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Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
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
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.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Gerard Van der Leun
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OK Karens,
Y’all remember when the Surgeon General, first initial Everett Chickenkoop or whatever, started the move to save us all from dying of cancer by snuffing tobacco use? Well, back then right around 21% of US folks were dying of cancer.
I checked the morbidity tables a couple of months ago and, oddly enough, right around 21% of US folks are still dying of cancer.
Believing what the US government said about smoking is like believing what the US government said about:
1. The Warren Commission
2. The Gulf of Tonkin Incident
3. Food Pyramids
4. Cholesterol
5. The 2020 Election
6. Waco
7. Ruby Ridge
8. Any number of “false flag” events involving shootings
9. Richard Jewel
10. Watergate
11. Making the world “Safe for Democracy”
12. Senator Joseph McCarthy
13. Climate Change
14. Electric cars
15. COVID
16. “Vaccines”
17. Transgenderism
18. Causes and transmission of AIDS
19. The Tuskegee Experiment
20. Seth Rich, Michael Hastings, Vincent Foster et al.
21. The assassinations of Bobby and Martin
22. Far-Right Extremism
23. White Supremacy
24. Islamic Terror
25. Racism
And so on ad infinitum.
A prostitute is more honest than the US government. At least with her, the price is stated up front, a real service is provided and both parties are satisfied.
Corolla is “Jimmy” Kimmels old runnin’ buddy.
Fuk both with rusty barbwire.
@Mike Austin:
Stop makin’ me laugh, Mikey! Stuff is coming out of my nose! My absolute favorite is #3, Food Pyramids, which, during the Obama Administration, mutated into a Dali-esque pie chart guaranteed to confuse anyone who actually ate food off a plate. I use it as teaching example of what can go seriously wrong if math illiterates are allowed anywhere near a pie chart. (https://myplate-prod.azureedge.net/sites/default/files/styles/medium/public/2020-10/myplate-logo–orange-bg.jpg?itok=UpfmOeDA)
I remember that chart being forced upon me even in college, when I had to take a “health” class as part of graduation requirements. I memorized it just to pass the class, but I never paid any attention to it in real life. I ate what I wanted, drank what I wanted, smoked what I wanted, and did pretty much what I wanted. I still live my life that way, though within the confines of a 68 year old body.
@Mike Austin:
Stop makin’ me laugh, Mikey! Stuff is coming out of my nose! My absolute favorite is #3, Food Pyramids, which, during the Obama Administration, mutated into a Dali-esque pie chart guaranteed to confuse anyone who actually ate food off a plate. I use it as teaching example of what can go seriously wrong if math illiterates are allowed anywhere near a pie chart. (https://myplate-prod.azureedge.net/sites/default/files/styles/medium/public/2020-10/myplate-logo–orange-bg.jpg?itok=UpfmOeDA)
https://www.amazon.com/End-America-J-Sefton/dp/1735192821/ref=sr_1_5?crid=2AUGZXVP8UHVW&dchild=1&keywords=the+end+of+america&qid=1635202544&sprefix=the+end+of+america%2Caps%2C157&sr=8-5
Perhaps it’s just a coincidence of history, but tobacco companies once used doctors to help market their product. Only after many decades, did the medical profession admit that there might be health problems associated with smoking, let alone engage in truly preventive or therapeutic care. Think about that when your physician tells you to get the totally effective, safe vaccine; or get lost. Shocking that money or power might even possibly affect medical behavior or ethics. Government ethics? I think that’s an oxymoron,
https://www.history.com/news/cigarette-ads-doctors-smoking-endorsement
https://humanevents.com/2021/12/06/report-research-sponsored-by-covid-19-vaccine-makers-undermines-mandates/
When I read the phrase “medical ethics” the ghost of Doctor Mengele appears. He’s laughing.
“ Do I really need a rocket launcher”
Makes traffic jams a breeze. Kinda like Pavlov’s dog, those in and causing the traffic jam see a single person exit the vehicle to their rear. Something strangely familiar over their shoulder. Impatience becomes concern, concern Leeds to panic, when “ they” recognize the RPG 7 being pointed directly at the obvious problem.
The disturbing part is, “ They” see a “ three pack, of rockets strapped to the warriors back. The first loud noise is a bump in the night. two, three and four, and he has your total attention.
Yea, I could use a rocket launcher, as long as it’s” all I can eat”,,,,,,,, salad served up, with my extra rockets.
Frankly a few “ well placed” rocket shots are going to be needed,
VI
Or as we say in this plague drenched times, “This rocket up your ass is just what the doctor ordered.”
The doctor will see you now.
Thy Arse is an exit only! Nothing further.
VI
fagz never got the memo
In that case, I’d say you are now about three colonoscopies behind.