An Accidental Virus Release Here, an Accidental Dam Failure There, Pretty Soon You’re Inside an Accidental World War
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
Gerard Van der Leun
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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And let us not forget the PLA ramming small fishing vessels of their neighbors who dispute the 9 dash line claim to the South China Sea, the persecution of all religions under the rule of Emperor Xi, the organ harvesting of dissidents, the threat to take Taiwan by force, the imposition of the new “security law” in H.K. and so much more.
The U.S. and China have clearly entered the Cold War stage. It will only take one small incident in the Formosa Straights or South China Sea and everything goes hot.
No big deal, there would only be about 400 million people dead, injured or their livelihood seriously destroyed. This reminds me, for some reason, of the famous quote, “Oh the humanity”. It’s hard to believe that a SNAFU of this magnitude is even conceivable. Yet, the CCP could very well finally accomplish the hellish opposite of their “Peoples Paradise”. Even so the rioting idiots in Seattle would probably still try to impose their disgusting Marxist will on decent people claiming “The Chinese didn’t do it as well as we could”.
Denny-
The subtle racism of assuming roundeye could do communism better than slanteye…
the bright side being all those drowned will never again be subjected to that ***t background music…
Denny sed: “Oh, the huge manatee!”
Drunk already today, ghost?
& then I read the article about the baboons in the safari park armed with knives and chain saws.
Right you are Mr. ONeil, I should not have replied, our entire world is really about the enemy within a man’s heart.
Do they have nuclear power plants?