QOTD: “What happens when The Purge meets Red Dawn + Fallling Down in real life?”
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
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
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“What happens when The Purge meets Red Dawn + Fallling Down in real life?”
People die.
“What happens when….”
People die.
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Oh, puhlease!
people die all the time.
everybody dies sooner or later.
Well, not everybody all at the same time.
so far.
I useta get “the look” from timid soy men (“Should I be afraid?”) and karenic screamales (“Should I tell someone?”) when I carried openly.
No longer.
Maybe tee shirts with a pic of a guy on the street with his bleeding head kicked in, and the words, “Maybe beg with real tears and they won’t beat you to death.” Followed by a pic of a Smith and Wesson .357, and the words, “Or, point this at their face and squeeze.”
It’s 1984 and the bad guys arrived by parachute in Red Dawn. It’s 2020 and the bad guys arrived via the ballot box.
Something to consider:
While these street festivities go on unabated, be certain that other players on the world stage are watching very closely. China certainly has a slew of its own problems, but they would welcome the opportunity to assist in the demise of our nation, covertly, of course. They may even take this as a chance to play a strong hand on Taiwan. Figuring U.S. is preoccupied with internal matters and therefore unable to respond meaningfully. And would’t that be an indication to the world that this country is no longer made of the same metal as her forebears?
Also, Off Topic, but Western Rifle Shooters appears to be gone. Glitch? Didn’t pay the rent? Permanently banned? Any word?
You can always find Pete on GAB.
CA said on Gab that Wordpress nuked WRSA today for “violating terms of service”.
No doubt whatsoever WRSA’s been in their crosshairs for some time. Chickensh*ts.
CA and his readers ain’t going away,Wordpress cyber twats.
I heart WRSA but they are a ship of fools for having that inside wordpress’s perimeter. It’s what? $8 to $20 a month to have it on their own domain.
POST #1 WRSA REBOOT CYCLE
1955E 2JUN2020
That Would Be Called An “Indicator”
One of the early goals of all Red revolutions is the seizure or destruction of all information distribution outlets.
There is only one truth to the Communist: that day’s party line.
Woe unto those who do not adhere.
The second iteration of the Western Rifle Shooters Association (WRSA) blog, hosted by Wordpress, was nuked today.
While it is a loss, it was a deliberate sacrifice of a player to increase situational awareness.
The Reds are on the move.
The prize is the former United States of America.
The Red cares not about race, except to the extent it can and is used to befog the naive about the Party’s real goals.
WRSA was, first and always, a freedom advocacy site.
It was shot out of the saddle today by an arm of the Communist enemy propaganda machine.
Their attack did not kill WRSA.
Nor did it kill a single one of its followers.
The totalitarian bastards really can’t stop the signal.
Take heart, not just in this tiny skirmish but in the overall struggle to save the West, from WRSA’s final masthead:
“This is only the beginning of the reckoning. This is only the first sip, the first foretaste of a bitter cup which will be proffered to us year by year unless by a supreme recovery of moral health and martial vigour, we arise again and take our stand for freedom as in the olden time.”
― Winston Churchill
Forward.
https://gab.com/WRSA/posts/104277105566412775