WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2001-2022
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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As I sit glued to my recliner, watching the Bacardi, Corn Hole championship, the excitement is staggering. Not sure if my NEW fav is now Corn Hole, or Curling! I hate these tough choices.
Dirk
I just watched a utoob of a dood turning some kind of burl into an urn and it was mesmerizing. Almost as enjoyable as turning it myself. Sometimes I save the vid without viewing it, then afterward I watch it with VLC at twice the speed as it reveals the end result hidden deep within. It’s always a surprise, not knowing what it’s going to be, until it is. Maybe 1 in a hundred is a nightmare, the rest are dreams. I have a 40lb maple burl sitting over there for the past 2 years, all painted white to slow the drying/shrinking until such time that it hits the stage for it’s presentation performance. I have log chunks 10+ years old waiting their turn. Many. Maybe 50 or more.
I could easily imagine that entire quote being broadcast daily by the US Government. Take out the word “online” from the first sentence and the meaning becomes more intense, more menacing. Goebbels would be quite pleased with it.
The whole statement is propaganda. Its six statements are a tissue of lies.
That’s exactly what I thought. We should instead consume traditional news from outlets like the New York Slimes, the Washington Compost, or Newsweak. And only watch time tested broadcast news from CNN, MSNBC, ABC, CBS, NPR, etc etc etc. They would never mendaciously lie, obfuscate, misinform, or bury stories damaging to the Democrat agenda.
Perish the thought that the media would ever lie, hide the truth, “forget” to report something, or favor the Democrat Party. Nope. Never.
Now Dorothy, you really don’t want to look behind that curtain, do you?
All is ‘Maya’, “a magic show, an illusion where things appear to be present but are not what they seem.”
The key here is “MOST of what you read…” Getting good info off the internet is like panning for gold; you go through a lot of gravel to get a few valuable nuggets. Lots of stuff, even here, is amusing but ephemeral, but at least once a week I find a nugget: using the bread fastener thingy for tape rolls, catching an alligator with a wheelie trash can, and anything by the Essential Craftsman are just some examples. Remember Sturgeon’s Law: 90% of EVERTHING is crap. But you gotta look for the 10% in nuggets.
True enough. The author wrote in the 2nd person, but by simply changing it to the 1st person, we can get an idea of what the writer was really saying. From “The point is, most of what YOU read online today is pointless.” becomes “The point is, most of what I read online today is pointless.” And so on. It is a confession of sorts.
Like Thoreau’s ““The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, and go to the grave with the song still in them.” How could Thoreau possibly know that? He could not. It was confession of sorts.
Supporting causes from faraway lands is not necessarily without merit, but too often it is a waste of mental time and energy.
Stories from faraway places might be more gripping and dramatic than the ones nearby, but we have agency in the ones nearby. The world we can physically feel and touch is the world that matters and is real. The digital world, with its stories from distant shores, is filtered and intangible and we live in it like wraiths.
Our ancestors mostly lived in the world they were in. Sometimes they thought overmuch about the afterlife and the supernatural, sometimes they got lost in their own fantasies, but mostly they lived in this physical world, and did not fret overmuch about what was happening in places where they had no agency.
We are going mad because we think and know too much about what is happening in other domains. We have choices, we can live in the physical world of our here and now, or we can live like bots and half-beings in the digital world.
Excellent. I’ve said similar many times but you were more eloquent about it.
Well said and well written. It’s something I have noticed about so-called “Christian” evangelical churches. They spend their time and money on foreigners, when the real mission field is here in the US. You know, among their true brothers and sisters. The ones they see every day.
What happens next door is vastly more important than what happens in Kampala.
Been going on for a long time. In Charles Dickens’ novel BLEAK HOUSE (1852-53), he satirizes the type in his character Mrs. Jellyby, who’s always sponsoring missions in Africa or Asia while she ignores starving children in her own neighborhood.
This disease—of preferring the foreign, the exotic—is a sickness only found in what remains of the West. Who thinks that panda faced Xi Jinping cares a whit about any non-Chinese? He and every Chinese despot murderer has no problem putting to death tens of millions of their own people. What do you think they would do to any white boy who “got out of line”?
Those like Mrs. Jellyby are the “useful idiots” beloved by Lenin and his types.
I guess it depends on what you’re looking for. Without the online resources I have sought out, I would’ve been bereft of the many valid scientific opinions warning me to have nothing to do with the Clot Shot. These have augmented and reinforced my resolute religious beliefs and my intrinsic distrust of any government institution associated with the promulgation of this untested gene “therapy”.
Looks like you can add highly educated nuclear physicists to the list of those wanting nothing to do with this so-called vaccine.
Yet’ we’re told that it’s only uneducated, Luddite, wacko, conspiracy theorists who’re arguing against the Clot Shot.
What is a boy to do, when he can’t believe the yammering talking heads on the “news” show-grams?
https://tinyurl.com/4wwrvdwz
Presumably, these people know a thing, or two, about Science.
Exactly.
I see the internet as a vast library of information, of opinion, of resources. Like any library in History—except the Library of Alexandria—it is full of trash. Libraries contain Will and Ariel Durant’s “The Story of Civilization” as well as “Heather Has Two Mommies”. What a man chooses to read says a great deal about him.
