What was that?
An avalanche but it’s controlled.
Is it safe?
Sure. They know what they are doing . . .
What was that?
An avalanche but it’s controlled.
Is it safe?
Sure. They know what they are doing . . .
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Then what is the answer?– Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
and their tyrants come, many times before.
When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose
the least ugly faction; these evils are essential.
To keep one’s own integrity, be merciful and uncorrupted
and not wish for evil; and not be duped
By dreams of universal justice or happiness. These dreams will
not be fulfilled.
To know this, and know that however ugly the parts appear
the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand
Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars
and his history… for contemplation or in fact…
Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness,
the greatest beauty is
Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty
of the universe. Love that, not man
Apart from that, or else you will share man’s pitiful confusions,
or drown in despair when his days darken.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
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In 2001 the curriculum for the study of ethics at Seattle University, a Jesuit University, was changed forever. From that year forward the system of evaluation to determine ethics was changed forever. No more would students be taught ethics in the according to the guidelines taught to our founders– the process of ethical evaluation and moral standards from that day forward has been changed forever. ALL students graduating from Seattle University and all other Jesuit Universities would be taught ethics according to the guidelines of LIBERATION THEOLOGY. The system of ethical evaluations put into place by communist priests working deep in the heart of South America.
Then last year in 2021 a new president for Seattle University was selected, Eduardo Penalver is well known for his work on the RE-DISTRIBUTION OF LAND. You can read about him here:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eduardo_Peñalver
President Penalver does not believe there can be a just and liberated USA until the ownership of land has been transmitted to others.
He has written numerous articles about “land” and “ownership”. You will have to do a deep search to find the articles that propose land distribution, but you can start with this article:
https://scholarship.law.cornell.edu/lsrp_papers/104/ He is a communist having followed the academic footsteps of Bill and Hillary at OXFORD. Be afraid–Be very Afraid!
Liberation Theology is a Pit and Pendulum offence where I come from (Population 1, so YMMV).
That Being Said… Do you seriously think that the vast Latifundia holdings of Bill Gates or Bezos or a Pelosi or a Larry Fink ought be sacrosanct?
Who? Whom? Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper.
The same is taking place with Critical Theory. Insert “Race,” or “Art”. It’s Communism.
Based Dot Indian very, very carefully speaks truth about Power to visibly cuckolded White Soymale:
https://t.me/charlemagne3/1183
Warms the cockles of me heart it does and has me thinking uncharacteristically positive thoughts about the head-wiggling wegetarians. But how sad it is that we must all creep around with our heads down and eyes averted.
They’re having a rough day in the Australian stock market right now. And the stupid upside-down @#$%ers (who sit upon massive coal and uranium reserves) are heading into a self-inflicted winter of energy shortages because Gaia. All they need to do to complete the trifecta is get involved in a war with China to save the Taiwanese for the Rainbow Flag and Drag Queen Story Hour. Betcha they do, too.
The controlled demolition of Western Civ will go OOC (out of control) by the fall.
The best and brightest are anything but and reality is not negotiable.
Look for it to get sporky when the EBT cards fail and the shelves are emptied at every world bazaar consumerist temple in a matter of hours.
“It’s controlled.” Yeah… right. I live about 35 miles west of the “controlled burn” that has toasted about a million acres of northern New Mexico. There’s over a thousand homes destroyed and generations of mostly hispanic landowners permanently displaced… refugees fleeing what the US forest “service” caused. Biden flew in the other day to talk about how further “help” is on the way. What I find surreal are the many hand painted signs in folks’ yards proclaiming “Thank you Forest Service.” To the gummint it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. As the fish go belly up their last gasp is, “Thank you.”
Tom,
The family cabin, in the Sapello Creek valley, burned in that fire. We all pitched in to build it back in the 1960s. There was a stove that burned wood and had electricity. The Franklin stove we used for heat at the beginning was “mine.” Meals were cooked on it also. My grandmother and aunt knew how to do that. My brother is 66; I don’t know if he will rebuild. If he does, I will make the 500 mile drive a few times to help.
Did you spot the Father running and abandoning his wife and children. Leaving the Mother to save the children.
Yes, and for me it was the most apparent thing in the clip and I imagine it’s the very same thing they feel and how they would react in real life.
