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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”
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
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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.
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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!