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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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The quote from Colonel Cooper has endeared him to me since he said it.
It is an important fact to point out that his comment was made specifically in response to the raid of the Branch Davidian’s home in Waco, Texas – 1993, but also as a general rule of proper conduct for police.
I will add my personal sentiment on the matter;
The fatal mistake the Davidians made was that they didn’t kill every last one of the criminals in the ATF that had attacked them. Under Texas State Law they were well within their rights to do so.
As Christian men and women they acted in good faith when they allowed a truce in which the ATF were permitted to collect their dead and wounded. Some 50 days later they earned as they burned inside the home.
There were more than a dozen children, many of them infants, who perished inside that building.
http://english-speak-english.com/remembering-waco/
As the mind rots….. Joe has declared that he “can beat Joe Biden” and you gotta admit, he’s doing a terrific job. https://tinyurl.com/y9ubxurl
I will see your meme, and raise you Trump Tweets Biden’s Funeral…
https://www.citizenfreepress.com/breaking/trump-shares-biden-funeral-meme-and-lib-media-freaks-out/
I know. I dealt that card from beneath the deck. But that meme is soooo funny I couldn’t stop chuckling.
Yeah, naw, yeah…
You misheard.
He said, “I’m gonna EAT Joe Biden.”
My name’s Joe Biden
And I’m here to say
No f’ing idea what
I want to say
Anyway
That’s okay.
Eat me.
Kasey, them Nation of Islam bruthas steady be dancin’. Too bad it’s not a last waltz for Calypso Louie.
In light of the tyrannical surveillance state, wearing masks might not be a bad idea.
Tuck your hair up under your head gear, do a pair of mirrored shades, and then a full bottom face mask that looks like the local mayor. Then go commit a bunch of crimes.
I wouldn’t let Joe anywhere near loaded firearms. Would you?
Richard? Not unless it was in MY hands.