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“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’.”
A Wicker Basket
Comes the time when it’s later
and onto your table the headwaiter
puts the bill, and very soon after
rings out the sound of lively laughter—
Picking up change, hands like a walrus,
and a face like a barndoor’s,
and a head without any apparent size,
nothing but two eyes—
So that’s you, man,
or me. I make it as I can,
I pick up, I go
faster than they know—
Out the door, the street like a night,
any night, and no one in sight,
but then, well, there she is,
old friend Liz—
And she opens the door of her cadillac,
I step in back,
and we’re gone.
She turns me on—
There are very huge stars, man, in the sky,
and from somewhere very far off someone hands me a slice of apple pie,
with a gob of white, white ice cream on top of it,
and I eat it—
Slowly. And while certainly
they are laughing at me, and all around me is racket
of these cats not making it, I make it
in my wicker basket.
— BY ROBERT CREELEY
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Black Burgers Matter
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The Stones’ elegy for Sixties innocence. My favorite tune by them.
I hear this and see myself sticking a sawed of 12 gauge into the face of some vermin thug, and blowing his head off while escape through the burning city on my Harley with my awesome babe on the back fender hanging on to me for dear life.
Searching for toilet paper at Costco just doesn’t have the same exciting vibe.
JWM
Walk into Costco wearing a duster, stop inside the door and whip out a 12 ga and say, “Where my shit paper iz?”
“It’s just a shot away.”
I’ll drink to that.
Toilet paper my ass. I would not stand in line for ass wipe for a minute. These dumb fools should have saved their corncobs for re-purposing.
Big bucks in ass wipe at the local flee market. Offered at $15.00 per single roll. Sixty rolls in a large Costco pack offered at $1200.00 (high price to discourage hoarding).
How to make your precious ass wipe supply last longer: Cut each square into quarters and use one quarter square per dump.
Vote Biden and you’ll never have to worry about toilet paper again. Dead persons don’t wipe their ass.
Long live President Trump!
@Terry
We need to get this toilet paper thing under control. Otherwise, people are going to re learn why lefthandedness once had such a negative connotation
I remember watching the opening scene of Scorcese’s “The Departed” in a theater. This opening guitar riff to this song was playing in the background during a flashback-to-the-Sixties scene. And it was as if a key unlocked a entire room of memories of those times.
That is the greatest opening riff to a rock song EV-uh, if you ask me
This, and “The Last Time”.
Up early after a no sleep night again. The return of insomnia. God, I hate it.
Stores here in So Cal are stripped.
First it was TP & bottled water.
Then wipes, Lysol, and hand sanitizer.
Then Ramen noodles & canned goods.
I went out at 8:30 last night.
Meat: stripped
Potatoes: gone.
Rice, beans, pasta: gone.
Shit is getting serious with breath taking speed.
And it’s all TV generated panic. I still see fools on social media listening to msnbc, and cnn, and blaming it all on Trump.
And like so many folks, I listened to Remus, but put it off for another day. And I never did buy that gun. Got an old .22 bolt action that hasn’t been fired in my lifetime. Not much good.
Our stores here at home are small, maybe a weeks worth of food. Maybe.
The ferals and orcs are out there, too.
Remembering to pray, own the fear, and not let it turn to panic. I gotta be strong for my wife.
JWM
“Against stupidity, the gods themselves struggle in vain.” – Friedrich Schiller after shopping at his local Costco.
“Toilet paper my ass”
The age that follows post modernism.
I nominate Terry for the win.
It’s the skinny fux hoarding all the shit paper cause I got it on good authority the fat fux can’t use it.
At least not for wiping their bloated anuses, they can’t reach em!
They shit, get in the shower, grab the shitter brush, scrub that rosebud, rinse, repeat as necessary.
“It’s all pipes!”
Hey Coach, I’ve worked “Gimme Shelter” into an entire Peopleskaraoke album side to include “Lay Off The White Cloud” (me), “19th Covid Meltdown”, “I Cant Get No Toilet Paper” (lyrics are stronger than the title)
Future Attraction: (Aisle) Three Fighting Man
Oops, forgot the link ….
https://thepeoplescube.com/red/viewtopic.php?f=26&t=21334&p=231226&start&view=show#p231226