On Perceptions & Impressions of Chaos

 

On Masks & Screen Doors

 

On Crazy in the Corner & Refusals on Air

 

On Declarations, Subversions & Threats to Democracy

 

On No Way, Probably, Perhaps, Maybe, Possibly & What the Stars

 

On Who's Watching & What Is

 

Consider this a sequel

 Read the piece. Then, if you dare, read this one.

The good news is Conservatives have wised up. They're making babies. They're homeschooling. They're giving a damn. 70% of the people at the IA caucuses told Fake News they knew '20 was fixed.

Did it scare the Lefties? Damned straight.

Keep 'em scared. Keep fighting.

Our betters speak

Lenin, Hitler, Mussolini, or Tojo, it's the same old story.

They say they want to reduce the world population by 7/8 - to just 1 billion people.

Who would live in "smart cities", nice little cubbyholes in highrises, eating bugs, and serving as the slaves of the Davos crowd. And they, of course, will do your thinking for you.

You don't have to get on a cattle car. WEF is working on diseases that will kill you on first exposure.

A la Bastille, anyone?

 

On Arrows & Opposition

 

On Pols & Plowing

 

On Props, Pushes & the Power to Vote

 

“These caucuses are your personal chance to score the ultimate victory over all of the liars, cheaters, thugs, perverts, frauds, crooks, freaks, creeps and other quite nice people,” Trump told the audience. “The Washington swamp has done everything in its power to take away your voice. But tomorrow is your time to turn on them and to say and speak your mind and to vote.”

On TY Anathemas, Lions & Rams

We'll be watching tonight.  Maybe its a low bar, but at this point, this game is at least as interesting to us as considering presidential/political shenanigans or watching whatever else we can find on cable/network TV.  The weather outside is frightful, currently at 10 degrees and dropping, with 10 plus inches of snow on the ground; putting us in the mood to let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.  

On Bullets & Bombs

 

Another Nail

Almost missed the New Year's revelation of the names on the Fantasy Island list.

We have a picture here. Menendez, Brandon, Willie, and the Beast. With more to come.

In the old days, that alone would have destroyed the Demos. I have a feeling it does now. Another reason why all the illegals have been flooding in. With Conservative white people making all the babies, demography may truly be destiny.

Long range.

Short range, it would appear there are fewer and fewer people who like the Demos.

Oh, sure, they're going to steal this one, too, Or at least try.

But 4 years of Presidential Depends (h/t Irish) may just make for a real insurrection.

Observation

The Blonde kept crying she needed a vacation, so we went for 10 days.

Most encouraging thing I saw was the number of families, families with 3 kids. Not from overseas.

Think about it.

On Parts Removed & Key Pieces Missing

 

On Experts & the C'mon,man

 

On Showing Her, Him & Them

 

On Bingo & Button Pushing

 

On Ringing Out & Ringing In

A New Year's surprise arrived today in the form of poem I hadn't read before, through a comment left at another forum.  That form of connection, to something beyond or outside my own lived experience is one of the reasons I enjoy human community--for the invitation and opportunity it offers, even in the face of falsehood and dissonance.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
   The flying cloud, the frosty light:
   The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
   Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
   The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind
   For those that here we see no more;
   Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
   And ancient forms of party strife;
   Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
   The faithless coldness of the times;
   Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
   The civic slander and the spite;
   Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
   Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
   Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
   The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
   Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Memoriam, written in 1850, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1809-1892

 "Born on August 6, 1809, in Somersby, Lincolnshire, England, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, the fourth of twelve children, showed an early talent for writing. At the age of twelve he wrote a 6,000-line epic poem. His father, the Reverend George Tennyson, tutored his sons in classical and modern languages. In the 1820s, however, Tennyson’s father began to suffer frequent mental breakdowns that were exacerbated by alcoholism. One of Tennyson’s brothers had violent quarrels with his father, a second was later confined to an insane asylum, and another became an opium addict."  Out of that life awareness, this vision and call for ringing out and in arrived. 

H/T to Rick T with appreciation sharing this poem online yesterday.