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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
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.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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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.