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30 minutes ago, hookem2010 said:

You would think hunters would would also give a shit about cutting down national forests and poisoning wetlands. 

They do. Plenty of up here are pissed. 

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1 hour ago, Horn Under a Bad Sign said:



Darkness
by Lord Byron

 

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corpse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.
 

Raise you a Yeats.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.
 
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
 
That is uncannily on point.
 
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More my family's style.

"And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so"
"Hush, mbuachaill, hush and listen," and his cheeks were all aglow
"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon"

[Chorus]
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon


[Verse 2]
"And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be"
"At the old spot by the river; quite well known to you and me"

"One more word for signal token; whistle out the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon"

[Chorus]
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon

[Verse 3]
Out from many a mud wall cabin; eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
 
[Chorus]
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

[Verse 4]
All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

[Chorus]
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
Posted
5 hours ago, SubliminalHorn said:

Democrats better not fucking cave. It’s telling when the GQP wants to avert a shutdown when they have been the party of shutdowns

The Democrats have conditions the Republicans must meet to get their votes. Don't back down until they are met.

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I’m down for some dark poetry side track…

The Hollow Men by TS Elliott

We are the hollow men
    We are the stuffed men
    Leaning together
    Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
    Our dried voices, when
    We whisper together
    Are quiet and meaningless
    As wind in dry grass
    Or rats' feet over broken glass
    In our dry cellar
   
    Shape without form, shade without colour,
    Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
   
    Those who have crossed
    With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
    Remember us-if at all-not as lost
    Violent souls, but only
    As the hollow men
    The stuffed men.

   
                              II

    Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
    In death's dream kingdom
    These do not appear:
    There, the eyes are
    Sunlight on a broken column
    There, is a tree swinging
    And voices are
    In the wind's singing
    More distant and more solemn
    Than a fading star.
   
    Let me be no nearer
    In death's dream kingdom
    Let me also wear
    Such deliberate disguises
    Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
    In a field
    Behaving as the wind behaves
    No nearer-
   
    Not that final meeting
    In the twilight kingdom

   
                    III

    This is the dead land
    This is cactus land
    Here the stone images
    Are raised, here they receive
    The supplication of a dead man's hand
    Under the twinkle of a fading star.
   
    Is it like this
    In death's other kingdom
    Waking alone
    At the hour when we are
    Trembling with tenderness
    Lips that would kiss
    Form prayers to broken stone.

   
                      IV

    The eyes are not here
    There are no eyes here
    In this valley of dying stars
    In this hollow valley
    This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
   
    In this last of meeting places
    We grope together
    And avoid speech
    Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
   
    Sightless, unless
    The eyes reappear
    As the perpetual star
    Multifoliate rose
    Of death's twilight kingdom
    The hope only
    Of empty men.

   
                            V

    Here we go round the prickly pear
    Prickly pear prickly pear
    Here we go round the prickly pear
    At five o'clock in the morning.
   
    Between the idea
    And the reality
    Between the motion
    And the act
    Falls the Shadow
                                    For Thine is the Kingdom
   
    Between the conception
    And the creation
    Between the emotion
    And the response
    Falls the Shadow
                                    Life is very long
   
    Between the desire
    And the spasm
    Between the potency
    And the existence
    Between the essence
    And the descent
    Falls the Shadow
                                    For Thine is the Kingdom
   
    For Thine is
    Life is
    For Thine is the
   
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.

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I’m down for some dark poetry side track…
The Hollow Men by TS Elliott
We are the hollow men
    We are the stuffed men
    Leaning together
    Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
    Our dried voices, when
    We whisper together
    Are quiet and meaningless
    As wind in dry grass
    Or rats' feet over broken glass
    In our dry cellar
   
    Shape without form, shade without colour,
    Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
   
    Those who have crossed
    With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
    Remember us-if at all-not as lost
    Violent souls, but only
    As the hollow men
    The stuffed men.
   
                              II
    Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
    In death's dream kingdom
    These do not appear:
    There, the eyes are
    Sunlight on a broken column
    There, is a tree swinging
    And voices are
    In the wind's singing
    More distant and more solemn
    Than a fading star.
   
    Let me be no nearer
    In death's dream kingdom
    Let me also wear
    Such deliberate disguises
    Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
    In a field
    Behaving as the wind behaves
    No nearer-
   
    Not that final meeting
    In the twilight kingdom
   
                    III
    This is the dead land
    This is cactus land
    Here the stone images
    Are raised, here they receive
    The supplication of a dead man's hand
    Under the twinkle of a fading star.
   
    Is it like this
    In death's other kingdom
    Waking alone
    At the hour when we are
    Trembling with tenderness
    Lips that would kiss
    Form prayers to broken stone.
   
                      IV
    The eyes are not here
    There are no eyes here
    In this valley of dying stars
    In this hollow valley
    This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
   
    In this last of meeting places
    We grope together
    And avoid speech
    Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
   
    Sightless, unless
    The eyes reappear
    As the perpetual star
    Multifoliate rose
    Of death's twilight kingdom
    The hope only
    Of empty men.
   
