“This is the kind of judge I will always be.”
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
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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Judge Kavanaugh is an honest man.
He is absolutely correct in his statement about getting good people to run for office. Who would want to go thru this treatment? But – isn’t that what the swamp wants? Easily manipulated people, who can be corrupted easily?
We need to confirm Judge Kavanaugh now- Lets VOTE!
Call your representatives!
Hanging’s too merciful for the likes of Shitestein, Greaseball, Liars 1 and 2, et al. I’m thinking an hour or so on the rack for a warm up, followed by a soothing molten lead gargle.
“Nothing to say now, huh?”
a cuckservative shabbatz goy
gets a lesson in (((post-modern ethics))).
he’ll go right on cucking though.
It is clear now, one group has crossed into open cultural warfare, with multiple unrelenting attacks on multiple fronts with multiple weapons, truth the first casualty. There are no moral constraints, win everything or die is the only imperative, destroy the enemy’s will to fight, or the enemy if need be.
The other group refuses to even defend themselves and their own supporters, I guess on the theory that it takes two sides to make a war. (No defense, no counter-attacks … voila! no war!)
We have representatives. And some of the chosen representatives refuse to defend their people, and only offer pre-emptive capitulation. In the old days, such were quisling traitors, near lowest rat scum of all.
There are only 535 of them, their tens of thousands more of retainers and courtiers and toadies and henchmen and stooges. What will the Sixty-Three do when they finally see the depth of their betrayal? What will the Sixty-Three do?
Whole lotta yappin but nothing worthwhile and nobody’s listenin.
The gov’t funds the operation and the media fans the flames.
FWIW
There’s something happening here, what it is ain’t exactly clear.
There’s a man with a gun over there, telling me I have to beware.
There’s battle lines being drawn, nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong.
Young people speaking their minds, getting so much resistance from behind.
What a field-day for the heat, a thousand people in the street.
Singing songs and carrying signs, mostly say, hooray for our side.
Paranoia strikes deep, into your life it will creep.
It starts when you’re always afraid, step out of line, the man come and take you away.
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound, everybody look what’s going down.
@ John A. Fleming. Very powerful words Sir. I believe the pot is boiling and will quite soon engulf the kitchen in a scalding hell. Keep your sword edges keen.
Here is a new item on this accuser. Boiling her in oil would be a good first step.
https://stream.org/christine-blasey-ford-abortion-profiteer/
Howzabout we get the “special fund” info published.
You know — the one that has info about payoffs to protect congresscritters accused of harassment or abuse. Payoffs using your and my money, not from their own pockets.
I may not be happy with some of the names I’ll see there, but at least I’ll know.