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Thank You True Heroes of the Chinese Flu Crisis

by Vanderleun on April 26, 2020

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ghostsniper April 26, 2020, 9:32 AM

The world gov’t should just go ahead and declare everybody a hero and get it over with.
What’s that old saying?, “When everybody’s a hero nobody’s a hero.”
I think the last hero on this planet was back about 1954 and everyone else since has been a flatdik poser.
–yawn–
I need either a nap or a mud on this cold assed rainy day.

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Casey Klahn April 26, 2020, 10:21 AM

Haha hahaah haha.

fukncelebrities. Less relevant every day.

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tired dog April 26, 2020, 12:34 PM

To hell with these sanctimonious satraps who have become ‘famous for being famous’.

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Fin April 26, 2020, 5:16 PM

Oh, man, how am I going to clean all of the sarcasm that is splattered all over the inside of my monitor?

Thanks for the smiles.

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Bill Jones April 26, 2020, 5:36 PM

The Germans have a word for it.

Backfeifengesicht: A face searching for a fist.

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gwbnyc April 26, 2020, 7:14 PM

we get the “hero” thing here in nyc pretty heavy. it was worn out before this virus thing- it’s like porn, it’s just not special anymore…

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Morgan K Freeberg April 27, 2020, 8:52 AM

Get back to work, you f*cking c*nt!! — hehehe.

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James ONeil April 27, 2020, 10:53 AM

Why I often think fondly of some celebrities, when I toss a faggot in the wood stove.

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Callmelennie April 27, 2020, 2:56 PM

You had me at “dogshit, broke ass hearts”

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Once by the Pacific

The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.

— Robert Frost

At the Sulzberger’s Summer Home

Bright blooms of flame spattered shadows on that tide
Whose strangling fingers clawed into our lands,
And scraped out slots, fresh graves upon our sands.

A far-off signal flared and sputtering fell,
Its bloom of sparks erupting deep in slate,
But, like our last edition, this signal came too late.

The drumming bursts of broken cannons
Stomped along the edges of our gilded cage,
And faded like the lies we smeared on our front page,

Faded until all we heard of want or wish or war
Were the screams of our grandchildren slain
Beyond our gilded sand, upon our once fruited plain.

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