Tucker Carlson: The Game Is Rigged for the Rioters
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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Could they do me one favor? Drop the ‘Protester’ bit?
This is not protest, this is outrunning rioting or looting; this is the Visigoths, this is the Vandals (the original ones), the Mongol hordes. This is Mad Max, this is the end of civilization.
I’m guessing that Soros and his friends are bankrolling this in the same way they held the economy’s head under water to get The Lightbringer elected and for the same reason.
But they found out that ‘Lightning Swift’ didn’t know how to restore the economy or fix the damage done. He made it worse in fact.
Now they are trying to push, (or drag, might be drag) another pliant fool across the finish line. And they are opening the box that better men nailed shut generations ago. A whiff of chaos, a slight failure to keep or restore order that’ll do it they think. Just a few bloody dead bodies, killed by Federal troops, that’s what they want. With their lackeys in the media to spin it the right way.
But time it’s not money they’re manipulating it’s flesh and blood. The power of money has limits, flesh and blood does not.
If the barbarians are being let loose, then the time is coming for others to find the strength of their fathers. Time to revert to type. Our fathers type.
EVERYTHING is rigged. Like Tucker said, not only do we dutifully pay every fee, every fine, follow every rule, we’ve also been shut down, left to die, world wide, by the biggest hoax every perpetrated by The Owners. This isn’t too far off topic from the content above, I think it’s all related. Here’s the story that Fauci endorsed hydroxychloriquine to cure coronaviruses 15 years ago. But these days, there’s more money in selling vaccines when you live inside Gates’ pocket. https://tinyurl.com/y9sha5rw
This just in…. the autopsy has taken an unexpected turn. http://voxday.blogspot.com/2020/05/no-evidence-of-strangulation.html
Comment number 4 below the article is prophetic: “You know the plandemic is losing steam when we are back to 24/7 race-war coverage. Welcome back to your regularly scheduled programming.”
I believe the autopsy findings could still support a Manslaughter finding — https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eggshell_skull . But that typically runs up against the “Qualified Immunity” afforded to cops which normally applies to them acting in accordance with their training in the line of duty, but has been interpreted even more expansively in some cases: https://reason.com/2020/05/29/the-supreme-court-has-a-chance-to-end-qualified-immunity-and-prevent-cases-like-george-floyds/
So given those precedents, Floyd’s case is probably the sort of thing that would get swept under the rug in less rioty times. Certainly it’d be about as forgotten as the Daniel Shaver shooting if Floyd had been white. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shooting_of_Daniel_Shaver
Summer would be the right time for urban enrichers to go sporty
I’m surprised that it’s waited til 2020 …. wait ! never mind. Election year
Chittum … CW2 … download and digest. Accurate and prophetic.
We won’t have real equality until all races are permitted go on a crime spree and call it a protest.
I have commented to a few that decades ago I did a long stretch in a state pen and was introduced to darkie folks for the first time in my life and what an education I received. Just 2 worth stating here; “you can take the monkey out of the jungle but never will you remove the jungle from the monkey for that’s in their character and heart”. The 2nd is the word “entitlement”. “We rob and murder and rape and pillage for we be owed” is the turn of that phrase. I have had some arguments with such darkies over the years on that very point “and how are you owed for what” I asked? “You be rayyyyycist for denying what I am owed” has been the general response although I do not believe I have a racist bone in my body I love and despise all colors equally. I judge by what’s in-between your ears and how you act and nothing nothing nothing of past few nights surprises me at all. I do feel bad for that black fellow firefighter who’s bar was looted and burned for he should have known to be prepared. Nice 12gg shotgun would have scattered the rioting monkeys REAL fast.
Whatever you do, ” IT’S NOT ENOUGH,”
echoes through the decades.
Tucker Carlson: The Game Is Rigged for the Rioters
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Well yeah, this has been obvious for the past few years at least.
Try to wrap your head around what Thomas says above.
There will never be peace as long as the gov’t requires different cultures/races to assimilate, there is a rule of nature in force in all of this and it can’t be changed.
