Oooooo the storm is threatening my very life today…
Then again it’s just a shot away….
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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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