Children; I hate the thought of them being harmed but may the good times roll over their sires and dames. Bury them in ice and rubble so deep and thick they would never be located.
Not only that, but he grabbed onto another hoon.
Who does shit like that?
I’ll tell you who.
A lifelong stupid motherfucker that saw that wall of snow coming and stood there with both thumbs imbedded in his ass to the last second and then bolts leaving his fambly behind.
Then, minutes later, amazingly enough, they sit back down, her across from him, oblivious to what he just did to her and the kids. They deserve each other. Oh well, maybe he brings her a nice paycheck every friday.
With the fast approaching global financial avalanche approaching people like that will go down in the first wave and the remainers will be that much better off. For every winner there has to be at least one loser.
That’s the whole point of the scene. This is a movie, and the plot concerns how the father rebuilds the relationship with his family after he abandoned them.
As such, I give it two thumbs up. But I bet he’d do it again if the opportunity arose.
saving himself. Fucking looser piece of shit
I get the drama, but must inform you that avalanches go down. I’ve been there. I watched the entire snow cover on the NE face of Mt Foraker, Alaska, crack off and descend to the base, and it was 4 times the size of this films’ pooty ‘lanche. I was a half mile away, and encamped directly in the runout, except I was just in absolute awe and I knew it wasn’t going to roll sideways a half mile.
I never went to the Himalayas, but the old timers tell me to double what I saw.
You cannot grab someone to save them in an avalanche. Also, death by avalanche is highly underrated.
Instinct tells you to run, but it should also tell you to grab your child. Something else tells you to abandon your child and throw the guy in front of you out of the way. That guy is either a coward or susceptible to blind panic. Either way it’s no way for a man to go through life.
The cougar in black wearing sunglasses got up and left as soon a someone said ‘they know what they are doing’. I bet she works for the government.
From IMDB https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2121382/
Force Majeure 2014 R 2h
The film tells the story of a Swedish family vacationing in the French Alps. One day, during lunch at a beautiful mountainside restaurant, the family is hit by an avalanche, along with other restaurant customers. Everyone is safe but it becomes apparent to the wife, Ebba (Kongsli), that her husband, Tomas (Kuhnke), had fled the scene by himself; leaving the family to fend for themselves. This really bothers Ebba, who proceeds to harass Tomas about it, for the rest of their ski trip. Tomas tries to deny his cowardly actions ever took place, as he lets the event eat him up inside.
The movie kind of deals with everyone’s worst fears; ‘how would you react in a traumatic life threatening situation?’, ‘would you be the heroic person you would want to be?’. These are fears that have haunted me, at times. I think I’d be brave, and do the right thing, but no one really knows for sure; until they’re in that situation. The film is pretty insightful in that way and it’s also very disturbing. The harassment, from the wife, makes the film feel very disheartening. There is a twist ending, as well, that provides a little more emotional satisfaction for everyone. It’s a well made drama film, but pretty hard to sit through.
The power of a passing snow pile is hard to imagine unless you seen it.
I was down on the Kenai Peninsula, hung a right heading toward Hope. Driving through a valley twix two not so tall ridges. An avalanche had dropped snow to the right of the road, little or none made it across to the left side. However the wind pushed ahead of that fast moving snow pile broke most of the trees 40, 50 yards up the slope on the left side of the road.
I learned about the power of avalanches when I was hanging out in Toulumne Meadows and climbing, and one day we went over to Tenaya Lake and paddled around. That previous winter an avalanche had come down the steep slopes southeast of the Lake. I think it was the high snow year of 1982-83, an El Niño year. So for some reason we went over to the avalanche runout zone. It was very impracticable to walk through, giant tree trunks were splintered like matchsticks, there were sharp splinters everywhere, a pixie stick pile of trees for several hundred yards.
On the topic of the power of avalanches, I highly recommend the piece “Ten Minutes in Lituya Bay”, the location of the highest known tsunami in the world.
https://www.damninteresting.com/ten-minutes-in-lituya-bay/
The prime Minister of Canada’s brother was swept into a lake by an avalanche. His body was never recovered if I remember correctly.
Ashamed it didn’t happen to Turdo
With regard to “Swedish” character–it has been my experience that there is not much there. Individuality has been removed from the human character in Sweden–makes managing socialism so much easier!