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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Never been much of restaurant person in the first place, maybe 5-6 times a year, usually the sit down variety (Applebee’s, Roadhouse, etc.), and have not been to one since Feb of 2020. Now, in light of all the idiocy, regardless of their reasons, I will probably not set foot in one again. You’ve heard of the “shedding” thing, right? That, plus, I see no need to reward assholes. Besides, the grub I fix here at the crib blows away ANYTHING out there regardless of price. And, the hygiene in the food prep here in the compound is unquestionable. Look at the people that work in the food joints, filthy, tatted up (hep C), misfits, and negro’s and every other vermin. I wouldn’t let these people mow my yard let alone touch my food. The very idea gives me the heebie jeebies. Over and fucking out.
My wife and I have a place that lures us in on Sunday for lunch and the food is great and the restaurant is run correctly. But you’re right, esp in regard to the types that work in most food joints….some very nasty, ass scratching MFs of every description.
I haven’t been to a restaurant in years. In fact, I cannot remember when was the last time. (Maybe it was a Chinese joint over on the northwest side of Oklahoma City ten years ago.) My own cooking is gourmet and just the way I want it—and there is no lisping and effeminate waiter scurrying here and there. And no tip is necessary—although any guests must bring the booze.
There is an entire cottage industry developed around restaurant workers and owners complaining and commiserating on YouTube about how bad their lives are during the “pandemic”. Truly, misery loves company. Most of these videos originate in—you guessed it—San Francisco, New York City and the tonier parts of big Democrat run cities. Gosh, I wonder how those restaurant folks got in such financial trouble? The irony of the answer escapes them. They complain about the actions of those they themselves put into political office. Democrat restaurant owner, meet Democrat politician. Now, wear your mask, get the “vaccine”, ridicule the “unvaxxed” and head for the unemployment office.
I hear that McDonald’s is hiring. After all you poor things, “you deserve a break today.”
I learned from a sibling in an unspoken city that a number of restaurants have gone moveable and secret. If you are on their wait lists, you will get a location and time to show up. Business is booming. No masks, no passports, no rents, no taxation. Democrats have ruined their blue cities by punishing the producers of wealth.
Such restaurants are like the true Catholic Churches in China. Or as Hemmingway would say, “a moveable feast”.
Well, I just got back from my Friday evening stroll around Bay Ridge Brooklyn (NYC),
and I can report that the streets were packed, and the restaurants were full. Dozens of restaurants, from low-end to chi-chi, full of mostly unmasked diners, both indoors and in the outdoor seating (the outdoor seating is jerry-rigged platforms in the street, where there used to be parking spots; after a year of this madness, many of the outdoor platforms have planters full of flowers, and decorations, heating systems etc.. The traffic is slow enough that they don’t have to worry too much about getting mowed down by a truck whizzing by. The Kettle Black (third ave and 87th) has a sign in their window, to the effect of “we’re not vaccine police, we not enforcing anything”; most other restaurants still have their “No Entry Without Masks” signs in the windows.