LeahWill
British Asian
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Comedy gold...I thought maybe she stepped into the boat.
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Comedy gold...I thought maybe she stepped into the boat.
I am guessing Wat is the type of guy who already has some.Found a supplier of Stinger missiles yet, Wat?
Shine, Perishing Republic
By: Robinson Jeffers
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man
Hmmm, lots of bold-face here ^^^. You mad Bro?
*chuckle* You're confusing our fucking with you with us having a gun obsession. You keep knee jerking and we'll keep on fucking with you.Hmmm, lots of bold-face here ^^^. You mad Bro?
I know responsible gun owners in my rural area. I am one. The responsible ones don't constantly obsess about their guns and political enemies in a gun fetish thread on a porn board.
And you'll keep jerking off each time Wat drools about his next purchase and whines about having to fill out a half-assed screening form.*chuckle* You're confusing our fucking with you with us having a gun obsession. You keep knee jerking and we'll keep on fucking with you.
The boat might not survive but she looks to be one big floatation device. There might be some part numbers on her somewhere.
Jeffers saw decay not as a tragedy but as a natural phase of civilization, a kind of cosmic composting. His warning isn’t cynical so much as clear-eyed: power and empire inevitably rot, but life continues in renewal. The nobility, he says, lies not in saving the Republic, but in recognizing when to stand apart from its corruption, and in keeping one’s soul unenslaved by the “love of man” that blinds us to truth.Shine, Perishing Republic
By: Robinson Jeffers
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity,
heavily thickening to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops
and sighs out, and the mass hardens,
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit,
the fruit rots to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances,
ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother.
You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life
is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than
mountains: shine, perishing republic.
But for my children, I would have them keep their
distance from the thickening center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the
monster's feet there are left the mountains.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man,
a clever servant, insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught
they say God, when he walked on earth.
Jeffers saw decay not as a tragedy but as a natural phase of civilization, a kind of cosmic composting. His warning isn’t cynical so much as clear-eyed: power and empire inevitably rot, but life continues in renewal. The nobility, he says, lies not in saving the Republic, but in recognizing when to stand apart from its corruption, and in keeping one’s soul unenslaved by the “love of man” that blinds us to truth.
Civilizations, like living organisms, are born, flourish, decay, and die. He’s not mourning that process; he’s observing it with tragic wisdom. Every empire that rises, from Rome to Britain to modern America, carries within it the seeds of its own decay. Have we not observed the seedlings of this decay breaking soil of our own decay with that green insistence of life? I think so.