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Only by Fire is Fascism Finished
Year upon year in Earth’s darker forests,
Heaped at the foot of the trees,
Dry drifts of wood rot and leaf fall increase
Which sunlight shall never seize.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
The ash that descends in the September skies
Where the leapers swam down the stones?
Best answered by bombs from mid-heaven at prayer
With that fire which hollows the bones.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
If their god decrees war, God’s war shall prevail.
His lessons are seared in His stone.
No dreams shall defer, nor wishes erase,
The answers that burn in the bone.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
Only by Fire is Fascism Finished.
This Sin is demanded that Your Line may Live.
Only through Fire is Freedom Reborn.
Each generation pulls the Sword from the Stone.
— Van der Leun
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Snow makes my Shannon go insane. She thinks it is a thing and it’s going to get her. When I say, “Let’s go get some snow!”, she jumps high and twisting like a Marlin.
She growls at the snow, daring it to try to get her, then she hunkers down and dives right in, tunneling a few feet then emerges and runs away to the far end of the yard maybe 200′. Then all the way back at full speed. Over and over.
For about 10 mins then she stops and looks at me with her pleading eyes. The snow pulls it’s secret weapon on Shannon and wins every time. Her feets are cold. REAL cold. And it’s too late to do anything about it. Like when you eat ice cream real fast – all you can do is ride it out.
So I go over there and pick her up, all 47 lbs worth, and tuck her frozen feets inside my down vest. We go in my office and I drop her on her Real Tree blanky next to the propane heater and soon she is back to normal, ready to go outside again and “Let’s get some snow!”
Spring
That video depicts what my wife and I have as surroundings to a T. The mountains by us are bigger (Northern Rockies) but all else is as it is, or was until a few weeks ago.
Thank you for posting this Gerard. Perfect Everly Brothers as well.
Blood harmony.