WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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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Buddy the Cat, and The Most Mysterious Skinamalink concur.
JWM
“I’ll shit in your shoes,
And piss in your hat,
And spray all your walls,
With essence of cat.”
-Fat Freddie’s Cat
Our 4 have no concept of such a thing.
But if they did they too would concur.
I always heard it as “A man who picks up a cat by the tail…”. Damn, now I have to hunt down the original!
I don’t want our enemies foreign and domestics to learn. I want them to die.
This is war. There are awards for 2nd place.
First place you get a Cadillac. Second place you get a set of steak knives. Third place, you’re fired.
“Glengarry Glen Ross”. That speech is perhaps the only thing Alec Baldwin did in his life that was not worthless.
… and it was written by someone else.
My thoughts too, Mike. We have been at war with them far too long and I want ’em dead too. The enemies we now face will make us dig our own graves before they kill us so that scenario needs to be our answer for them when they come for us.
They aren’t coming. They’re just going to keep you waiting for them to come. Meanwhile they make you more miserable every day. You want the battle today but they are gonna drag the war out forever.
If you’re over 40 you’re history as far as the long view goes. They know they can’t convert you, so they won’t try. They’ll just continue to make your lives more and more miserable with tiny tyrannical steps. Hoping you’ll snap and they they’ll kill you.
No, they ain’t gaming for the old ones, those over 40.
They’re aiming for the young’ns with soft moldable skallz of mush.
They are shaping them from the ground up for their future enslavement.
Look at the ones in their teens, and twenty’s. They’re scrambling to get on the cattle cars. They’ve already been programmed to hate capitalism, to hate freedom, to hate everything.
The next generation after them, the ones that are just now being born, those will be the new slaves. Born into it. Knowing nothing else but the noose. They have 2 generations of example in front of them.
Take your guns to the range and use them as you can for you will never use them in war. You can’t shoot innocent people nor can you kill phantoms beyond your weapons range. You can sit right there and boil in your rage and watch the sands of freedom slip through your fingers until not a single grain is left. You are a dinosaur being brought to slow extinction.
I’m- how do you say?- in a mood.
I cruised the bike down to the park, and past the local high school. Break time. Kids were crossing the boulevard to get lunch at the fast food joints in the local shopping center. Kids off campus. Out in the sweet autumn sun. High school kids. Masked up like dutiful little sheep. Welcome to the future.
Dead fucked.
JWM
Mike FTW
I must admit, as a child of 10 or so, I grabbed a cat by the tail and lifted it. I knew to hold it at arms-length. I was curious whether it could get free with tooth and claw. It could not, but it sincerely tried
Twain would have appreciated Heinlein on cats: “Never try to out-stubborn a cat.” (I imagine Olive is smiling to herself in the background.)
Also, there’s no education in the second kick of a mule.
As ghostsniper said, they are going to get you in ways you cant fight back: Biden to hire 87,000 new IRS agents.
“How many is 87,000?”, you ask?
Well, there’s 50 states, and say, on average, 50 counties per state.
That works out to about 35 NEW IRS against in your direct AO.
How many are already there? Add them to the new ones.
Remember, they’re armed with sheen gunz and sheeit.
Been helping the old neighbor lady out with various chores and she’s been paying you cash?
You’re reporting that shit, right?
Well guess what, your neighbor on the other side of you?
Maybe he’s one of them new revenoors.
Nice and friendly, though a little curious, about you, in his conversations.
Maybe he’s checking you out. Looking for a clue.
Wait a minute, he doesn’t have to look for a clue.
Your existence is all he needs to put the collar on you.
Drop that dime, as they say.
Then you get that “letter” in the mail, you know, the one you have to sign for.
Or maybe you have to go to the post office to sign for it, then they got ya.
You’ll never go home again.
So, now that you’ve been pre-informed about the new infiltraitors (I didn’t mispell that) what are you going to do about it? You already know what NEEDS to be done, right?
Got any ballz?
Go ahead, distort and ignore the documents and rule of law that has provided this country with the means to reach its pinnacle. Ignore it and make up the rules as you please. We the oppressed, are sitting here quietly sharpening our claws, waiting patiently for your face plant into the litter box of dumbassery. This will not end well for you.
Signed: The Cat
When the governed become ungovernable – Let Them Herd Cats…….
You just knew some cat would remind its human of the classic Super Bowl commercial:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_MaJDK3VNE
This might be a good example of the cat fighting back, or it might be a bit off topic.
“Revrund” Al Sharpton, everyone’s favorite race-baiting, commie agitator went to the Texas border to preach for those “poor criminal invaders of color” who come to the USA to “culturally enrich” it with drugs, disease, crime, murder, and sex-slave trafficking.
Bad idea, Al…
He got heckled and run off after only a minute or 2 of spewing his bullsh*t.
https://legalinsurrection.com/2021/09/al-sharpton-heckled-during-visit-to-southern-border-in-texas/
That’s my “feel good story of the day.”
I’ve the impression, right or wrong, correct or not, that 9 out of 10 professional writers are cat keepers.
Been trying to figure why, maybe because when your typing your magnum opus the cat isn’t nagging you to throw the frisbee or the tennis ball as a dog would do.
Though, on the other hand, dogs don’t usually plop themselves in the middle of one’s keyboard.
On the off chance you haven’t read it, and for any of Gerard’s commenters who joined the merry crew after February 2019, here’s is ghostsniper’s classic essay on cats and the writer’s task:
https://americandigest.org/training-days-on-the-tactics-and-strategy-of-cats-by-ghostsniper/
Gerard’s photo of his Editor (Olive) sitting on his keyboard (about halfway through the essay) is a keeper.