WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
The Frozen Faces and the Tar-Pit Places of America’s Most Depraved
byVanderleunonMay 4, 2018
“It’s like glass intestines, ready to dump feces all over you as you sit in the tar pit.”
A Botox forehead for the Soy Man. A hot tub hangout for the Lantern Jawed Lesbian. Not only is this insightful and funny at the same time, it is also an experiment with embedding the threadreader app into this page. Enjoy.
Those surgeons went to the Picasso School of Plastic Surgery
BillHMay 4, 2018, 9:44 AM
Re experiment. Threadreader won’t display images in my Firefox (latest ver.) no matter what I try, and I can usually get images to display one way or another in FF. Images do display OK in Chrome.
VanderleunMay 4, 2018, 10:23 AM
Hummm…. strange because my Firefox browser (Mac and the 59.0.2 iteration) displays the page perfectly.
Maybe memory or some other FF extension or a PC issue?
VanderleunMay 4, 2018, 10:30 AM
Ditto Safari and Tor (Although Tor is a bit more problematic.)
Rob De WittMay 4, 2018, 10:41 AM
Ditto with FireFox – no pix, no apparent problems elsewhere.
JackMay 4, 2018, 11:00 AM
Larry O’Donnell is a first class asshole and I’d love it if he fell in front of a speeding train. Sweet justice.
pbirdMay 4, 2018, 11:39 AM
Everything smooooth in Opera. Browser of the gods.
ghostsniperMay 4, 2018, 1:22 PM
Everything good in FF 59.0.3, Chrome, Brave, and Edge, surprisingly.
Just did the Win10-1803 this morning, now sound doesn’t work. sigh
PandoraMay 5, 2018, 3:06 AM
At the top of the page, in the address bar, should be a little “i” in a circle. Tap that and disable “tracking protection”.
sock_rat_eezMay 5, 2018, 4:06 AM
Work fine in Brave.
Good to see that someone is competing for the Stanley Tigerman Award for lifetime achievements in Bad Architecture.
Wow.
ghostsniperMay 5, 2018, 11:01 AM
That shitty orange hued cheap ass knotty pine, never was a thing, but you’ll never convince the neighborhood bulldagger. Cold, soulless, remorseless, tasteless. A custom designed building is a cross section of the owner.
Snakepit KansasMay 6, 2018, 5:53 AM
I knew I could count on Ghost’s input on the design. He rarely fails to please!
Larry now has the constant surprised look on his face. I have plenty of faults but vanity is not one of them.
ghostsniperMay 6, 2018, 6:36 AM
How to get that oh so desirable “surprised” look Larry is now sportin’.
1. Knock the asshole out with an ounce of phenobarbital, arrange in a face down.
2. Install ballistic nylon dog collar with leash loop in the back.
3. With a #2 syringe inject cajun meat tenderizer in 20 locations on the forehead, let sit for 1 hour.
4. Connect ratchet strap to handle of 8″ wide duckbill vice grips.
5. Clamp duck bill horizontally across leading edge of front hair line tissue.
6. Thread ratchet strap through collar leash loop.
7. Cinch down hard on tail of ratchet strap and re-cinch every 10 minutes for entire 4 hours of unconsciousness.
8. Since the new cuckette is in a face down position line up 20 of the local sawbux to take turns commandeering that train.
9. Stitch the shredded anus up and turn that deflowered cuck back out into society for all to lambaste and ridicule mercilessly.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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
They will declare: Every journey has been taken.
You shall respond: I have not been to see myself.
They will insist: Everything has been spoken.
You shall reply: I have not had my say.
They will tell you: Everything has been done.
You shall reply: My way is not complete.
You are warned: Any way is long, any way is hard.
Fear not. You are the gate – you, the gatekeeper.
And you shall go through and on . . .
—Alexandros Evangelou Xenopouloudakis, THIRD WISH
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
from The Painter by Neil Young
The painter stood Before her work She looked around every where She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green to green Red to red Yellow to yellow In the light Black to black When the evening comes Blue to blue In the night
To the Stonecutters
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
Search American Digest’s Back Pages
Contemplation of the Sword
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.
from Preludes
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
from Canto CXV BY EZRA POUND
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.
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Ferreya
ARTIST: GIBSON
Edwin Deakin, American
Hillegas
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
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Gerard Van der Leun
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
The scientists are in terror
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Those surgeons went to the Picasso School of Plastic Surgery
Re experiment. Threadreader won’t display images in my Firefox (latest ver.) no matter what I try, and I can usually get images to display one way or another in FF. Images do display OK in Chrome.
Hummm…. strange because my Firefox browser (Mac and the 59.0.2 iteration) displays the page perfectly.
Maybe memory or some other FF extension or a PC issue?
Ditto Safari and Tor (Although Tor is a bit more problematic.)
Ditto with FireFox – no pix, no apparent problems elsewhere.
Larry O’Donnell is a first class asshole and I’d love it if he fell in front of a speeding train. Sweet justice.
Everything smooooth in Opera. Browser of the gods.
Everything good in FF 59.0.3, Chrome, Brave, and Edge, surprisingly.
Just did the Win10-1803 this morning, now sound doesn’t work. sigh
At the top of the page, in the address bar, should be a little “i” in a circle. Tap that and disable “tracking protection”.
Work fine in Brave.
Good to see that someone is competing for the Stanley Tigerman Award for lifetime achievements in Bad Architecture.
Wow.
That shitty orange hued cheap ass knotty pine, never was a thing, but you’ll never convince the neighborhood bulldagger. Cold, soulless, remorseless, tasteless. A custom designed building is a cross section of the owner.
I knew I could count on Ghost’s input on the design. He rarely fails to please!
Larry now has the constant surprised look on his face. I have plenty of faults but vanity is not one of them.
How to get that oh so desirable “surprised” look Larry is now sportin’.
1. Knock the asshole out with an ounce of phenobarbital, arrange in a face down.
2. Install ballistic nylon dog collar with leash loop in the back.
3. With a #2 syringe inject cajun meat tenderizer in 20 locations on the forehead, let sit for 1 hour.
4. Connect ratchet strap to handle of 8″ wide duckbill vice grips.
5. Clamp duck bill horizontally across leading edge of front hair line tissue.
6. Thread ratchet strap through collar leash loop.
7. Cinch down hard on tail of ratchet strap and re-cinch every 10 minutes for entire 4 hours of unconsciousness.
8. Since the new cuckette is in a face down position line up 20 of the local sawbux to take turns commandeering that train.
9. Stitch the shredded anus up and turn that deflowered cuck back out into society for all to lambaste and ridicule mercilessly.
And it is GHOSTSNIPER for the WIN!