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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
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.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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If you’ve got any nutters in your family, hie them here:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geel
(Learned something new today. Thanks, Gerard.)
I’m not kidding… the Human Meat Project is sincere… it is for real… and you must check this out. Their words, not mine… “In order to save the planet from the impact of our modern civilization and lifestyle, we have to make a change in our ideas about consumption and our dietary choices. We face climate change due to waste, pollution, deforestation and overpopulation problems. By donating your body for human consumption, you are taking direct action to help others and lessen the damage of the industrial age. By consuming human meat, we create a change in both our life and the world. By improving the standard quality of life in every country and nation, we can give everyone in the world a good life.”
Click the link that opens to 9 second video, but then click the info links below so you can further acclimate to the New Normal. Who’s writing this stuff? https://humanmeatproject.com/
“We face climate change due to waste, pollution, deforestation and overpopulation problems.”
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Arrogant lying assholes with an agenda.
Do this:
Open google maps and zoom in on Manhattan and go to 3d mode.
Tilt the camera so you can see that tallest buildings in the US from a side view.
Now, zoom out, way out, so that you can see the whole country.
Where’d those “tallest buildings in the US” go?
Gone. Just like that.
Do this:
Stick the very tip of your finger in the jar of peanut butter then smear that butter on a piece of paper.
Tilt the paper so that you are looking at the butter from a side view.
Where’d that peanut butter go?
Gone. Just like that.
Fact is, the human presence on the planet is so small as to be almost nonexistent.
If you zoom out far enough to see the entire planet the human existence is not even visible.
These charlatans take the notion that your day to day view of the earth, where everything is big as life, (full size) and extrapolate it to relate to the view of a map and expect you to believe there is no scale involved. Scale is everything, and if you ignore that fact then distortion will occur and that distortion is meant to skew your reality.
This planet, depending on your viewpoint, has been around for billions of years and will continue to be for an even longer time. Remember, the past is definite – the future is indefinite. And the human presence on planet earth has only happened for a very tiny fraction of that total time. IOW, there is not a GD thing that humans can do to this planet earth to negatively effect it. No more so than a krill can effect a great blue whale. These shysters need to be scourged.
So true. It is the unrelenting demoralization campaign propagated by The Owners… or their spokesmen Soros, Gates, Fauchi, Satan Klaus, the Federal Reserve…. these entities want the planet for themselves and a tiny micro-chipped zombie slave class to trim their hedges. The zombies allowed to “live” will be serving up steaming hot platters of human. Place a severed head in the center with an apple in its mouth. The zombies that continue to wear the masks are proving to The Owners that their plans are falling into place splendidly.
Ghost, this has been my opinion ever since Paul Ehrlich wrote his horror fantasy, Population Bomb. These nihilists can’t stand the idea of humanity being anything other than disgusting, wasteful and deadly consumers. Why aren’t these (nihilists) the people who are aborted and/or encouraged to avail themselves of assisted suicide?
Here’s a portion of the Vonnegut story where he describes the Ethical Suicide Parlor. This was from Welcome to the Monkey House… “There was a Howard Johnson’s next door to every Ethical Suicide Parlor, and vice versa. The Howard Johnson’s had an orange roof and the Suicide Parlor had a purple roof, but they were both the Government. Practically everything was the Government…
All Hostesses were virgins. They also had to hold advanced degrees in psychology and nursing. They also had to be plump and rosy, and at least six feet tall…
Their uniforms were white lipstick, heavy eye makeup, purple body stockings with nothing underneath, and black-leather boots… In a really good week, say the one before Christmas, they might put sixty people to sleep. It was done with a hypodermic syringe.”
That is Vonnegut’s fantasy of how fucking insane it was going to get. He didn’t imagine the now non-fiction activity on present day Earth that these bodies are being packaged and placed in the meat section of your grocery store. I know it’s Christmas and all that. I’m enjoying the choir music and thoughtful refections, but remember, it’s always the weekends and holidays when the evil agenda is shoved further up the ass.
…I would undoubtedly give the first place to the simple habit of prayer.
Yes. Amen.