don’t want to dignify the news with my attention
— HappyAcres (@HappyHectares) April 21, 2021
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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
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, Happy Acres!!!!111!!!!
I remember a site called “Rotten dot com.” It was a gallery of death, mutilation, and horror. Every picture had a description: “Man falls into wood chipper”. You read that, and say, “No way am I clicking that link.” And then you click it, and immediately wish you hadn’t.
Like when you go to pour the milk into your coffee, and the milk plops out in big yellow globs. Odds are close to 100% that you’re gonna’ sniff the carton anyway. And remember the stuff in the tupperware container way back in the fridge?
Just like the news.
JWM
The political platforms of the left are gradually transformed into scaffolds. –Dávila
Happy Acres is being quite charitable referring to the undisguised agitprop of today as being “the news”. Just a sign of the times, though, as everything is being defined down to its crudest, lowest common denominator.
What news?
Here’s some news.
We got 2″ of snow overnight, last time that happened was in 1873.
So planting has been forestalled a bit, but only a bit.
(all the early plantlings on the porches are draped like ghosts with all the bed sheets so we slept like animals on the floor last night)
The sun has been shining, the temp is 42, and the snow is almost gone.
Planting will start post haste. YAYYYY!!!!
You heard it here first folks.
News you can use!
no TeeVee or “news”papers, magazines for twenty-five years. nor current films.
I search with Duck Duck Go “/news” and comb thru it, wary of sources.
Dignity?
She left some time ago.
The current Resident and Vice Resident in the White House are two of the most undignified hacks I’ve ever witnessed. The “news” that is reported in the main isn’t news at all. What we are witnessing is a country being undermined from within and assaulted by enemies both foreign and domestic. I don’t see this nation surviving. Not when the mob is the jury and the rule of law is a mockery of justice.
With the indulgence of our good host I offer some alternatives for reported news;
https://www.revolver.news
https://rantingly.com
https://thenationalpulse.com
Stay safe and please pray for our country.
As I looked up from my computer, I see it is now snowing here in NEPA.
I planted shallots and spuds last week, peas yesterday. Been working on clean-up after having 6 trees taken down last week. Plenty of firewood to burn in the pit this Summer and Autumn.
Raspberries are showing strong growth, asparagus will be popping through within weeks.
I find solace in the words Voltaire offered in the story – Candide and conclude that Doctor Pangloss was a nice person with good intentions, but he was a fool.
Back to my garden!
I only read news to see the latest psy-ops. I usually believe none of it, and often I believe the opposite.
This morning I asked my wife: “Remember when it was going to be 1 to 2 million-plus dead of Covid by (last) year? Remember when they said masks won’t work? Then, they said wear them, but it’ll only be for a couple of weeks.” I finished with: “When they get to one percent on deaths, I’ll tune in.”
In the spirit of this post, I have tuned Biden out the same way I tuned Obama out. I know everything’s going to hell on rails, and there’s no reason for me to torture myself with the details daily.
News? There is none, only propaganda and any search for “the truth” futile. I miss old Remus more every day as he was my most trusted source. There’s a highway at the bottom of our little hill that runs east to west and it’s full of people going to work, or back home or more likely, just going. We sat out by our campfire, listening to the whine of the road and the distant roar of jets above the clouds.
And all the news just repeats itself/Like some forgotten dream that we’ve both seen
My friend,,,,,, it’s only propaganda if you watch it, believe it.
Oddly enough nothings changed on our mountain.
Village Idiot.