WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
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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Yesterday was absolutely demonic in its scope of naked evil. I wept, and it has been a very long time since I wept. When Hizzoner came out and stated fearlessly, that he would not be withdrawing his nomination, I felt proud. Clearly, voting is not going to suffice against these monsters.
Amazing performance by an amazing man. Kavanaugh would do well to produce something similar on Thursday, but that may be too much to ask. I was struck by the brief look at Biden we get during Thomas’s remarks. He is sitting back, leaning a bit to one side, with what I judge to be a smug, fake concern look on his face. Someone should have smacked him across the face and told him to sit up straight.
Biden; Backpfeifengesicht
That was profound, Biden, Leahy and the other Democrat descendants of Nathan Bedford Forrest, Bull Connor, George Wallace, the Birmingham church bombers and the rest of the Democrat Klansmen were too stupid and vile to appreciate the irony of carrying on the leftist racist heritage in the Senate
I’d like to hear Thomas’s take on this Kavanaugh travesty, with 27 years of hindsight.
You can read what his accuser dock slut says about it here:
https://www.npr.org/2018/09/25/651489805/anita-hill-says-kavanaugh-accuser-hearing-cannot-be-fair
What gets lost in the Anita Hill he “said/she said” shuffle is the utter insanity and unbelievability of what “she said” She charged a man of completely sound mind with no record of any misbehavior, of saying “Who has put a pubic hair in my Coke?” Why we he does this, to get Anita Hill turned on? Only a man in a padded room would think that
And then there was the one about getting Anita Hill alone in his office to talk about porn movies. Again, what adult man would think that was a proper way to approach a liberal, college-educated woman proffessional … other than Travis Bickle in the movie “Taxi Driver.”
On the other hand, there just might be something about a scrawny, tightly wound, ultra-leftist black woman that triggered Thomas beyond the point of madness. It’s a possibility, seeing as how, at the time, he was dating a well-padded, fair-skinned, laid-back conservative woman of the Red Irish persuasion. You know, the absolute polar opposite of Anita; a woman so different from Anita Hill that if the two ever touched each other, the entire universe would be annihilated
Anita Hill, Christine Ford, and the US Senate are defining mediocrity down.