Sunday Evening with Good Old Joe
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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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No thanks, I just ate.
srsly, the dood just creeps me out man.
And when I stretch that idea out, that he occupies the WH, I almost collapse.
Like I’m reading a million page horror novel and I am the main character.
Hand me another brew…
Just saw it. Your “million page horror novel” just went into its 2nd edition. Watching the surreal shenanigans on the Potomac makes me wonder if we are not lost in the pages of Kafka or Borges. Or in a Dali painting.
Where’s the exit? There is none.
As much as I despise that worn-out, deadbeat, child fondler, he’s just the puppet at the podium. Even if his heart will quit on him publicly, for all the world to enjoy, his handlers would have another to prop up in his place within hours.
On another note I was flipping channels a day or two ago and the spotlight was on Huma Abedin, Hillary’s muslim brotherhood affiliated bi-sexual lover and Hummer stated that a national political run is something that she would consider. I think it might have been Savannah Guthrie or one of those other media whores who was quizzing this muslim version of AOC but there are so many of those bitches on the tube I may have that wrong. Anyway, I’d consider that comment just a
heads up for those who might be listening.