                            V
    Here we go round the prickly pear
    Prickly pear prickly pear
    Here we go round the prickly pear
    At five o'clock in the morning.
   
    Between the idea
    And the reality
    Between the motion
    And the act
    Falls the Shadow
                                    For Thine is the Kingdom
   
    Between the conception
    And the creation
    Between the emotion
    And the response
    Falls the Shadow
                                    Life is very long
   
    Between the desire
    And the spasm
    Between the potency
    And the existence
    Between the essence
    And the descent
    Falls the Shadow
                                    For Thine is the Kingdom
   
    For Thine is
    Life is
    For Thine is the
   
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.

Spelled “paralyzed” wrong.
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I like that guy on the left.  He's all business all the time and ready to fuck some shit up.

Already picking up the slack

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what leadership !!!

REPORTER: What responsibility do you feel to the civil servants who have now lost their jobs? Many of them worked at the Dept of Education during your first term.

TRUMP: Many of them don't work at all. Many of them never showed up to work.

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1 minute ago, tx 3 putt said:

what leadership !!!

REPORTER: What responsibility do you feel to the civil servants who have now lost their jobs? Many of them worked at the Dept of Education during your first term.

TRUMP: Many of them don't work at all. Many of them never showed up to work.

Horseshit like this is catnip for MAGA.

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5 minutes ago, David Dennison said:

Horseshit like this is catnip for MAGA.

 

real leadership ....

Mexico’s President declares start of nationwide census in all elementary schools to provide FREE GLASSES to every child who needs them. 

The program will also provide them with dental assistance, and weight and metabolic management.

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11 minutes ago, tx 3 putt said:

 

real leadership ....

Mexico’s President declares start of nationwide census in all elementary schools to provide FREE GLASSES to every child who needs them. 

The program will also provide them with dental assistance, and weight and metabolic management.

Tried to find the photo from Eagle Pass, blacked out during the snowpocalypse, across the border showing an electrified Mexico, but my search skills suck.

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Markwayne Mullin actually said tonight that "we were in a recession already with Biden but noone talked about it". LOL so now the Recession Trump is starting actually goes back to when Biden was in office, but nobody was talking about it ... not even MAGA during the campaign. OK Mark, or Wayne, or whatever the fuck it says on your trailer's mortgage paperwork.

Markwayne Mullin: Trump Has to Recover from Four Years of Biden Economy https://grabien.com/story?id=518366 (about 30 seconds into the video)

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Posted
3 hours ago, TwiceHorn said:

Also, Greenland voted against annexation or similar by the US.https://www.politico.eu/article/greenlanders-say-no-donald-trump-key-election-independence/

Soooo, JD, you gonna listen to the voters, a majority of the voters?  Or is that only for disgusting right-wing minorities in Europe?

 

 

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Pro-business Jens-Frederik Nielsen — who has said Trump’s rhetoric is a “a threat to our political independence” — led the Democrats to victory with nearly 30 percent of the vote

not just no...

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Greenland’s most pro-American party, Qulleq, didn’t gain enough votes for a seat in the parliament.

...but hell no.

lol

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10 hours ago, Bateshorn said:

Like Zores? or Tsores? Trouble? 

He's definitely a paskudnyak.  

To be fair, I picked up most of my Yiddish from my friends who were from Brookline when I was at Bates.  And that was a looooooong time ago, so it's pretty rusty. 

TIL

image.thumb.jpeg.6b83a466910abc4ed1578a0193e179ba.jpeg

 

And, agreed. 

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2 hours ago, Willfully Horn said:

Tried to find the photo from Eagle Pass, blacked out during the snowpocalypse, across the border showing an electrified Mexico, but my search skills suck.

I wonder how much of their power comes from solar arrays, like Boquillas del Carmen, right across the river from Big Bend. They're extremely isolated on the Mexican side of the border, with the nearest town something like 3-4+ hours away, so they rely on their own solar array. They don't have much there, but sun's one thing they get plenty of.

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No surprise that turnip’s former spiritual adviser is a pedo predator, is it?

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Robert Morris, the Dallas-area megachurch pastor who resigned last year amid sexual abuse allegations, has been indicted in Oklahoma for child sex crimes that date back to the 1980s.

Morris is a former spiritual adviser to President Donald Trump, and Gateway — one of the nation’s largest megachurches — has been particularly active in politics. In 2020, Trump held a “Roundtable on Transition to Greatness” there that was attended by then-U.S. Attorney General William Barr and other prominent Republicans.

Morris faces five counts of lewd or indecent acts with a child, the Oklahoma Attorney General’s Office said in a Wednesday evening press release.

 

https://www.texastribune.org/2025/03/12/robert-morris-texas-megachurch-indicted-sexual-abuse/



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