Only 220 million more Americans to go. Should be done before November.
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.
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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Wait a minute.
Joe also recently said there were over 150 million deaths from gun violence.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5THO2KznkOU
If we add the 120 mill to that it comes to 270 million dead. So, clearly there are only 60 million people left in the country.
T.R. Malthus would be pleased.
Boy, oh, boy, I can’t wait for the Trump-Biden debates. Trump’s gonna be like the woodchipper feeder in the climactic scene of Fargo.
I was there, cleverly disguised as a ham sammich. He actually said, “Now we have 120 million dead of cornbread.”
I’m pretty sure that his chin strap is a clever cover for a nauseating goiter, or as Joe describes it, “CornPop’s ball sack.”
I’ve always hated Joe’s nasality. [Blow your nose, asshole!] Maybe he has polyps. He may BE a polyp, for all we know.
This is Joe emerging from a lady’s nose.
https://topnaturalremedies.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/remedies-for-nasal-polyps.jpg
Well, she may be a tramp, for all we know.
Say, Auntie A., you want to see climactic endings, you should see “Embargo.” Bunch of ships say, “Hey, what gives?”, turn around and go back . Totally unexpected. And gay.
Yeah Joe, 12o million are gone. I’m just sorry you aren’t one of them.
What is it about Democrats with the initials JB infesting my home town? I used to think that James Buchanan’s retirement to Lancaster after his disastrous presidency was blight enough (an opinion not improved by obligatory high school field trips to Wheatland), but Biden makes Buchanan look like a sage in comparison.
And that is why mail-in voting is necessary now. Otherwise those 120 million dead would not get to vote for their favorite democrat candidate.
Forget this spineless scumbag marxist jerk and worry about who will be his running partner.
Why is he wearing that chin diaper? Does he really drool that much? It is absolutely incredible that this corrupt imbecile is a major figure in politics.
How funny. The Global total is under 500K.
I don’t see a big win for the democrats here.
“The Eternal Sunset of the Thoughtless Mind”. That is freakin’ hilarious and it made my day.
Thank you again, GVL!!
Thank you. I’ll be here all week!
Phil in Englewood axed: “Why is he wearing that chin diaper?”
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That’s his Abe Lincoln disguise.
All y’all rejoicing at how this fool can’t win the election need to start considering what the lefties really intend by running him.
It ain’t about a popular referendum.
Rob De Witt: Yes, Biden can win, by hook or by crook (most likely). Nobody with half a brain thinks Biden is presidential. Biden is just the means to an end. The end would be fulfilled by his VP. That is the person to watch!