“Please grant me the strength to be an obedient little bitch.”
Noted in Passing: How to Worship Fear
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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That’s blasphemy!
And a hilarious, but sadly true form of it.
The 1st video I saw of his was so convincing that I actually thought he actually WAS a bleeding-heart libtard until I watched it completely through until the end. Man, he really has that libtard act down pat!
He should be considered for the next Emmy Awards…. seriously.
“Best comedic actor who insults Liberals and retards with their own BS” category.
I cringe at the thought of prayer going to something/someone less other than to our Lord. But, I laugh (cringe) at the humor of the video. I’m not a stuffy old coot; I’m just an old faithful one. At least I got that going for me.
He holds the mirror of truth up in liberals’ faces, reflecting their ugliness and hypocrisy back upon them. The Libs in my area worship fear. They gasp and glare at anyone who doesn’t cower at the altar of their chosen religion. I had one of them glare at me last evening as I exited an outdoor patio at a restaurant without putting my covid burka on. I had overheard him earlier asking if it was permissible to use the indoor bathroom in a restaurant that was fully open for indoor dining. He clearly has just exited his bunker for the first time since February 2020. My millennial kids cringe when I point out the fear porn and call it porn, but I call it as I see it. We need reminders not to give in to fear and not to be anxious given the constant fear propaganda being forced upon us. Humor is a great weapon.
Why are communists always angry?
Had a bit of a graced moment in time yesterday. Happened at a large garden center I visit once a year. Though I had a face diaper hanging around my neck, as I made my way to the entrance, I quickly noticed few people were in possession of one, let alone wearing one. I quickly removed mine and put it in my jacket pocket. For the next hour, or so, I simply moved about the complex selecting what would be planted this year. No one freaked out and all simply went about their business. It seemed so much more relaxed and undeniably pleasant. As I’ve thought about it since, I have a bit of an idea what it must have felt like for the proud, loyal, indomitable, non-Vichy French people when their liberators freed them from tyranny. Disobedience shown to tyrants is obedience shown to God. God bless freedom loving people everywhere!
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