NOW – Large protest against vaccine mandates in New York City.pic.twitter.com/2zvqrlZIhE
— Disclose.tv (@disclosetv) October 25, 2021
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
— Bob Dylan
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
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
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
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.
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welcome to New York.
Oh please. Hardly a protest. Look at the yellow vests in France. Look at the longshoreman in Trieste. Even the Aussies did a better protest. These Sunday drivers all look like cattle being herded through a chute. For a nation as armed to the eyeballs as Amuricca, we don’t seem angry enough.
Not enough Americans are angry enough, but I suspect that the nation is still in the prelude to horrors stage.
Just wait a little longer.
Spicy time approaches.
Hell, almost as many folk as what turned up for the WBNA champions!
The “elites” look upon these protests as rather cute affairs. They then go about their business as if nothing happened. Because nothing happened. A man can go outside, put on a yellow vest, wave the American flag, scream some slogan, run back and forth and jump up and down all he wants. And then what? The man might feel better, but that is all.
The change will come when people begin to die. When one side opens fire, and the other side responds in kind. You want another “shot heard ’round the world”? That will be it.
Are you still living/teaching south of the border Mike?
I ask as distance gives a different perspective and I often see things differently from up here atop the world than as seen by those in the lower forty eight. Many of your postings see the forest as well as the trees.
Thank you kindly.
I left South America in 2004. Since then I’ve been back to Guatemala three times, but never to the wilds of the Andes or the purity of the South American jungles. I yearn for them still, but what’s to be done in this “era of COVID”?
If this “pandemic” nonsense ever ends, and if my 68 year old body holds up for another three years—big ifs—I have these dreams:
http://mikeaustin.org/dream_sabbatical.htm
God is in charge. If He says “No!” then it is no. And if he says “Yes!”? Well then, on with the show.
People have already started dying. Roughly 750,000 so far.
At least. Moloch is one hungry demon.
And how many of the Law Enforcement Officers that are “bravely” risking their jobs by defying the jab mandate would gladly, if granted an exemption, go full “Australian” on the remaining unvaccinated souls that violate the mandate?
And how many of these officers would continue in their work if, upon returning home, they found their families slaughtered?
We have a winner!
It’s a great question.
It will be a question upon every officer’s mind. It will take just one “incident” and their thoughts will be wonderfully concentrated. These “law enforcement” types understand perfectly well that they live among those they are directed to shoot down. And everyone in the neighborhood knows this as well. As he leaves for “work” will he notice dozens of eyes peering at him from behind curtains?
Civil Wars are grisly, bloody and treacherous affairs. The US is about a get a lesson in just how grisly, how bloody and how treacherous they are.
Use the time remaining wisely.
“As some day it may happen…” (Mikado)
Amusing, you just let communism steal your fucking country, and your talking slaughtering families. The bravado is staggering.
Dirk Williams
“You just let communism steal your fucking country…” Who did?
“Your talking slaughtering families.” Either such horrors happen during civil wars, or they do not. It has nothing to do with anyone’s feelings toward such abominations. Every nation ever conceived has gone through civil war. Almost all suffered such terrors.
“The bravado is staggering.” It is not bravado to read books and report what they said.
And may I ask how one would “stop communism from stealing the fucking country”? Would you use Poetry? Flowers? Placards? Marches? Strongly worded letters to the editor? How?
We would really like to know.
Morning Mike, “WE”, let them steal a nation, how would i stop it,,,,, let’s see, how about this, pack my kit, arraigned my target packages, all the while assuming “ The Others” we’re doing similar preparation,
And you wait for the blogdaddies, you know the ones who continue to stir the shit, talk louder,,,,,lthump their chests. All ya need is conformation someone did something, someone took that first action.
And crickets, the silence was deafening. Which is why I’m vocal about the usual talking heads, fucking cowards. I include me in that crew.
Valuable lesson,,,,,men I thought were sincere, and would stand tall, cowered as they eat their number 3 super sized from McDonald. Their hands in their pockets, bobbing for French fries in the white bag, easier then digging a hole in the sand to insert their fucking heads in the sand.
Mike, what I can tell you, is this. Your govt is scared shitless of We The People. They spend billions and billions on keeping an eye on men like me, others. The man power utilized is staggering. The snitch’s WILL sell you your crew into slavery to save their skin, for a few dollars, to beat a beef they have over their heads.
Admit it with the theft of this 2020 election these United States achieved Communism, “ Socialist Democrat” is code for communism, call em what they are.