If you haven’t lived with them it is probably impossible to fully know how they are.
Just “working” with them, or “associating” with them isn’t sufficient, not by a long shot.
“You are responsible for yourself”.
Last night there were fires, vandalism and looting less than 5 miles from my house. I unlocked the safe, loaded the short barreled 12ga with 00 buck and set it next to the bed.
I am very much a Jacksonian. Leave me alone, I leave you alone. Deal fairly with me, I’ll deal fairly with you. Fuck with me and I’ll kill you.
I am responsible for myself.
At least we now know the lefties are desperate that they are playing all their cards. If they can’t get Trump with the Wuflu, they’ll get him with riots.
“…black people are always the main victims, never Whites”
Well no shit. Normal Americans need to look up the term “cannon fodder,” and recognize that every leftie since Voltaire and Diderot has unblushingly stirred up shit with the exhortation “Let’s you and him fight.” I started detesting what I now realize were lefties in the ’60s when I watched that very thing happen all around me; every single one of them was by my standards a rich kid, and had a safety net the size of Nebraska to catch ’em if they stubbed their toe on the way to sending innocent kids to die on the barricades.
Thomas Moore nails it: if you haven’t lived with black folks during this lifetime, you need to shut the fuck up. You’re not qualified to enter this discussion. I’ve had black roommates, girlfriends, bosses, co-workers and a helluva lot of neighbors in Oakland particularly. Seeing what the self-hating white lefties have taught them to do breaks my heart. I was a poor fatherless white boy trying to make his way with his back and his brains, and there were older black guys who tried to show me how to work and how to act like a man. Their Christianity told ’em to, and told ’em how.
It was a black man who diluted my naivete with the line “There’s black folks and there’s niggers. Don’t mistake the good folks for the trash.”
Leftists are ALWAYS spoiled entitled brats who needed their face slapped at two years old when they started using tantrums to get their way. Some very few of them have since grown up, but it’ll never be enough. I admire and respect you, Gerard, but life will never be long enough for sufficient penance to undo the selfish damage you did in your youth. Sorry, but there it is.
August, 1965. Watts. 34 dead, 1032 injured.
I was working the night shift in Anaheim, building missiles. Lenny shouts across the bay at Ken Boyd, a black gentleman, he shouts “Hey Ken, gonna go up and snag a new TV after work?”. Ken answers “No way man. Them’s West Texas Niggers!”.
“Gerard, but life will never be long enough for sufficient penance to undo the selfish damage you did in your youth. Sorry, but there it is.”
Far as I can tell, Gerard spoke, read, and listened. Where’s the damage?
What is the mathematics of penance, anyway? How many penance points are we given each time we say, “Boy, was I a sucker!”? How many points are needed to clean the slate?
“Okay, 6700 more mea culpas, 4400 Our Father’s, and 789 Hail Mary’s and I’m done.”
Not sure it works that way.
Once, with heart, is all that is needed. More than that is self-indulgence.
“Look how good I am. I’ve been whipping myself for years.”
The national guard hasn’t really gotten unlimbered yet, and we already want the army, too.
What gives me hope is the way Trump has placed his rhetorical boot on the back of Tim Walz’s nuts, and said “hit the gas!”
I thought I had enough ammo on hand for the apocalypse that was to be the Corona Virus. Now we are entering the post apocalypse. I’m re-watching Joker and wondering, was it art previews history? Apparently so.
If you have magazines of more than 10 rounds each, shame on you! (winks)
Lance,
As I made abundantly clear, VdL was among the very few who’ve since grown up, and good for him.
That doesn’t alter the fact that the kids he inspired to die on the barricades are still dead, does it?
If you think anybody believes ““Okay, 6700 more mea culpas, 4400 Our Father’s, and 789 Hail Mary’s and I’m done,” then your understanding of Christianity is that of a 12-year-old.
“That doesn’t alter the fact that the kids he inspired to die on the barricades are still dead, does it?”
Name one.