What in the nine circles of Hell is an “Acting President?”
From X
Do your part, comrade!
Thought for the day
It’s all fun and games until someone gets shot. Now, there’s a bill to pay.
Of all my nightmares, I never thought I’d live through 1968 twice.
God save our country
Today’s Earworm
“Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one—the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.”
— C.S. Lewis
No Comment. True.
We finally made it!
White Culture- a list
What is white American culture? According to the Smithsonian and others, white culture is characterized by-
- individualism
- hard work
- objectivity
- the nuclear family
- progress
- respect for authority
- delayed gratification
- self-reliance
- personal responsibility
- religion, or at least firm adherence to Judeo-Christian principles
- respect for our Western European cultural heritage and its institutions
- clearly-defined masculine and feminine personae, and their respective roles
- protection of self, family, the community and the nation against all enemies, foreign and domestic
- reverence for the nation’s flag, and the principles for which it stands
- belief in and support for the Founding Fathers and our nation’s founding principles as enumerated in the Constitution and Bill of Rights
- deep suspicion of, or even hostility towards people and institutions who do not support, or actively try to subvert any of the above.
That pretty much nails it. It’s worth fighting for,
A fine Rant
I’m breaking my self-imposed silence to put up this video. It pretty much says it all.
Found on X via Kim du Toit.
To the Brave Canadian Truckers who are putting us to shame
Chimes of Freedom
Far between sundown’s finish and midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside a doorway as thunder went crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Through the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, they abandoned and forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burning constantly at stake
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Through the mad, mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
As the clanging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
And the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin’
In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf and blind, tolling for the mute
For the mistreated, mate-less mother, the mis-titled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained and cheated by pursuit
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flared
And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from driftin’
Tolling for the searching ones on their speechless seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
And for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed and laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hang suspended
As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused,
Accused, misused, strung-out ones and worse
And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin’
dubstep OC style
Travelin’ music
It just never gets old- Whale Explosion
On November 12, 1970, the Oregon Highway Division consulted with the US Navy and decided the best way to dispose of a whale carcass was to blow it up with a 1/2 ton of dynamite. The explosion caused blubber to rain down on spectators for over a 1/4 of a mile. A large chunk demolished a car.
You are being conditioned
You are being conditioned to view your God-given freedom as selfishness…