“Free speech will end on November 3rd if Democrats gain control.”
Scott Adams: Free speech for me but not for thee? Take it.
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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
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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Being facile verbally is a fine thing. But I’d suggest Scott Adams consider preparing for the next stage of Free Speech suppression; when they break down his door and beat him, bust out his teeth, break his fingers and throw bleach in his eyes. Ask Andy Ngo how that works in the early stages.
President Trump quite frankly hasn’t yet gotten even token control of DOJ or the Federal Courts and the Prisons would be doing land office business, 24/7. Until then it only going to get worse and more deadly.
When your cartoonists are you champions, the world is a very interesting place, indeed. I listen to SA consistently. It’s noteworthy that reason and persuasion are not common skills in the public arena. The Dilbert artist has that in abundance.
Here’s how I conceptualize what the Left is trying to do with free speech: For at least the last 50 years, we in the US have had robust free speech coming from any and all sides of the culture and politics. Even very extreme Leftists have been able to climb up on platforms and deliver any message they chose, up to and including such doozies as “there is no biological male/female sex binary” and that “there is such a thing as Feminist Glaciology.” Respect for free speech in both culture and law gave them all the room they needed to saturate us with their own preferred speech. But now that they have everyone’s attention, they want to pull the ladder up and stand on their broadcast platform alone, denying anyone else the same opportunity to find a platform for their own speech. Bastards.
Bastards indeed. It’s a good thing that in the end free speech will prevail and they will lose.