The Cesspool of LA: “They’re celebrating a child rapist and fugitive from justice.”
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
Gerard Van der Leun
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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Americans have known since the Silent Era that these people were like this. They’ve never been given any reason to think that their behavior won’t be rewarded with money, fame, drink, drugs, sex, child slaves, or immunity from consequences for same. I suppose I’ll take whatever scourging is on offer, but I know there will be a hundred that will never happen.
We don’t have a culture in this country. We have industries. The film and television industries, the publishing industry, the music industry, the education industry, news media. All of them run by groups that have fit themselves to run it, all nepotistic, not truly matching the majority group that founded and built this country.
Comment issues, again?
Off with his nutz!
I have a strange feeling these two are trying to get out in front of something:
https://gab.ai/Montag/posts/13283882
NO comment issues other than the usual holdups because something has insulted Askimet, the filter. It is upgraded continuously and sometimes words turn up in the filter that haven’t been spam before. I try to get on this as fast as possible but it is a manual process.
I’ll remember. Thank you for taking the trouble.
Monty,
Very well said, sir and thank you. I am not that articulate.
Between 1880 and 1920 the US imported two million of these Askanaze filth.
It was a stunningly stupid error.
Monty nailed it. “They’ve never been given any reason to think that their behaviour won’t be rewarded with money, fame , drink, drugs, sex , child slaves, or immunity from consequenses for same.”
This, x 10 for decades.
Immunity from consequenses. Who,what,when,where,and why?