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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
Gerard Van der Leun
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Uncle Creeper is in charge of America….wow
Hey! It is just part of the price of showing that you are “down” with Dah Man. Ain’t like he gets to take her home or like he pee’d on someone’s leg. Just a little grope and snuffle. How’s that balance against the possibility of great career advancement? That used to be backroom stuff, or late in the party, but now it is a photo-Op. The “B” seems proud of his skill with the females. Victory pix seem to run in the family.
The video creeped me out. It reminded me of a Saturday night back in the 80’s.
The dinner house/bar combination was an easy Saturday night out. I’d hit the Black Angus, or El Torrito, have too many beers, and once in a while even dance, or hit on some chicks. One Saturday night the remnants of a wedding party were all together in the lounge, and dance floor at the B.A. It was getting late, and I was chatting with a few of the regulars I’d see there. We watched some pudgy, balding guy in his mid-late 40’s, still in his suit, pull this, maybe ten year old girl in her party dress out onto the dance floor. The guy had had a few. Surely he thought he was playing it cool. He wasn’t. It was startlingly obvious. You could see the guy was jonesing bad to get his hands on that kid. He was so patently lecherous, that the poor girl looked mortified, and the dude was getting the stink-eye, HARD, from everyone in the bar. I’m not kidding, it was gut-dropping creepy to see.
Obviously so, ’cause it was lurking around deep in the memory hole just waiting for something to bring it up.
Like footage of the President of the United States.
JWM
Says everything about the ruling elites.
Vain, smug, lecherous, rapacious, entitled, invulnerable in their own minds….
A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I
will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition. [King Lear, Act 2, Scene 2]
“The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril”
[The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act 3, Scene 5]
“That trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?”
[Henry IV Part 1, Act 2, Scene 4]
“Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.”
[As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7]
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. [King Lear, Act 2, Scene 4]
“Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! [Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2]
“You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!”
[Henry IV, Part 1 Act 2, Scene 4]
“Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon”
[Timon of Athens, Act 4, Scene 3]
“Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch! [Henry IV Part 1, Act 2, Scene 4]
“Thou lump of foul deformity”
[Richard III, Act 1, Scene 2)
Trang,
Creepy Joe isn’t in charge of anything. I suspect he has someone change his diaper too.
Lance,
Their undoing will be that they are “invulnerable in their own minds”.
No one is invulnerable.
And to the question: Why are the emasculated fathers (and vacuous mothers) going along with this degenerate pervert touching and smelling their daughters?
Because these people care more about power and position than about protecting their families from leacherous predators….either that or they are perverts as well.
Separation of child from family is a basic marxist tenet- it seems effectively done with schooling, and as Biden illustrates the diminishing of child/adult moral boundaries.
The BLM frankly presented this precept on its webpage until brought into the light, at which point it was memory holed.
Why do adults tolerate this creepiness? Because they just can’t bring themselves to believe what their eyes are seeing. The creeper is usually someone who is highly respected or well loved. When I was 11 an old leecher tried to get his hands on me during the post-church service coffee time, when everyone would chat at the back of the church. He would creep closer trying to “pat” me, telling me how pretty I was, and I would just keep moving around the circle of my parents and their friends to keep out of his reach. Even at that young age, I knew instinctively that he was evil. We must have circled around about four times before he gave up. He had tried it before on other Sundays. I told my mom about it and how I didn’t want him near me, and she just dismissed it. She told me that he was just a sweet, old man who was friendly to everyone and just loved children. No. He was a dirty old leecher with wandering hands that touched little kids in their “swimsuit” areas. He moved on to other prey and none of the adults ever did anything about it.
Black hole sun won’t you come…
https://tinyurl.com/tbt3zds9
That lecherous old lizard would gladly sexually abuse those little girls. GDPOS.
I had to turn it off 6 minutes in when Biden stared sniffing and gripping.
“creep” is a legal term, as is “mope”.
“creeping’ is a charge, as is “moping”.
“moping with intent to creep”, another.
in the “loitering” magnitude.
That vid has more then enough evidence to lock that creep up. Why? We live in a two tier system. One for the rich and powerful, one for the common man and woman.
Don’t shit yourself, there are Men and Women whom are completely Above The Law!
VI
“The LAW?”
“THE LAW??”
(looks around) “What law Drew?”