Random Political/Social Posting

[C_Hallbert]

 

These meme is reminiscent of one of my favorite unofficial laws of chaos- Herzog’s Limited Iceberg Theory: 7/8ths of everything we cannot see.

 

 

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[gwalchmai]

34 minutes ago, pipedreams said:

Ha, when they heard they were going to Gotland they thought it was a paradise.

Edited January 19, 2019 by gwalchmai

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[Dric902]

[Brown Hawk]

3 hours ago, pipedreams said:

I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m beginning to wonder what they’re going to do when it starts to get cold up there.  

Hawk 

[Dric902]

 

Trump proposes amnesty. We voted for Trump and got Jeb!

 

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[gwalchmai]

14 hours ago, pipedreams said:

"Its people" - I cannot continue to be silent.

[KWalrad]

16 hours ago, pipedreams said:

That road looks mighty slick... It'd sure be a shame to run over a few of the idiots and turn the.black ice into blood red ice. Dumbasses never learned not to play in the road...

[gwalchmai]

32 minutes ago, KWalrad said:

That road looks mighty slick... It'd sure be a shame to run over a few of the idiots and turn the.black ice into blood red ice. Dumbasses never learned not to play in the road...

And their handlers would only see that as a more effective media event.

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[gwalchmai]

Mending Wall

By Robert Frost

 

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun;

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

The work of hunters is another thing:

I have come after them and made repair

Where they have left not one stone on a stone,

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,

To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,

No one has seen them made or heard them made,

But at spring mending-time we find them there.

I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;

And on a day we meet to walk the line

And set the wall between us once again.

We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance:

"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"

We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

Oh, just another kind of out-door game,

One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it

Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,

But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather

He said it for himself. I see him there

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me,

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father's saying,

And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."

[Cougar_ml]

1 hour ago, gwalchmai said:

Mending Wall

By Robert Frost

 

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun;

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

The work of hunters is another thing:

I have come after them and made repair

Where they have left not one stone on a stone,

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,

To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,

No one has seen them made or heard them made,

But at spring mending-time we find them there.

I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;

And on a day we meet to walk the line

And set the wall between us once again.

We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance:

"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"

We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

Oh, just another kind of out-door game,

One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it

Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,

But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather

He said it for himself. I see him there

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me,

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father's saying,

And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."

So what you're saying is that "good fences make good neighbors" doesn't mean you're supposed to live next door to traffickers in stolen goods?

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[Dric902]

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I think I just bought a watch

https://www.theblaze.com/news/watch-company-responds-to-gillettes-toxic-masculinity-ad-with-video-that-celebrates-men

 

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