And now for something completely different.
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And now for something completely different.
I’m donepic.twitter.com/mO3DbKHxbM
— Old Holborn✘ (@Holbornlolz) June 9, 2019
THE MOST OF IT by Robert Frost
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.
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Beneath the Aegean
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
Your Say
Song of Myself
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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Happy acres should have this. Bet he will, soon.
JWM
There’s sumo wrestling and now there’s sambo wrestling.
Bulk lives matter!
Get. That. Bee-Itch!
The black underclass is the greatest threat to this country. The Russians, Chinese, and Progressive Democrats come in a distant second.
Besides the ongoing, inherent violence there is the fact that they are parasites, completely dependent on White charity (welfare) and incapable of performing productive labor in a modern society. They were bought and bred to do manual labor as slaves, and that is what they are.
“…completely dependent on White charity…”
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I’d change that to charity in general, but yeah, cut the charity and in short order the parasites would self extinguish (they require hosts in order to survive). All of the productive people have been heavily penalized by the massive dead weight of induced and inherent parasitism.
“Git ‘tat beech, git ‘tat beech…”
Tommy Sotomayor would have something funny to say about that. Except it isn’t funny.
The family queen tried to quench the fire with an outrageous maneuver. Made it worse and it is embarrassing to watch.
Drama. Histrionics. Unbridled swings of emotion. Like what you see in a 2 year-old.
And ghost, Sykes, are exactly correct.
Gold star to Jewel for the Bulk comment.
The participants are not even aware that they should be embarrassed by such behavior. There is no fixing that mess.
Certainly the reason the book, The Bell Curve: Intelligence and Class Structure in American Life, was so controversial and denounced was because it was correct. Also applicable vis a vis the video is the legal maxim: The matter speaks for itself.
Robert Sykes, you nailed it but there is so much more that can be said about this subhuman race. In a perfect world all of them would still be pulling cotton or pushing up daisies, and with no exceptions.
Sad to say fellow posters, but if your source of pride is, if you want to be judged by, the color of your skin, irregardless of your age, you’ve a hell of a lot of growing up to do.
I believe this one falls into “Content of character” rather than “color (or massive quantity) of skin”.
JWM
Sergeant Lipids of the Last Armored Division ought to attach a slob catcher to that chair. “Mobile African Shine Dispersal Unit.”
But…but…but…
“Diversity is our strength!”
OR
“I want to live in a country where the poor people are FAT!”
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Can’t decide which is more apropos/sardonic!
Jimin and jwm, I’m going to essentially let your idealistic comments pass without chiding you for your complete lack of knowledge or understanding about 99% of this nation’s blacks because I know that you don’t know jack shit when it comes to the subject.
My suggestion: Move to Memphis or Chicago, Detroit or Baltimore and troll your love for these pavement apes. The Gangster Disciples or some element of the Hoover Crips will be delighted to expose you to their tender mercies.
And, btw, “irregardless” isn’t a recognized term in correct English.
Uh- Jack-
How does noting the utter lack of character displayed by these lard-apes fall under the heading of virtue signalling? Just in case the subtle sneaked by you, I was chiding Jim in Alaska. Just a bit.
JWM