don’t want to dignify the news with my attention
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don’t want to dignify the news with my attention
— HappyAcres (@HappyHectares) April 21, 2021
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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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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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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.