WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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
— Bob Dylan
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
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.
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
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.
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Wow. The tats, nose ring, and Jimmy Neutron hairdo already shout DO NOT TOUCH. Is it his intention that they should also suggest SHOOT ON SIGHT? ‘Cause that’s the vibe I’m gettin’.
Poster Child.
It really should take a long hard look at that pik and try understand what it’s going to feel like when that thing is jammed up it’s ass and snapped off.
It’s a plastic toy, probably airsoft or some such.
That’s a septum just looking for further moderation. Anymore, I look at such things as a symptom of a luxurious society gone rancid.
A fairy with a gun. I laughed.
The only thing that’s going to get mangled when “mangler666” pulls the trigger on his AK-47 is the mangle-meister himself. He just might become the first semi-sentient being to knock himself out from the recoil of an AK on full auto. Those things kick like a mule, Slugger
And a word of advice to anyone standing to the right of mangleman when he goes full auto. Drop!!
Bradley Manning’s doppellganger.
I pick my teeth with pieces of wood thicker than “mangler’s” wrists
“moderation” was to have been modification. That’s what I get for posting while distracted.
Still. What’s wrong with that boy? I don’t know where to start. “midwest_manlet666”, indeed.
https://kiwifarms.net/threads/midwest_mangler666-logan-hall.33845/
First impression was to view it as ridiculous. Then I thought of similar ridiculous beings swarming red-hat-wearers and leaving them bloody, or others swinging bike locks onto heads, or mobbing restaurant patrons. Why would such critters forgo firearm violence? Just because they’re against my gun ownership doesn’t mean Alinksy wouldn’t preach & justify their use toward political ends, in the right hands. So I’ve revised my premise to always assume the worst from people who would do violence to strangers for SJW goals. Best to be prepared accordingly and in a position to react well.
Never underestimate. As I recall, British soldiers eagerly swarmed to WWI, happily insisting they’d be home by Christmas. I suppose that some were; in boxes or with missing parts.
Did anyone take the time to read what he wrote?
Just as I thought, Airsoft.
See RosalindJ’s link and here:
http://www.akfiles.com/forums/showthread.php?s=6d6fef132698553a6ed4301ba9702512&t=319085
Pull a real gun and this whiney bitch will soil herself from both ends at the same time.
It’s just having a bad hair day, and it doesn’t want onlookers to say anything.
Just wait till it strikes an even more warlike pose! You’ll be impressed, and then it’ll flounce away satisfied!
He/she/it is one reason I’m never without my 1911 with my sawed-off 12-gauge nearby.
“You’ll shoot your eye out kid.”
I.C.Nielsen! Comment of the day!!
Gunner, target front, hipster tranny with an AK
Identified !
Fire !
On the way !