Unless We find the balls to stand up, and wrestle our country back, welllllll, clearly that’s not going to happen, na we’re gonna talk em to death.
As a history teacher my friend you know how this works. After all it’s just history repeating itself, Or is it, is it different this time.
Mike, we’re all to busy enjoying the lives we carved out for ourselves. As I’ve said before,,,,, we have become comfortably numb.
So what’s it going to take. Hmmm, I’m guessing it is the pissed off house wives who will stomp this nonsense to death, starting in the academic realm, and mushrooming upward . All while us men sit at home and wonder where the lil woman’s at this evening. Cuz we’re hungry, and dinner isn’t gonna cook itself.
Dirk
Mike Mike Mike, blood pressure my friend, not poking you, I’m poking 300 million plus pussies. I’m poking those blogdaddies who stir the bullshit, day in day out, hiding behind silly screen names, cuz the gov, won’t figure out exactly who they are. I’m poking the blogdaddies who pretend that the Intel they just shared was from gods lips to their ears. I get it their frustrated.
Answer this for me, are these right wingers making money storing the shit? I’ve learned that right wing bloggers will never solve the problem or suggest solutions. No sir, ain’t no money in that. And those shit stains ARE making money spinning the narrative.
Na Mike theirs more then enough shame to go around. Like AA, working the steps. Until one excepts their part of the responsibility ain’t nothing going to change.
So here I am making amends with you, I apologize for my words my deeds, my actions which have offended you.
VI
Dear Dirk:
I was not offended, just surprised.
I have been reading your comments here at Gerard’s place for a long time. My summation? You are a far better man than I am. With more real world experience too.
You are so right: There those—most with odd screen names—who “stir the pot”, reveling in the shit-storm they themselves have caused.
As for “more than enough shame to go around”: I have done things in my life so shameful that only my confessing priest knows. Once when I mentioned some moral outrage I had committed, he said, “Wow. That’s bad.” Yes it was.
I once said that a man spends his first 40 years making a mess of things, and the next 40 years trying to clean up his mess. I have 12 years to go. I’m working on it.
Mike, far better man “ hardly”, I’m just another guy trying to make it to the end. I see zero resolve in group think pussy footing my experiences. I happen to believe we can learn from other experiences.
Everybody here has my respect.
GV, provides a medium for informed educated, people with vision. That we sometimes cross wires is hardly “ a thing”. It’s just life brother.
Group think is dangerous, not a lot of that goes on here, I view peeps here as free thinkers. Free thinkers whom are not afraid to think big and deep. Not a day goes by that something truly, significant, deep, Heavy isn’t shared here.
What’s not to like about free thinkers what they share.
Lol, free thinkers, pure bloods, a lot to like about American Digest.
Elvin Bishops, killing it on the stereo! “ we gonna boogie til the rooster crows!
VI
As for Elvin Bishop—according to Charlie Daniels—“He ain’t good lookin’ but he sure can play!” A guitar god and a blues master.
““WE”, let them steal a nation…” We saw it but had no idea it would go this far. We all thought, “Ok, this is really stupid commie shit, but surely it can’t go further.” But it went further. Much further. And now our—our?—government calls us “domestic terrorists”. Alright then. We know where it stands. Any man who does not see this by now is blind beyond hope.
“Mike, what I can tell you, is this. Your govt is scared shitless of We The People.” Damn right it is. We see naked fear in what it does, in what it says, what it plans. Let them fear. Let them hate.
“As a history teacher my friend you know how this works. After all it’s just history repeating itself, Or is it, is it different this time.” No. A rotting disease follows a certain path no matter the body infected. we are going the way of all decaying tissue, with this proviso: We have the antibodies of 100,000,000 firearms in private hands. All bets are off. History has no example of a government hated by one-third of its citizens, all of whom are armed to the teeth. Millions of us served in the Sandbox, and so are well versed in military operations. Funny, yes: The US Government trained the very men who will put her to death. We are about to—drum roll—make history.
“Mike, we’re all to busy enjoying the lives we carved out for ourselves.” Hell yes. We carved out our own lives free from government interference. And again, Hell yes we enjoy them. When the government intrudes upon our happiness…well, it should expect a certain reaction. A very certain reaction. We are men. We do what men do. What men have always done. We do what we were created to do. By God. By His Son.
“I happen to believe we can learn from other experiences…Everybody here has my respect…GV, provides a medium for informed educated, people with vision. That we sometimes cross wires is hardly “ a thing”. It’s just life brother.” Indeed. Nothing on the web like Gerard’s place. I can be myself, and learn from so many. I am a better man therefore.