With their “necessary equipment” including, I suppose, ammunition since there are wide reports of the police having run out. It would be nice if South Africa could avoid a full-scale civil war devolving into a race war. We’ll see.
With their “necessary equipment” including, I suppose, ammunition since there are wide reports of the police having run out. It would be nice if South Africa could avoid a full-scale civil war devolving into a race war. We’ll see.
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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.
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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.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
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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.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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“It would be nice if South Africa could avoid a full-scale civil war…”>>>
With an attitude and belief such as these -actually saying them out loud- the same wish goes for what’s left of e pluribus unum in this country. Just jaw-dropping. And not just any ass-in-a-brass-hat, either. I’ve no doubt that he’d give the order to open fire on the citizenry with positively no compunction whatsoever. If we actually had a Press this would be quite a story.
https://tinyurl.com/3xxwmsnj
Damn climate change…
We have a press, unfortunately is the Lügenpresse.
@Richard, read that article carefully that you linked.
Milley is not quoted in any of the things the various people said he said.
I’m not saying he didn’t say what that article claims.
I am saying the article doesn’t make the case.
If Milley actually said what they say, why did they write it up like they did, leaving doubt in the reader?
NEVER trust the media, or any of the gov’t factions.
The devolution into race war is a process that is in the hands of the south african government. It will happen when they have totally exhausted the economy.
@Ghostsniper “If Milley actually said what they say, why did they write it up like they did, leaving doubt in the reader?”>>>
As best I can determine after several re-reads of the article in question, author Tyler O’Neil was referencing a book written by Carol Leonnig and Philip Rucker, two Washington Post reporters. In said book, the quotes attributed to Milley, were provided without attribution by those proffering them. This seems to be the way things are done anymore, within the “profession” of journalism.
This is nothing new, of course, as Mark Twain famously observed: “If you don’t read the newspaper you’re uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you’re misinformed.”
It would seem to be easy enough for Milley to address the issues raised by going on record and dealing with the quotes he is cited as having made, rather than to have responded through an aide.
It’s probably more evidence of just how Balkanized the country has become. The various media outlets carve out niches and attempt to appeal to the biases of those whom they purport to serve.
As I am adamantly anti-Left, I well realize that I bring my own biases to bear in terms of evaluating information. Wasn’t always so, however. But as the Left has seized and appropriated everything in communications, entertainment, the so-called Academy, and government; my perceptual screens go up the moment one of their representatives starts blathering about anything.
As for your last statement: I completely concur.
That’s mine^^^^^^^. My bad.
I trust nothing that the media puts out.
Got any new neighbors lately?
You probably will.
They keep pushin’.
See this:
https://www.westernjournal.com/tucker-carlson-reveals-bombshell-emails-exposing-us-military-secretly-moving-illegal-immigrants-around-country/
“new neighbors”
where does the military’s participation reach, what are its limits in a case like this?
askin’.
It’s no longer “the military”, it’s now something else.
Something that is harmful to you.
A new one, similar to the old one, will spring up at some point.
Remember the army slogan from 20 years ago?
“An Army of One”
It starts with you.
World War, what better way to distract folks from a world that spent themselves into the broke side of the ledger. Only one way out, cut their heads off put em on a pike, Not! . Of course we’ll continue to stick our heads in the sand, and read fiction posted daily by the blogdaddies.
If I seem pre occupied by bullshit from the war monger blogdaddies, I am! I’ve met and spent time with many of them, great men, fun to be around, always welcome here, I spent years in the slugfest, became disillusioned recently when the election was stolen, and all we got was crickets chirping louder.
Hell I went so far as to get my life and legal affairs in order, was convinced we were gonna kill commies for mommy. Na what happen the blogdaddies just talked louder, pounded their chest continued stirring the pot.
Grew tired of being angry all the time, I quit what I re recognized was that crews strategy is gonna talk em to death. They continue to talk shit, with zero intentions of doing anything. I recognize these guys think they will lead the right into glorious battle to defeat those dog face pony soldiers of the left.
Wars is hell, killing an enemy combatant in dirkadirkastan, is literally nothing like killing a fellow citizen on US soil. I’m in no hurry to get to killing. Life’s grand here, literally not a thing has changed here, except for the fires, which happen yearly anymore.
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I’m down with the Dirk here. But I am alert for changes in the weather.
The weather has changed at least 11ty seven times here. Today. Started off raining for a couple hours, then it stopped and the sun came out and the heat was overwhelming. Then close to noon it welled up again and hell from the sky rained down upon us and the power went out at 11:50am. Stayed out til 3pm and the rain stopped in between and the sun came out again. At 5pm the rain started again and this time it was sideways, dark, and the on-at-dark lights on the deck came on. By the time Jeopardy started the rain had stopped. The RADAR shows most of the weekend this way. Happy happy, joy joy. Glad I have a lot of CAD work to do. I’ll make another $3k by monday.