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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
The Vault
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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A collage of adolescent minds trapped inside adult body’s with permission to do what they and to whom they want anytime they want without repercussion. Eventually this will stop.
Just don’t know ghost, think their plenty of blame to go around. This shit show is generations before the newest crop of communists. I view it as flawed DNA. The real question is,
Is it my DNA or the lefts DNA which is flawed?
Dirk
“All White peoples be racisss,” belched Laqueefia Analpolypiqua L’ Gasbag, as she reached, two handed, deep into her balloonimous posterior, hauled out a smashed Krispy Cream Donut, inspected it for dingleberries and, finding a few, stuffed it into her massive maw, while mumbling her philosophical position to a newt that showed little interest.
“Dayyooomissadayyyyyooodaylightcomeanmewangohomehonkhonkwuzzawuzzgimmedats”
Lance, I spit my coffee up. Made my 0500 wake up call worth it.
Have a good one.
On the girl with the camera… First time I saws this phenomenon was whilst driving up I-5 to Sacto to see my daughter.
Doing 80 in the ‘slow’ lane; got passed by a car full of college kids. One was recording the trip on her phone, I imagine for future reference.
No clue that the only time we have is ‘right now’, and it just keeps on slippin’ into the future. or about what she was missing.
I read “Mad” magazine as a youth. One of its cartoons was about a man and his family taking a vacation in Europe. They each had a camera, and took hundreds of pictures a day. Upon their return a neighbor asked, “Well, did you all have a good time in Europe?” The man replied, “I don’t know yet. I have to get the film developed.”
It is impossible these days to avoid seeing people who have a machine stuck to their face. Their real lives seem to reside outside of their souls, outside of their bodies, outside of their minds. Indeed, it seems as if man and device are one. Their greatest nightmare is to be without their machine. Their greatest joy is to always possess the latest version of it. Their greatest thrill is to play with a new app. These creatures are strangers to me. I do not know them.
I spend much time outdoors backpacking and bikepacking. More and more it is the same in the wilds as it is in our cities. So-called “nature lovers” walk around glued to a machine. It tells them which trails to take, where the water sources are, where there are off-shoot paths, and so on. There is hardly a way to escape from this madness, even for a short time.
Regarding that obscenely obese black woman lecturing white folks about “racism”: Miss Barnhardt went to her website and had a look around. It was not fun, but somebody had to do it. Ann did it.
https://www.barnhardt.biz/2021/10/15/a-sobering-read-critical-race-theory-and-all-marxist-social-projects-ultimately-create-diabolical-narcissists-whose-trajectory-is-explicitly-suicidal/
Read the obese woman’s screed, and then remember that the US Government pays her to harass whites. Some of her emanations:
“I wish that the people who love me could live in the escapism that I am a whole person who wants to live forever with my niggas, because who am I to ruin their fantasies of me that keep them more alive. I wish I could avoid being the reason for a life-shattering tragedy and imparting sadness on other people. I wish I wanted to be here. I wish I wasn’t a burden in a world that buries us.”
Don’t ask me what she means. I have no idea.
Your tax dollars at work.