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“Strange days have found us… Strange days have tracked us down…”
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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Strange days, indeed. Like some sort of cosmic Pandora’s Box has been open and everything is 180 degrees out of phase. I find I am simply weary of all of it. Want to kneel instead of stand for the anthem? Well, have at it asshole. Don’t know what flavah of human sexuality you are? Guess what: I couldn’t care less about you or your mental illness. Just stay the hell away from me. And the list of degenerate mis-fit toys goes on and on.
Interesting coincidence: Lately, I’ve been re-visiting another tasty Doors entree that really sums it up:
I need a brand new friend who doesn’t bother me
I need a brand new friend who doesn’t trouble me
I need someone, yeah, who doesn’t need me
Strange days, indeed.
The Crazy Years and more.
1984.
I’m delighted to be 80 and looking back, not 18 and looking ahead.
re: Dem’s debate
BIG WIND,HEAP DUST,NO RAIN.
I think you hit the nail perfectly, Gerard. This hand raising of the dems will be an iconic photo. One day, God forbid, the people in the new dark ages will look back and know that a democratic vote to kill our society was pivotal.
I’ve said this before, but I remain convinced that at least one reason why we are sliding into the Crazy Years is that anyone anywhere else but the deepest of jungles knows that it only takes one or two bad decisions to trigger Ragnarok. This has been the case for most of a lifetime, now, and it has to have seeped into the collective consciousness.
In my rear view mirror the sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
And I think of all the good things
That we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions
Confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust to come.
The wire that holds the cork
That keeps the anger in
Gives way
And suddenly it’s day again.
The sun is in the east
Even though the day is done.
Two suns in the sunset
Hmm
Could be the human race is run.
Like the moment when the brakes lock
And you slide towards the big truck
“Oh no!”
“Daddy, Daddy!”
You stretch the frozen moments with your fear.
And you’ll never hear their voices
And you’ll never see their faces
You have no recourse to the law anymore.
And as the windshield melts
My tears evaporate
Leaving only charcoal to defend.
Finally I understand the feelings of the few.
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friend
We were all equal in the end.
Strange days indeed. Where we live everyone is busy stockpiling food. No joke. Whole Food has totally run out of quail eggs.
We needed to see this. All of it. We would not have believed it otherwise.
It Will get worse.
Richard’s Doors quotes hit the mark.
That bedroom. First glance,it was a gory crime scene. Closer inspection reveals rose embossed sheets.
“My tears evaporate leaving only charcoal to defend.”
No,we are not equal in the end. We’re not equal in the beginning or the middle.
Deal with it.
OK.
It’s drivin’ me nuts.
What’s the deal on the picture of the guys in white suits? Chernobyl? Sci fi? And why are the suits padlocked? I gots ta’ know!
JWM
Thank you Rabbit! Best laugh all week.
JWM,
The bunny suits look like asbestos to me. How about those four finger gloves!
I recently saw that photo of the Commie candidates with their hands raised. Might have seen it on AD but the things was captioned with “Who Wants To Lose The Election”? Each of them are the Devil’s own children if any ever existed and I think those fuckers only represent half of the pack that is begging for authority.
Preserving a democratic republic of free people requires a willingness to eradicate those who would destroy it and t’s simply too bad that US policy doesn’t demand that anyone who advocates or promotes their marxist platforms isn’t either lined up and shot or sent into exile, never to return.
The preposterous left hurts America so much. Could that be the plan? I have been alone a lot lately with my thoughts. And so I have come to wonder. Could the left’s collective insanity and consuming rage against conservatives have been visited upon them by the Good Lord Himself?
Most likely He loathes, in His way, the left for aborting babies.
January 22, 1973. Roe decided by a group of SCOTUS justices.
Say you are the Lord. You lovingly fashion conception as the point at which Your Grace and the love for Man come together and create a new being. Tiny and vulnerable yet in possession of that most miraculous thing, a soul. How can You, as the Lord God, bear the destruction of Your tiny new creation? It is one thing, and certainly bad enough, when an individual sins in this way. Forgiveness is a possibility for an individual. But when a collective, the left, unrepentant, pushes support for abortion in the abstract, thus opening the door wide for normalizing killing the unborn?
Well, isn’t God’s wrath is the stuff of legend?
If there is a God, heaven help the United States
These are interesting:
The Imaginative Conservative has a thoughtful series entitled Letters from Dante. These are essays on advice that ancient thinkers would give to people of today.
https://theimaginativeconservative.org/category/senior-contributors/louis-markos/letters-from-dante-series
Law and Liberty has an interesting series on Michael Anton’s “After the Flight 93 Election.”
https://www.lawliberty.org/2019/07/09/michael-anton-after-the-flight-93-election-symposium/
@ Jaynie Could the left’s collective insanity and consuming rage against conservatives have been visited upon them by the Good Lord Himself? +++++
Considering that most, if not all, of the Insane Left shares the common trait of being militantly atheistic, it seems to me that the self-induced God-sized hole in their psyches was quite predictably filled with all manner of lunacy. That these individuals who are hell-bent to live disordered lifestyles are now experiencing torrents of dis-ease, is only logical and to be expected.
Borrowing on your question, I recall an old adage that went something like, “Those who the gods would destroy, they first make mad.” It’s a pleasant thought. . Just make sure you’re viewing from a safe distance.
I recently stumbled upon an interesting book by David Mamet titled “The Secret Knowledge: On the Dismantling of American Culture”. https://tinyurl.com/y3mpzxmv
Mamet makes numerous interesting points throughout his book. Among them was one I had never really considered. Specifically, what the left has attempted – and largely succeeded in doing – is to have removed predictability in our social relationships with one another. This must have a corrosive effect on our culture and society.