“Who wouldn’t feel helpless every day? Coming together reminds us that we are not alone, that we are part of an enormous community of activists who are motivated and angry, whose actions can make a difference.”
Their actions may make a difference, to be sure, but perhaps not in the way they are intending. The sight of these unhinged minions binging on bitterness, self-pity, and outrage coming together to collectively howl at the moon is something that will drive more Americans into the arms of Trump.
I have a sweet schadenfreude at their crunchy Freudenschade. More of this, please.
TerryOctober 25, 2017, 1:50 PM
A swift punch directly into the nose for some and ball bat to the skull for others should suffice.
Monty JamesOctober 25, 2017, 3:15 PM
“Ayup, ‘course, those were the days when the kids had that fad for LARPing internet memes. Late Teens, it was, on into the Twenties. At first it was Socialist Streetfighter, then during the anniversary of the election it was Synchronized Psychotic Break. Got out of hand, too, that’s how the War got going.”
“Run along now and tell the strawboss that if those liberals don’t get the stones out of the field, there won’t be a movie in the prisoner barracks Saturday night.”
Anyone running for office would be a fool not to send someone to get some video footage of this stuff for the campaign.
Wacky wailers at the silent Moon
Be so kind as to bay in tune.
Vent your spleen of frustration,
Your mind of useless encrustation.
Of loudness, rhythm take your picks
Revel in your rights as Luna-tics.
Snakepit KansasOctober 25, 2017, 7:57 PM
There is a naive young woman at work that has Hillary and Bernie stickers posted around her cube. I could not help myself and recently asked her how The Resistance was progressing. She did not know how to respond. I think in years to come she may see the light.
NahanniOctober 25, 2017, 10:06 PM
Time to bring back insane asylums for these precious snowflakes who obviously are in desperate need of a “safe space”. Rubber rooms are great safe spaces.
Rich FaderOctober 26, 2017, 4:19 AM
Are they planning to eat poo to go along with barking at the moon?
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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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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
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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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I have a sweet schadenfreude at their crunchy Freudenschade. More of this, please.
A swift punch directly into the nose for some and ball bat to the skull for others should suffice.
“Ayup, ‘course, those were the days when the kids had that fad for LARPing internet memes. Late Teens, it was, on into the Twenties. At first it was Socialist Streetfighter, then during the anniversary of the election it was Synchronized Psychotic Break. Got out of hand, too, that’s how the War got going.”
“Run along now and tell the strawboss that if those liberals don’t get the stones out of the field, there won’t be a movie in the prisoner barracks Saturday night.”
Anyone running for office would be a fool not to send someone to get some video footage of this stuff for the campaign.
And for some of us it will be laugh outrageously day.
Wacky wailers at the silent Moon
Be so kind as to bay in tune.
Vent your spleen of frustration,
Your mind of useless encrustation.
Of loudness, rhythm take your picks
Revel in your rights as Luna-tics.
There is a naive young woman at work that has Hillary and Bernie stickers posted around her cube. I could not help myself and recently asked her how The Resistance was progressing. She did not know how to respond. I think in years to come she may see the light.
Time to bring back insane asylums for these precious snowflakes who obviously are in desperate need of a “safe space”. Rubber rooms are great safe spaces.
Are they planning to eat poo to go along with barking at the moon?
The key word is “helplessly”.
I bathe in liberal tears.
And screams.
Would love to see someone walk up with a medieval mace and smash them right on top of the skull.