Orwell’s Final Warning
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Gerard Van der Leun
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
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
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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Orwell warns, “. . . don’t let it happen . . .”
We did let it happen. The Federal government is “nearly” 100% composed of every sort of vile human being ever to walk the earth. Liars, thieves, child molesters, murderers, rapists, cowards and on and on.
The current unelected President is signing executive orders as fast as his arthritic hand can manipulate a pen to paper. The legislative branch of swine are hiding behind their new concertina wire topped fence with thousands of armed guards passing legislation to further remove the rights of the people. Approximately 100 million of these people are at the end of their patience. Possibly even a greater number.
The Federal gov is a totally illegitimate group of thugs. We know this is true. The gov goons know we know now. Zero gov investigation of election “irregularities”. Irregularities? How ’bout massive international fraud.
Why the unending attacks on Donald J. Trump? The criminals are behind the fenced area of DC and outside all over the land we call USA.
There is no law, friends.
as above.
now, random terror.
FICUS is signing nothing. Someone else is. Twitching marionettes and sock puppets are too weak to hold a bic.
The problem with Orwell’s warning is that today there is no longer a “We.”
Reading tonight how Ted Cruz is shitting on Trump. You see, his election fraud complaint is all unsubstantiated and unproven, we are supposed to believe.
See: my rant before about the fukking voting machines. Vote fraud is both plausible, and probable; Cruz can shove it up his lawyerly ass.
Oh, it was “never proven in court.” Like I am supposed to eat that dung like a geek eats his puss.
I’ve got something unsubstantiated: Covid. That is mathematics: where are the dead in the streets in the millions? How about Marxism? How’s that go, Einstein? Proven evil in dozens of countries around the world. Track record of success: zero wins.
Anyway, words don’t work on these DC morons anymore. If you are a Republican in DC, you are dead to me. I know ye not.
Orwell speaks from the grave and I wish it was all fiction. GD the writers, anyway. Ripping off the bandage.