Scott Adams: The Enemy of the People Trying to Kill Tucker Carlson’s Family
What needs to happen at the New York Times:
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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
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
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This is them practicing the “new civility, or “going high when we go low” or any variation of their bullshit they spew that keeps their idiot voters thinking how righteous they are.
Tucker should reveal their names and addresses. No more of this “We’re better than that” bullshit.
Game Theory, Tit-fo-Tat: Bad Actors will continue to act badly until they get a taste of their own medicine. I don’t want these rules, but I’ll be goddamned if I let them play by one set of rules while they inflict another on me.
War to the knife, knife to the hilt.
That certainly sounded like a promise to me.
Can anyone here, or over at any other site, do a search for the addresses of the photographer and reporter now assigned to Tucker’s family? Can WE HELP by publishing their addresses?
I despise, detest, and distrust the NYT, and its little dog WaPoo, too!
butch sed: “Tucker should reveal their names and addresses.”
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Yes, cuck style.
Or he could summons a pair and confront the shitstain forthright and goad him into taking a swing.
It seems numerous fans have already doxxed the NYT reporter. MOAR! PLEASE!
They can always get another job.
Fuck up their dental records and they won’t work, or eat solid food, for months.
The picture with caption “what needs to happen at the NYT” would indicate that someone inside the NYT would start that fire. I believe that would be highly unlikely. NYT has for a very long time been far left of any reasonable expectation of journalistic integrity.
Doxxing NYT reporters, editors and photographers would be far more effective and realistic….and well deserved. Bringing things to the next level might include things like splashing accelerant on the hair and clothes of traitorous agents of the Gray Lady. Follow on actions from that point are largely in the hands of the NYT staff.
It would be a shame if that gorgeous head of hair were to catch fire. Or, Lovely designer outfit there. It would be a terrible thing if it caught on fire.
Anne,
http://www.murraycarpenter.com/about–contact.html
Belfast, Maine is a sleepy little seaport town along Hwy #1 – https://cityofbelfast.org
Shouldn’t be too hard to find the little cretin.
“Fuck up their dental records and they won’t work, or eat solid food, for months.”
Or, for the females, create phony birth certificates for their non-existent children. Inform authorities that children seen to have “disappeared.” Notify friendly media of “missing” children.
Don’t expend much expense or energy. A single .22 LR no noise round from a tiny North American Arms in the temple would do all that is needed and would not even likely be heard.
Jack sed: “….22 LR no noise round…”
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You can get Fram oil filters at Walmart for about 7 bux.
That, and a roll of blue tape, and you’re in bidnit.
Quite a few over at Gab have already dox’d not only that little prick but his wymon photographer and a shitload of NYT editors as well.
What fucking goes around…
Or we could test things by doxxing the self-righteous “reporter” who called the WH Press Secretary a “lying b!tch” earlier this week on-camera and with full sound. Haven’t heard any follow-up to that, have we? They’ll only learn once a few have been bloodied…