My life, my joy, my happiness, my books, my friends, my music, my writing, my bicycles, my health, my mind, body and soul, and my God—not brought by Pfizer. But the coming world-wide holocaust of dead and sterile and permanently disabled and forever sick will be. For a complete understanding, just substitute ‘Lucifer’ for ‘Pfizer’. It will all become clear then.
I have not watched television for 43 years. When I hear about it, the programs seem to consist of pornography, violent pornography, child pornography, blasphemy, Deep State propaganda, illiterate black felons running around a field or a rectangle of wood, and millennials insulting each other.
I’m sure a video pointing out that one of the vaccine manufacturers sponsors tv news shows is causing a major malfunction on this blog is ALL
just a coincidence. Yup.
JackOctober 22, 2021, 9:57 AM
I am “Joeholio”….. hilarious.
VanderleunOctober 22, 2021, 11:18 AM
I hope that’s fixed the issue by removing the Gab embed and reverting to the original tweet. Check me on this, please.
KarenOctober 22, 2021, 11:47 AM
My screen has returned to normal. That was…disconcerting.
JoeOctober 22, 2021, 11:34 AM
Got rid of mine when Seinfeld went off the air
JackOctober 22, 2021, 2:30 PM
Well Joe, NF has all of Seinfeld’s episodes available and they’re still hilarious.
AnonymousOctober 22, 2021, 1:04 PM
Doctor. “Okay, Lance, bendover and spread em.”
Lance. “Better yet, YOU bendover and spread em.”
Doc. “Hey, I gotta examine your prostate. This finger of joy is brought to you by Pfizer. Our motto: ‘At Pfizer, we just poke around and see what happens.'”
Lance. “Oh, well, Pfizer. Poke ho.”
Customer. “Hey, what’s this in my soup?”
Server. “Oh, those are stem cell clumps from aborted babies.”
Customer. “What the hell!!!”
Server. “Brought to you by Pfizer. Our motto. ‘The baby. The whole baby. And nothing but the baby.'”
Customer. “Oh, well, Pfizer baby parts! Serve ho. Nothing beats Pfizer baby stem cell clumps.”
Knock knock.
Lance. “Yeah, who the hell’s there?”
Mail Guy. “It’s Mel, the mail guy. Got a package for you, Lance. Says, ‘Pfizer spiked proteins.'”
Lance. “Oh, Pfizer spiked proteins. Great, I’ll just inject them straight into my heart.”
Announcer. “And here is Four-star Admiral Rachel Bovine, with a message from our sponsors. Pfizer.
At Pfizer, we know what’s good for you, and we’re gonna give it to you good and hard.”
Adm. Bovine. “My fellow Pfizerians. By the way, how do you like the dress? Could it be MORE hideous and lumpish? It’s an empirical question. Maybe Tony Fauci, a real scientist, can give us an answer as he is dragged screaming to the gallows. Or maybe not. He appears preoccupied. Anyway, let us pray. All together now…
I love Pfizer, Yes siree.
Pfizer meds are good for me.
If I die before I wake,
turn me into Pfizer cake.”
Welp, I may get back to work. Or not, as the case may be.
The last time I heard “Bend over and spread ’em!” was during my Air Force physical 50 years ago.
Aborted babies in food? Yep, right here in the Land of Plenty. Look up the company Senomyx. It used them in the process of making food additives—mainly “flavor enhancers”—through the “harvesting” of the tissues from aborted children. You might be surprised how many popular foods had such “enhancers” in them. No doubt you consumed some.
Lance, that one could well be your finest to date. Funny as hell.
Exactly as funny as hell.
JWM
nunnya bidnez, jrOctober 23, 2021, 8:53 AM
I was talking to my 75 year old neighbor the other day when the subject of Dr. Fauci came up somehow. She grew up in Brooklyn, near 13th Ave and 83rd Street in Dyker Heights, which is the next neighborhood over from here. She said that Dr Fauci’s father owned a pharmacy on that corner, so everyone in that area knew the Fauci family. Way back then everyone pronounced it the real Italian way, Fow-ooochi, not the americanized “Fowchi”.
She remembered when she was 13 years old, which would have been 1959, the young Mr Fauci (who would have been about 18) had just gotten his driver’s license and a car, and would often be seen driving around the neighborhood. One day he ran over a dog, severely injuring it; when the police came, they had to shoot it to put it down. Reckless driving, indifference to the suffering of an animal.
Fast forward fifty years or so; wasn’t Dr Fauci using dogs in his medical experiments?
Reckless researching, indifference to the suffering of humanity.
Indifference to the suffering of animals—especially dogs—is a sign of psychopathy. Dogs are the greatest material gift God gave to man. Fauci’s torturing of them is a way he thinks he can “get back at God”. When that murderous gnome finally leaves the earth, he will be face to face with the Creator of dogs.
