There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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“Remember, when you are dead, you do not know you are dead. It is only painful for others.
The same applies when you are stupid.”
― Ricky Gervais
“It is usually futile to try to talk facts and analysis to people who are enjoying a sense of moral superiority in their ignorance.”
Thomas Sowell
I like the Babylon Bee’s take.
https://babylonbee.com/news/don-lemon-joined-by-flock-of-monocled-geese-in-tophats-for-extensive-belly-laugh
Rick Wilson’s high school classmates (he didn’t have friends) called him “Jughead”. For obvious reasons.
7 people in that ad, a good cross section of the left, a twice failed presidential candidate who looks like she’s coming off a 20 day meth run, two hoemoes, a senile old degenerate, an unwatched media hack with “tingles”, a third world chump who doe bad bad racist impressions of real Americans and a jugeared failed political consultant who couldn’t net Jeff Epstein elected president of the Pedophile Club. Nice party a*sholes
Excuse the typos, still on my first cup of coffee
Apparently what passes for wit, humor and clever repartee within the “elites” is the type of talk that is quite common among children of middle-school age. If this is the moral/intellectual level at which these people operate then it is no wonder they are obsessed with outward appearance, pee-pees and poo-poos, status and name-calling.