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“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
A Wicker Basket
Comes the time when it’s later
and onto your table the headwaiter
puts the bill, and very soon after
rings out the sound of lively laughter—
Picking up change, hands like a walrus,
and a face like a barndoor’s,
and a head without any apparent size,
nothing but two eyes—
So that’s you, man,
or me. I make it as I can,
I pick up, I go
faster than they know—
Out the door, the street like a night,
any night, and no one in sight,
but then, well, there she is,
old friend Liz—
And she opens the door of her cadillac,
I step in back,
and we’re gone.
She turns me on—
There are very huge stars, man, in the sky,
and from somewhere very far off someone hands me a slice of apple pie,
with a gob of white, white ice cream on top of it,
and I eat it—
Slowly. And while certainly
they are laughing at me, and all around me is racket
of these cats not making it, I make it
in my wicker basket.
— BY ROBERT CREELEY
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Black Burgers Matter
Just found out about this amazing new restaurant called “Amplifying Black Voices” where you can buy non-racist hamburgers and anti-fascist milkshakes. pic.twitter.com/0JA1mELnYg
— Titania McGrath (@TitaniaMcGrath) July 1, 2020
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My sister just had a 30′ flag pole installed in her front yard and she put a US flag and a Trump 2020 flag on it. She says there is room for 1 more flag on it and asked what it should be. I sent her this one:
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I bet An-tee-fa taste just like chicken if you cook ’em right.
Perfectly timed punch line and visual.
I read today that the Star Spangled Banner is racist, and one wag is suggesting Imagine, by John Lennon, as a replacement.
Lennon, who was English, which is the same England whose bombs were bursting in air when our flag was still there, died by gunfire in a crazed assassination on the streets of NYC. I was driving around with my teenage kids and it occurred to me to sing a new meme. They know a lot about cultural references, and so I began in sonorous Beatles voice: “Imagine there’s no heaven / BANG!” We all cracked up laughing.
I would suggest that our clever hunter add some additional ANTIFA attractants such as life size cardboard cutouts of several famous historical men, such as Jeff Davis, Robert E Lee, Christopher Columbus, etc, mounted on stood-up-on-end, round hay bales, perfect rural statutes you know. He should also run up the Stars and Bars on one of the poles to complete the die-o-ram-a.
Hey, MadTNTaxpayer, to add your list of “antifa”-attractants let me suggest a loudspeaker blaring “Dixie”!
To paraphrase Polish mercenary Rafal Ganowicz’ immortal reply when he was asked what it felt like to take human life:
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve only ever killed AntiFa.”
THAT is FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!
Yup, it’s Skorpion for the win.
Casey,that’s the best rendition of “Imagine” I’ve ever heard. Teenagers are a tough crowd,too. They’ll be telling that Dad story to their own kids.
A belated Happy Father’s Day to you,and the other Dads who visit this fine establishment.
This statement may cause me to be de-platformed,or de-wormed,whatever the hell it is “they” do to anyone not “them”,but I’ll say it anyway:
Dads’ Lives Matter