“Who Was That Masked Man?”
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
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
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
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
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
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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.