Another “sane” reaction to RBG’s death 😂 pic.twitter.com/GGt3fq6Mx8
— Amy (@MaybeAmes) September 19, 2020
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Welcome to the New American Digest: 2001-2022
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
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
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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So that’s what the lamentations of the women sounds like.
Haha!
John, I didn’t expect it would so shriiiiiiillll!
Seriously though, does this energize the Dem base? Or does it drive more moderates to Trump for fear of who Kamalalala will appoint?
Next possible exit, Breyer. Everyone else is fairly young. So this could be it on supremes for Trump.
I think it’s funnier with the sound off. Plus – my God, that screech! Egad!
Wow, purging the country of TikTok isn’t coming a moment too soon. I’m not sure how this person will respond when confronted by this tweet at her next job interview. Perhaps with shrieking turned up to 12?
& sadly, she screeches for so so many.
Hey Mike… will not matter. We are applying old values and mores to a new world.
There is a high likely-hood her type will be elevated and venerated in the coming world.
But still fun to watch..
That is deeply satisfying. Shriek. Shriek, you Loons.
Ding dong, the witch is dead, which old witch? RBG, that’s who.
They venerated her like a saint. Candles and coins and buttons with her image, and bobbleheads. She was a liberal icon. Although there is little time to replace her before November, some RINO cunts in congress insist Trump wait to nominate or they wait to vote on a replacement. Now, that shit is shrill! Murkowski, you ignorant slut.
In case my language offends, keep in mind that this is my war persona, and I do not mince words in wartime.
Bah. Just an overgrown toddler, whose vote counts the same as yours or mine. And there are tens of millions just like her.
Keep in mind that she is of The Woke. They are fit to rule over us because of their obvious moral superiority. Not only that, but Science!
JWM
She sees the days where you can kill your kids coming to an end.
The legacy of “the personal is political”: MILLIONS of miserable, mentally-ill people like this inflict their private torments on the public square.
Fifty bucks says this person couldn’t name two major rulings Ginsburg made, or why they were significant.
Skorpion… I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think RBG HAD any major rulings. She was a slave to her bias, and so never did anything except vote reliably liberal.
So waiting for “Can 2020 get any worse?”
Airbag deployment.
Alas, it was not to be.
The deeper problem for society is that RBG was not Intelligent enough to realize she should have groomed her replacement over the preceding 10 to 5 years. Small g god complex? But then, Hillary was supposed to win.
I’ve got an 86 year old contractor who could run circles around JB, and probably live out a 4 year term while doing excellent work for the Good of the country. Need to find him someone to take over his business. My dad is the same age. Sadly, JB would look like a genius next to him. But at least he was smart enough to transition out of responsibility starting 20 years ago.
I’m pretty sure there are general rules for filling positions. Those in power should man up and get’her Done. Before the contested votes come up as the first big case before the court.
I was hoping that she’d off-load a mighty nether eructation to add bass tones to the shrieks.
Especially vibrant on vinyl seat covers.
If she could blow a C and G, it’d be pleasant harmony.
Maybe add armpit whumps for syncopation.
If truth be told, however, I don’t care WHAT she does.
She can burst her esophagus for all I care.
Too early to wish a happy new year?
Out of curiosity, I am wondering what is the percentage of the USA population, composed of individuals like that woman? That outburst of insanity should get her drivers license yanked permanently. Yikes.
I have read a story out there that, if you go back and look at the videos of her answering her questions during her senate examination, you will see her hold her hand to her ear on multiple occasions. It was not because she had a hearing problem–the claim is that she was receiving good responses to the questions from a team sitting on the other end of that ear piece. Seeing how corrupt the democratic party has become in the years since and knowing that that technology was available at that time–there may be something to this story. Like Chris said, she never really did anything of a particularly thoughtful interpretation of the law.
That vid was hilarious, it is so enjoyable to watch conceivably grown adults melt down like toddlers, no matter the cause. Can you imagine what it would be like to live with that harpy? It might be that that thing needs a double dose of prozac or, as this black lady I know would say, that crazy b’ich need some dik.
I hope she posts again when DJT raises his hand for his 2nd term Oath.
https://twitter.com/mdp_92/status/1307351193916641281/video/1
The Harridan Harpies make a Don’t Duet.
Does Tiktok have a mirror function embedded along with the neon outline and cat ears filters?
If that isn’t it, she’s faking driving, because non-classic q[right-hand drive cars are not imported.
Faking it. Faking everything. Fake from the hair color and the non-corrective glasses all the way to the bottom of her shriveled soul.
That’s my new unignorable ringtone!
Buddahaha:
Glad to see someone else make the same observation. Is it possible that Tiktok can reverse the picture in some way? What are cat filter ears?
Mirror image. Chic is real and crazy as a hatter. Imagine the poor soy boy married to her. They likely deserve each other.
If Notorious RBG really give a shit about her vision of America, she would have resigned whilst Obama was still in a position to replace her, instead of greedily hanging onto power like all them sumbitches she called friends, right up to the bitter end. Thus are legacies squandered.
Just idly war gaming here:
Trump wins re-election, R’s hold the senate, win the house.
Trump follows up on the D’s threat to pack the court by suggesting he pack the court.
I call this ‘Trump going Nigel Tufnel’ and turning the harridans up to ELEVEN.
Must be a comparative literature professor from the University of Chicago. I hear they have a special requirement to recruit from Credmore, St. Elizabeth’s or Happy Dales, but have recently decided to limited new students to darker hues and even less brain capacity.
Her anguish, it nourishes me.
Second look at the 19th Amendment?
Why are lesbian Karens so damn ugly?
re: Men’s fall fashion.
Poor kid got turned into Olive Oyl. So where’s Popeye the Sailor gyrl?
JWM
I’m sorry, but that is so disappointing. I was looking forward to a fixed object encounter at the end.
Am I mistaken? I think this chick is trolling; her posts are cynical and sarcastic if I’m reading them right.
She rhetorically asks “Could this year get any f***ing worse?!?”
I think she’s going to discover that yes, for her, it is indeed going to get worse.
The evening of November 3rd, to be exact.
This is a prelude to the tremendous loads of laughter that will be provided for us on election night …