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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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Most can be found back in their bed at night….in the insane asylum.
let me guess….15 agents investigating a noose. Zero agents assigned to hunt these scum down. Nice poster, though.
This is easy:
Put up a significant chunk of change as a reward. They will have no place to hide.
Set up a sting. Put up a statue of Donald Trump. They will quickly show up.
Bronze the bastards, set them on plinths for all to see, pour encourager les autres.
“If you have any information concerning these individuals or this incident, please contact….”
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Fuck you, with a baseball bat. You did NOTHING to prevent this crime AND you collected paychecks while NOT doing your job. Even if I knew who these asswipes were I wouldn’t tell you. You don’t intend to do anything worthwhile with them, just kabuki theater. So yeah, fuck you with a double headed machete, sideways. Asshole.
Dead-on, ghost-
Exactly what I was thinking. The Park Police are donut dippers on steroids. DC is a bastion of dead beats on tax payer money.
It pains me to say that my trust in the G man is at an absolute low, and my memory is very, very long.
The point of decision is when the crime is taking place.
If the FBI wants to get back on the freedom wagon, they can fukn start investigating the mayors, governors and city councilmen who gladhand these rioters.
https://www.justice.gov/usao Check this site daily. Perps are being busted, but not as fast as I would like. Through cross hairs would be fine.
Lucky #13 must be Colin Kapernick. The fired and washed up ex-NFL QB.
I agree with you Ghost. The government knows, and likely has long known, all there is to know about these assholes and their intent. Government dropped the ball on these and a butt load of others just like them. Sorry Big Brother, I can’t help your ass.
Bet ya’ a good percentage are government employees, or working for a 100% federal-funded NGO .