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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2001-2022
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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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The Sidney Powell quote says it all. After successfully stealing the 2020 Presidential election, why would anyone ever think the democrats would ever permit another election that wasn’t rigged? It’s my understanding that the whole point of stealing is to keep that which was stolen.
And get better at it.
And not speaking out about it is being their b***h
If it weren’t for the beauty and the humor, I’d be crying after this.
Soldiers on the Normandy beachhead: weren’t they just anti fascists? Ba dum, tissshhh.
POYUS wants to tell you what to unthink, via private sosh media. I have enjoyed a bit of science fiction in my somewhat long lifetime, but I never went that deep into it. A repeating premise. or fiction line, was that in the future, corporations would wield undue power or influence, and that would become a central part of our loss of freedoms. I always rejected that story line as too out-there. OhhhhFark. GD it to hell. Here we go. How to fight corporate dictatorship? Obama armed his alphabet agencies, even the benign ones, to the hilt. Will we see corporations buying tanks and jets next?
CIA. That’s funny, except that it isn’t. Over half of the militaries and intel and police agencies of the nations on the planet – way over half – are pointed at their own people. We’ve enjoyed over 200 years where the military was not been the villain. Fuck that, now. Biden needs his name associated with that sea-change. Are the homeless camps his? Perhaps; I heard someone call them Bidenvilles. I would hang the new immigration non-policies around his neck. But the non-binary military with a case of the ass against patriotic americans. That pisses me off no end.
All them steers scratching their heads and saying, “Hey, where’s my butt hole? It was here a minute ago!…… SWALLWELL!!”
If the regime targets you they will send more than necessary to deliver you to evil at 3am.
They need to taste the other side of the blade.
The mayor(s) in your county should be extracted at 3am, taken to a remote area, and skinned alive.
At some point the patriots in this country will be enacting these deeds.
In the back of your mind you know this is true.
Before it starts, it should be in the front of your mind.
If you can’t wargame this out in your head now you won’t be able to act when the time comes and you will likely fall taking all your family with you.
You should have a very small and tight crew that assembles frequently and speaks freely about the current events past and present. Think of it as a pressure regulator that prevents your pop-off valve from blowing prematurely. Yes, the load gets lighter when it’s spread out among a few others, enabling you to do more, longer. Don’t just talk it, walk it!