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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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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