[HT: Casey]
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
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
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.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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Wait.
I thought the word was that the hoon offed hisself?
If so, where are all these *hero’s* coming from?
Oh that’s right.
Participation trophies for all!
The perp took a round in the torso, and in the leg, from the citizen shooter. The story is that he shot himself at the end of the getaway, and I’m not sure how that part goes. The citizen shooter wholly disabused the perp of what he planned to do next, which could’ve included shooting up another church, or a WalMart, or you name it.
Crowder: What can I do to help you?
Willeford: I cant even go out of the house because of the media. Get them out of here
Crowder:………………silence………………..says nothing, does nothing
The USA has occasional hysterias. It’s been that way since the Salem Trials. I think this is another one. Loser and lost men think they are allowed a moment of revenge-driven madness on their way to the abyss. Most hysterias burn themselves out, as people slowly recognize the evil being done . This is not like that, this will have to be excised.
I don’t think there’s a way to identify these men in advance. I think there’s something in our culture that has been lost, something that once stayed the acts of these men.
This idea of dragging screaming innocents into the pit in order to not be alone, that must be purged. It will have to done by indirect means. The next time somebody is acting out his evil last moments, he ought to first see a forest of black-pitted muzzles pointing right back at him. If he’s sending evil down-range, he should damn well know that he’s gonna get a sustained volley of righteous return fire. Like what happened to the Daltons at Coffeyville, and the James-Youngers’ at Northfield. We must return to those days, at least for a while.
My brothers, we men are not granted lives of peace and tranquility, but one of duty and honor. It is our privilege to defend our civilization against its enemies.
It’s a little bigger than that John.
Look at what this loser brought onto his family.
The scorn, the embarrassment.
Or maybe they don’t care.
Whatever.
I come from a time when such things mattered.
You do not bring bad attention to your family.
Ever.
If you did the family disowned you.
If, when I was 23 and fresh out of the army, I had went bezeek and killed a bunch of people that “hero” wouldn’t have had a chance to shoot me cause my dad and his 2 brothers and my own 2 brothers would have chased me down instantly and I would have wished I was dead when they were through with me then they would have dragged me to the police dept and turned my ass in.
In the graduating class of 1972 at Fort Myers High School in Fort Myers, Florida there were several hundred students and out of all of them one girl became pregnant and she was quickly removed from the school. Just one. You don’t bring bad attention to your family nor your community and especially your school.
Contrast that with today. A girl getting pregnant while still in school is a badge of success, plus, the gov’t will reward her greatly. Everyone has traded true pride for false bravado and charcter doesn’t matter. Thank you Jethro Klintin.
Hollow, worthless people, lacking in substance and these shooters are endemic.
The brutal truth is that in an American adult male population of about 100,000,000, human nature extremes have resulted in about 5 – 10 mass murderers in recent years.
Go find and disempower them before they murder.
Don’t forget to ferret out deliberate polluters, pharmaceutical safety fakers, VA neglectful administrators, automotive safety sellouts, …,
resulting in 1000s of unnecessary deaths (murders, maimings).
No participation trophies in rural Texas. Mr Willeford & Mr Langendorff will be rewarded with a phalanx of media on their doorsteps, and vicious twatteratie in the twitterverse. Their quick-thinking,level-headedness is unfathomable to the people shoving mics in their faces.
In the next few days,they will be honored to attend the funerals of their townspeople,including the small children shot point-blank to hush their crying.
Willeford & Langendorff are normies in the America I was blessed to grow up in.
Well said, Miss Nori.
The man was well trained in firearms and when the time came, had enough courage to face the elephant.
That’s right on the money, Kansas.