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File Under: “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
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— Yugopnik (@yugopnik) July 13, 2022
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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.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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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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Wait a minute! Just before the flashing screen triggered my epilepsy I saw a naked woman. Could you remove all the other stuff and leave that picture? Asking for a friend.
Slow it down with Thumbs+ and you’ll see 3 more.
Those are some large breasted Spanish women for sure.
Its weird, I disagree,
it’s amazing what a boot,,,, four foot up some shitbag communists ass,,,,,,changes their fucked up orbit thru life.
Their is no talking thru this bull shit. Gonna require a good ol curb stomping.
Facts Matter!
Interesting stuff. I clicked and stopped to look all the way. At 0:23 there’s the room where Nicolas, Alexandra and the kids were mowed down by Lenin’s goons. They must have spent a couple thousand rounds for all of the wall damage that was incurred.
Possibly I am missing out on an interesting video. Is there a way to view this outside of being a member of Twitter? Never have joined Twit or Face and never will.
I never joined twitter… or facebook… or lots of stuff. Directly below the Bastille image is a video that reads: “The following media includes potentially sensitive content.” I can’t resist clicking something that says that, so I clicked “view” and watched this action packed video composed of hundreds of images. That didn’t open for you?
1789 is cool but 1848-1850 is the Year Zero era for the comrade’s Long March to burn it all down?
Well, that was kinda like being high on speed and attending a disco with a light show.
The visible rot in our national fruit comes from a bruise many generations back; the particulars I do not have at hand, but nothing comes from nothing. Tracing the origin might be an interesting academic project, but we already know the cause and we’re living with the effect: corruption by people entrusted specifically to defend against corruption.
You know the pattern and the exception; schooled by elites in law and glad-handing, manipulator of words and encoder of fact to fit narrative. The pattern extends from local to national office and each of those elected and un-elected office holders enjoys considerable success. The exception is seen local to national, with no elite law school degree, and a populist agenda usually accompanied by language skills less polished and more direct. It is that lack of polish, the everyman stance, the commoner language that is the inevitable tar baby trap. The exception doesn’t fit with the smooth talking persuaders, doesn’t care about expanding governmental reach, and believes change can take place Constitutionally “if not now, when and if not me, who?”. He tries to do battle with the monster and slams his fist in the sticky goo, and well, now they got him.
And no, there is no correction by soft dialogue and patient debate because if there were we would have it by now. Correction when we are so far flung from our intended path is not likely, ever, but it it is to happen it will be a frontal attack against artillery. It’s happened before and it isn’t pretty; it most often does not end as intended.
What are the options when we are no longer represented? How are we to insure the vote when a mountain of evidence proves otherwise? Will the trajectory change by some heavenly pressure, or will change only come from force?
Storm the modern US Bastille? The motivations now are similar to those felt by Frenchmen in 1789.