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
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
Camouflage
Sourdough Mountain Lookout
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Chimes of Freedom
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
De Breanski
VAN GOGH
Hillegas
To the Stonecutters
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
![That Was the Whopper Weekend That Was [Illustrated]](https://americandigest.org/wp/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/welcometohell-150x150.jpg "That Was the Whopper Weekend That Was [Illustrated]")
![Allen Ginsberg: The Interview, <strong> ➡ 1972 ⬅ </strong> [Republished by unpopular demand]](https://americandigest.org/wp/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/ginsbergnirvana-150x150.jpg "Allen Ginsberg: The Interview, <strong> ➡ 1972 ⬅ </strong> [Republished by unpopular demand]")
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
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My life, my joy, my happiness, my books, my friends, my music, my writing, my bicycles, my health, my mind, body and soul, and my God—not brought by Pfizer. But the coming world-wide holocaust of dead and sterile and permanently disabled and forever sick will be. For a complete understanding, just substitute ‘Lucifer’ for ‘Pfizer’. It will all become clear then.
I have not watched television for 43 years. When I hear about it, the programs seem to consist of pornography, violent pornography, child pornography, blasphemy, Deep State propaganda, illiterate black felons running around a field or a rectangle of wood, and millennials insulting each other.
Pfizer video hijacking site. Can’t get rid of i.
JWM
same.
Same here.
Fixing………….
I’m sure a video pointing out that one of the vaccine manufacturers sponsors tv news shows is causing a major malfunction on this blog is ALL
just a coincidence. Yup.
I am “Joeholio”….. hilarious.
I hope that’s fixed the issue by removing the Gab embed and reverting to the original tweet. Check me on this, please.
My screen has returned to normal. That was…disconcerting.
Got rid of mine when Seinfeld went off the air
Well Joe, NF has all of Seinfeld’s episodes available and they’re still hilarious.
Doctor. “Okay, Lance, bendover and spread em.”
Lance. “Better yet, YOU bendover and spread em.”
Doc. “Hey, I gotta examine your prostate. This finger of joy is brought to you by Pfizer. Our motto: ‘At Pfizer, we just poke around and see what happens.'”
Lance. “Oh, well, Pfizer. Poke ho.”
Customer. “Hey, what’s this in my soup?”
Server. “Oh, those are stem cell clumps from aborted babies.”
Customer. “What the hell!!!”
Server. “Brought to you by Pfizer. Our motto. ‘The baby. The whole baby. And nothing but the baby.'”
Customer. “Oh, well, Pfizer baby parts! Serve ho. Nothing beats Pfizer baby stem cell clumps.”
Knock knock.
Lance. “Yeah, who the hell’s there?”
Mail Guy. “It’s Mel, the mail guy. Got a package for you, Lance. Says, ‘Pfizer spiked proteins.'”
Lance. “Oh, Pfizer spiked proteins. Great, I’ll just inject them straight into my heart.”
Announcer. “And here is Four-star Admiral Rachel Bovine, with a message from our sponsors. Pfizer.
At Pfizer, we know what’s good for you, and we’re gonna give it to you good and hard.”
Adm. Bovine. “My fellow Pfizerians. By the way, how do you like the dress? Could it be MORE hideous and lumpish? It’s an empirical question. Maybe Tony Fauci, a real scientist, can give us an answer as he is dragged screaming to the gallows. Or maybe not. He appears preoccupied. Anyway, let us pray. All together now…
I love Pfizer, Yes siree.
Pfizer meds are good for me.
If I die before I wake,
turn me into Pfizer cake.”
Welp, I may get back to work. Or not, as the case may be.
The last time I heard “Bend over and spread ’em!” was during my Air Force physical 50 years ago.
Aborted babies in food? Yep, right here in the Land of Plenty. Look up the company Senomyx. It used them in the process of making food additives—mainly “flavor enhancers”—through the “harvesting” of the tissues from aborted children. You might be surprised how many popular foods had such “enhancers” in them. No doubt you consumed some.
Anyone for Soylent Green?
Mike,,,,,,,Solent Green? Who knew.
If true, just an addition to target packages.
Anonymous my butt. Forgot to sign in.
Looks like I missed the good stuff…
Lance, that one could well be your finest to date. Funny as hell.
Exactly as funny as hell.
JWM
I was talking to my 75 year old neighbor the other day when the subject of Dr. Fauci came up somehow. She grew up in Brooklyn, near 13th Ave and 83rd Street in Dyker Heights, which is the next neighborhood over from here. She said that Dr Fauci’s father owned a pharmacy on that corner, so everyone in that area knew the Fauci family. Way back then everyone pronounced it the real Italian way, Fow-ooochi, not the americanized “Fowchi”.
She remembered when she was 13 years old, which would have been 1959, the young Mr Fauci (who would have been about 18) had just gotten his driver’s license and a car, and would often be seen driving around the neighborhood. One day he ran over a dog, severely injuring it; when the police came, they had to shoot it to put it down. Reckless driving, indifference to the suffering of an animal.
Fast forward fifty years or so; wasn’t Dr Fauci using dogs in his medical experiments?
Reckless researching, indifference to the suffering of humanity.
Some people never change.
Indifference to the suffering of animals—especially dogs—is a sign of psychopathy. Dogs are the greatest material gift God gave to man. Fauci’s torturing of them is a way he thinks he can “get back at God”. When that murderous gnome finally leaves the earth, he will be face to face with the Creator of dogs.
Goddamn Fauci. (I used that phrase correctly.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H17edn_RZoY