I’ve not trusted Da Gubiment for a long time. The internet at least provides the medium for others to understand the evil and corrupt shitpile that has been destroying this country for several decades now. Back in the day, mid-ninety’s or so, and for a couple of years until I ran out of money, the County Family court edubacated me about trusting the government. I lost everything but mostly the ability to influence my children. I was a powerless parent. The schools in cahoots with my Can’t Understand Normal Thinking (CUNT) ex-wife and the school psychologists began drugging both my children with speed…er Ritalin and the like. It was thing to do (now they want to vaccinate babies…my god). My poor kids never had a chance.
The Bush administration punctuated my faith in the new century’s American leadership by killing over a million middle-eastern men, woman and children under the pretense seemingly infinite propaganda, with the crown jewel deception-seconded by our own hell-residing Colon Bowel: Weapons Of Mass Destruction.
Lies, lies and more lies. I can’t imagine it all ending well. Crescendo soon”
Damn. You give the phrase “divorce rape” a new and deeper meaning. I hope to God your kids have a chance to recover.
What a world.
That paragraph uses sixty-five words to say, “Separate the wheat from the chaff.”
Yes. The Carpenter was much more concise.
Sturgeon’s law: Ninety percent of everything is crud.
Published in 1958.
Only difference twix then and now, internet access allows it to be piled wider and higher.
The internet also allows anyone to access quotes by Theodore Sturgeon.
Yep and though I haven’t found it on the internet yet, one of Ted’s corollaries, -or an addendum to to Ninety percent of everything is crud was, ‘including this statement’.
Damn your logic! But what of the 10 percent? How do we find it?
Turtles mired in crud all the way down.
Imagine, using the time we ALL waste daily on the net, doing productive stuff. Hell my grand parents would have walked forty miles uphill to school, in a tornado, in my morning hour spent dicking the dog!
Admittedly, I achieved a totally useless status, in my world. No easy task!
VI
“Wasted time” is like Bertrand Russell’s “useless knowledge”. No such thing. The net is “unproductive”? Really? How could I have ever had the pleasure to meet you without the web? That is only one example; I have myriads. You are “useless”? Not according to the Being who created you.
A free man spends his time as he chooses. No one, not even God Himself, can tell him otherwise. The web is as much of an infinity as any man can handle. What a man does with this is his business.
Consider an automobile. One can drive it to church or to a strip joint. It is a choice. The web is as evil or as good as the man who uses it. So are guns.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ternps0JFwo
Watch the whole film. You will be better for it.
“Consider an automobile. One can drive it to church or to a strip joint.” Indeed. The real question is which of the two is the evil choice. Probably depends on the church.
Actually went to church for the first time in at least ten years, yesterday. It did not go well!. Sadly god made me an alpha, at times, a miserable existence. First I picked the free cappuccino apart, then found fault in the structure itself. The sheep in the talkin room were pissing me off.
This all before the preacher said one word. THEN he opened his pie hole, and good god, things got downright uncomfortable. Friends, downhill from there.
I literally spent the entire year a captive to a pulpit bully, subject matter divorce. At one point I dam near stood and shouted at no one in particular, “ Ok Ok you win, I AM a no-good rotten sinner.
Actually felt like every set of eyes in the room were enjoying watching me shrink ten ft. That one hour took years off my life. When the beat down was over, I fled out a side door, well not so fast, my wife firmly took my hand, and flung me into the greeting room. I developed stage fright. Made zero eye contact.
I had nooooo idea some much blue hair existed in the world. All right there in my NEW lil church. A tough day for me. Friend I couldn’t even fake it. AND the preacher finally came for me, excuse me, sir, where do I know you from.
Told him I was the guy who gave him 500.00 dollars in bribes to officially marry my daughter off, this past summer. Ah yes, he said, his beefy eyes on me like a vulture. He says, will WE be seeing more of you, Mr. Williams?.
Sir, I hope not, this morning has been brutal, don’t know if my heart can take it, the coffee and donuts are like a fishing hook, but then preacher you already know that, don’t chaaaa.
He looks at me thru his pop bottle glasses, smiles, and said, effective wouldn’t chaaaa say.
He turns as he says “ see you next week”. Looks like you really need to be here for repairs
The entire time, my wife says not one word, just smiles. As we get in her truck she casually says, amusing, I’ve not seen you this uncomfortable in many many years. Aaaa honey must have been something I swallowed like a hook. She says “ sure”.
Dirk
Quite the story. I’ve got one:
I decided after 30 years of walking with Lucifer to return to the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church. Imagine my fright as I contemplated my sins as I worked my way to Confession. Every voice and fiber in my being was saying “run away!” I walked into the Confessional—face to face, not that simpering “behind the screen” cowardice—and began. I had even written out all of my known sins over the past 30 years. The priest listened to my pitiful cries until he could take it no longer. “Stop!” he said. He then grabbed the piece of paper upon which I had inscribed my sins. He tossed it aside and said, “Go now my son. Your sins are forgiven. Your Penance is to go the Mass and take Communion.”
I had never had a better day in my life. Still haven’t.