WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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.
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
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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In the military, you’d be “arrested” in order to end a pass or furlough. Fucking grow up! Being arrested (I think especially going forward into our police state state) will be commonplace soon enough.
She seems inconvenienced, to put it mildly. She’s like: “but I’m innocent on account of my moral courage”. To quote the liberal playbook: “shityeahright!”
Now, I’d like to ask the liberal students this. When do you anticipate being arrested for being an artist, a teacher, or an intellectual? How long into the new socialist government of the USA, under Bernie or fill-in-the-blank democrat socialist, before the gulags begin to fill?
She is actually far, far more dangerous a character than her momma or daddy know. She’s a: s o c i a l i s t. That means she’s a tyrant in training.
MADE my day!
This SJW is not such a warrior. But for sure a Whiner. Where does this young lady, so to speak, get the idea that her feelings trump the law? Actions based on emotions are, as Casey says, the primary ingredient for tyranny, censorship (which there’s already waaaay too much of) and eventually camps and hit squads. She’s a one person hit squad, just an immature example of the same principles and tactics that those far more powerful are, and have been, increasing employing. “I was going to give it back,” she whines. Sure you were. “I can’t believe…blah blah,” she whines some more. The primary domestic job of government is to render justice. So, kudos to this officer. He didn’t let her emotional bullshit move him. He stayed the course, followed protocol, and thank God, he did his part to give people confidence that justice can still exist in our so-called rule-of-law society. Would that it were so.
Couldn’t get through the video. The overwhelming sense of self -righteousness displayed by that little brat is infuriating. Wish there were some way of identifying these creeps so that normal people could avoid contact with them. Potentially, there’s some unsuspecting, decent guy who’s going to get tangled up with this nightmare and have his life ruined as a result. There’s nothing this pathetic, little bint wouldn’t do, because she’s f**king right, damn it!
They’re less difficult to spot than they used to be, but that’s probably because I’ve had more practice.
I had a buddy in the ’60s who whined about the fact that he had to come back after summer vacation without his parents’ second car – a Lincoln – because he’d gotten caught fucking the next-door neighbors’ seventeen-year-old daughter. We were twenty-something at the time.
The injustice of this state of affairs was pretty much all he could talk about for weeks. Keep in mind this was fifty years ago, the first time I was ever left speechless over the behavior of an apparent droid.
She should sue her parents.
This wasn’t her first intrusion into other people’s rights nor will it be her last.
That shitstain cop wasn’t much better.
Are there any men with balls left in this country?
Are they biding their time, sharpening their knives?
If she was a little more in shape she could of out run them. That cop or sign owner would not have run a 100 yards to get that sign back. So not only is she dumb but also lazy.
I can’t wait until she has to tell Daddy what she did.
Tap..Tap…Tap… See this, it restricts women’s rights!
That’s one heck of a powerful sign.
12 years of public school indoctrination led to this.
There is a banquet of fail on display. But also a takeout box of remedies: Snakepit is correct; public indoctrination is the ruination of liberty and free thought – little bitch shows us what happens when a potion of stupid is taken on an empty stomach. Casey makes a strong argument for the value of discipline and early maturation. Along those lines I have to ask “Given the disassociation from reason and logic they display – and the examples are too numerous to count – should women be allowed to hold public office? It’s a reasonable debate to have if we are to continue as a nation ruled by law and logic instead of by emotion and mythology.
“‘No, I cannot un-arrest you!” 🙂
(plus the accent. Makes it all worth watching…)
Having spent ages 2-3 dwelling on that campus in Victory Village (married student housing, primarily for vets) and the previous years in the equivalent over at Wake Forest College, the near familial nature of those images makes it difficult to express the Himalayan expansiveness of the joy that this video provides me, tempered as it is by the near certainty that this inconsequential mediocrity will suffer no serious punishment meted out by the courts of Orange County. At least she got a good oppression story out of the deal.
As for the campus police officer, while many of us here would no doubt be sorely tempted to truncheon into the miscreant’s cranium some of that respect for the rights of others which sadly were not implanted there in the previous decades, if he were to do so, the officer (and the taxpayers of the state) would certainly receive in return a much more comprehensive financial thrashing. FFS, the campus cops were stood down while a verminous mob, mainly non-students, including a cadre of RevComs from Durrrm, pulled down Silent Sam, so his superiors would “have his back” mainly by stenciling a target on it. I did note her slowly increasing the viscosity of her accent throughout the incident, seeking perhaps to ingratiate herself with the officer, and having known over the course of my lifetime far more grads of the Flagship, “The University of the People”, than one should ever hope to, whom I can state in no uncertain terms possess near psychopathic levels of self esteem, marvel that the little darlin’ refrained from a class based tirade against the cop. My hat, at least, is off to this officer.
I was hoping he’d let her off with a stern spanking. Oh well, maybe down at the station.