopretty much take people as they come and as they are, as humans.