Today’s “Good Germans.” Include me out.
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
Gerard Van der Leun
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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At Georgetown University black lives matter so much you cain’t say shit….
https://www.foxnews.com/us/georgetown-law-professor-resigns-after-zoom-call-with-colleague-whose-comments-on-black-students-got-her-fired
Tried to watch OTA (over the air) TV the other night. Not possible. Negro’s on just about every channel. We only watch 1 hour of TV, during supper, and it is always an old TV series episode in one of the 3 DVD players or through a streaming service. Last night for example was a Perry Mason epi from the 5th season, 1961 I think. The night before was a Paladin from Have Gun, Will Travel, from the same time period. Tonight will be Peter Gun from the same era. The media is trying to create a fake reality and it doesn’t work for some folks. We just distance ourselves from it.
We’ve been watching the whole Leave it to Beaver series. Almost done with it, probably the end of the week. On season 6. Back then, they had 39 episodes per season, not just 13 like the lazy bastards do now.
I prefer-
Black
Lying
Marxists
…no room in marxism for anything but marxism. and I don’t want it.
Looked at Ace of Spades coverage of the Grammy awards this weekend. Stunning vulgarity and smut.
I’m wondering if the reason blacks were under represented on TV before this era was that they didn’t ‘clean up’ to well.
If God decides to go all “Sodom and Gomorrah” on America, he’ll be in a target rich environment.
Ghost, I feel ya. Gave up on the networks some time back. Some of the British period productions have not been blackwashed. We’ve been enjoying “Anne with an E” on NF right up until the first episode of season 2 when the first negro makes an appearance. Of course they couldn’t find an excuse to make one appear, as if by magic, in turn-of-the-last-century Nova Scotia, so they put one of the characters aboard a steamer as crew in the black gang where he befriends one of the exotic critters, and they travel to Trinidad where all the usual story tropes of injustice to blacks raise their ugly heads. Looking forward in the reviews it seems we are soon to be entertained with stories of homosexuals and how good people in 1910 respond to them in a way eerily akin to the way “good” people are supposed to in 2021. Hard pass on that. There is still some decent material out there, it’s just getting harder every day to separate from the chaff.