“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
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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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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.