>Go to a show you hope she goes.
>I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning.
It's OK.
Kek.
fire in this guy
The spacing does not seem consistent with Corona Borealis.
Brilliant!
>Its a mirror image, yeah?
It shouldn't be with just a window and refractive optics. The spacing of the star-like objects are too regular for any familiar constellations or asterisms.
>Do you have 8kun Premium?
If'n he does, buy him a drink at the CodeMonkey Lounge before bringin' him in to Jim's for Surf and Turf.
Jim is serving (You) right now, Anon.
>I love how he encouraged people to get the jab and proceeded to call it safe and effective.
Sometimes enemy actions prevail.
Jim just hosted your posted opinion at no cost to (You).
>Trauma day for all schoolage children as it was aired on tvs wheeled into classrooms
That traumatic event reached generations almost live. It shocked the entire nation. We are susceptible to programming when traumatized.
“Rest in peace Mr. President (JFK), through your wisdom and strength, since your tragic death, Patriots have planned, installed, and by the grace of God, activated, the beam of LIGHT. We will forever remember your sacrifice. May you look down from above and continue to guide us as we ring the bell of FREEDOM and destroy those who wish to sacrifice our children, our way of life, and our world. We, the PEOPLE.”
Prayer said every single day in the OO.
JFK - Secret Socities.
Where we go one, we go all.
Q
Is there anybody out there?
>He is a god damned war Hero.
Generations of young men are so very fortunate we have avoided 'Z'. Do they understand or appreciate that? Does 'Tommy' ("Captain Walker didn't come home. His unborn child will never know him") or 'The Wall' ("And that's how the High Command took my Daddy from me.") not reach them? Did neither Wilfred Owen nor Eric Bogle reach them?
Dulce et Decorum Est
BY WILFRED OWEN
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Notes:
Latin phrase is from the Roman poet Horace: “It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.”
The pipes were great, as was the scenery. A Brown Bess could've been used, but the lad might have struggled. One detail took away from an otherwise admirable entertainment effort.
>Meanwhile somewhere in Canada..
In others news truckers in Canada are adding digital playback capabilities to their horn systems. Word is the next 'Honkening' in Ottawa will me more edgy and annoying than the previous effort while honoring a sacred Canadian icon.
> will me more edgy
will *be more edgy
Anon doesn't mind Tard Jail, really. But the cats are so randy after lights out.
>You know nothing about anons "Dear".
On the contrary. Anons are grateful for any attention. The $20 is $20 meme started somewhere.
>BS I'm shocked you aren't posting with a name?
It's Angry Inch, Ma'am or preferred pronoun. And $20.
>No
We don't exist as individuals or are we are all the same consciousness?
Welcome to The Camp!