Because you just don’t get it. Trump isn’t the true new age, Trump is the very last chance you are going to get to play nice and behave like an American. He’s the last chance of the old world.
Sabotage Trump and find out what coarse dreams we have inside us.
I confess to indulging in violent and murderous SJW killing fantasies.
VanderleunDecember 30, 2017, 6:01 PM
“And if my thought dreams could be seen, they’d probably put my head in a guillotine.” — Dylan
ghostsniperDecember 31, 2017, 5:02 AM
Other than riling my ire now and then, they have no effect on me.
As Remus often says, “Avoid crowds.”, and metropolises in general, and therefore avoid the idiots.
soapweedDecember 31, 2017, 9:39 PM
gs: your words hold absolute truth. PS won’t catch the flu from the idiots either. soapweed
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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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.
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I defy you to watch that clip and not smile, I don’t care how many times you’ve seen (or lived) it. Way to rock out the First Year of Trump.
Love it all.
Trump: How did this happen? (continued)
Because you just don’t get it. Trump isn’t the true new age, Trump is the very last chance you are going to get to play nice and behave like an American. He’s the last chance of the old world.
Sabotage Trump and find out what coarse dreams we have inside us.
John The River – Nicely said.
I confess to indulging in violent and murderous SJW killing fantasies.
“And if my thought dreams could be seen, they’d probably put my head in a guillotine.” — Dylan
Other than riling my ire now and then, they have no effect on me.
As Remus often says, “Avoid crowds.”, and metropolises in general, and therefore avoid the idiots.
gs: your words hold absolute truth. PS won’t catch the flu from the idiots either. soapweed