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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
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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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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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