3 Posts, No Posts

As twitted:

And the comments of late haven’t helped.

19 thoughts on “3 Posts, No Posts

  1. B. McLeod

    Well, the country is awash in monumental stupidity. I think the street drains backed up some time ago.

  2. Evan

    I still like you and learn a lot from your posts. Thank you too for pointing out the Yoffe article.

  3. L. Phillips

    Welcome to my world Admiral. No Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and this is the only blog where I occasionally post comments. Great for what little mental health I have left.

    Enjoy the time off. Looking out the office window I see that I need to have another discussion with a mule deer buck who is certain the apples we grow are just for him. If he hadn’t been born under those trees four years ago and pretty much grown up there with us watching he’d be dinner. Guess I’m getting soft.

    1. El_Suerte

      Paralipsis is the lowest form of twit. :p

      Don’t really blame you for stepping back. The ‘discourses is exhausting enough just to read about it, much less to participate.

  4. John Barleycorn

    A Certain Weariness

    I don’t want to be tired alone,
    I want you grow with me.

    How can we not be weary
    of the king of fine ash
    which falls on cities in autumn,
    something which doesn’t quite burn,
    which collects in jackets
    and little by little settles,
    discoloring the heart.

    I’m tired of the harsh sea
    and the mysterious earth.
    I’m tired of the chickens –
    we never know what they think,
    and they look at us dry eyes
    as though we were unimportant.

    Let us for once – I invite you –
    be tired of so many things,
    of awful aperitifs,
    of a good education.

    Tired of not going to France,
    tired of at least
    one or two days in the week
    which have always the same names
    like dishes on the table,
    and of getting up – what for? –
    and going to be without glory.

    Let us finally tell the truth:
    we never thought much of
    these days that are like
    houseflies or camels.

    I have seen some monuments
    raised to titans,
    to donkeys of industry.
    They’re there, motionless,
    with their swords in their hands
    on their gloomy horses.
    I’m tired of statues.
    Enough of all that stone.

    If we go on filling up
    the world with still things,
    how can the living live?

    I am tired of remembering.

    I want men, when they’re born,
    to breathe in naked flowers,
    fresh soil, pure fire,
    not just what everyone breathes.
    Leave the newborn in peace!

    Leave room for them to live!
    Don’t think for them,
    don’t read them the same book;
    let them discover the dawn
    and name their own kisses.

    I want you to be weary with me
    of all that is already well done,
    of all that age us.

    Of all that lies in wait
    to wear out other people.

    Let us be weary of what kills
    and of what doesn’t want to die.

    Pablo Neruda

    P.S. You selling yet? Both Kenya and Quebec are pretty nice this time of year esteemed one…

  5. Guitardave

    Since you got a bit of free time and its a hot afternoon, root out an old Playboy mag…
    I’m sure the results will be more gratifying than trying to un-fuck the fucked.

  6. Hunting Guy

    Albert Einstein.

    “ Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.”

    “The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.”

    1. SHG Post author

      Einstein would be canceled today for his slavish devotion to Eurocentric colonialist scientific method to the exclusion of voodoo. Plus, his dating habits.

      1. Casual Lurker

        You know what they say… “If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the precipitate.”

        More to the point, I believe it was Trotsky that said “Things must always get much worse before they can get better.”

        Free Advice: For your own sanity, wean yourself off Twitter. If you can’t go cold turkey, a Xanax Rx should help minimize the shakes. Just sayin’…

        Maybe this will help cheer you up, if I may be allowed a video…

        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVTiDhOR35g

        Not Dave’s best rendition, as he slops through it, and it was copied from a crappy VHS recording. (Looks as though he could use some Xanax). But a fun piece, nonetheless.

        (I presently have my hands full, so this is just a cameo during a presently rare free moment).

        All the best!

  7. KronWeld

    I’ve done my best to help the quality of comments here, by not commenting. I’ll double those efforts from now on.

    1. losingtrader

      Then, if you redouble your efforts, you’d actually be quadrupling them. Try for that level next.

  8. kemn

    *drops a bill in the tip jar*

    I’ve completely given up on Facebook. I tell folks it’s because of privacy issues, but the sheer, mass stupidity of it didn’t help. I’m glad I never got into the twitters.

  9. Hunting Guy

    Doc Nichols.

    “ And I am astounded at the power and pervasity of modern social media. People believe their phone more than they believe actual people- some random twit on their Twitter feed can influence them to do things friends, coworkers, parents and actual experts can’t. And that, more than anything, worries me for the future of this country.“

  10. KP

    Have a stiff drink & read a book. Thursday is a much better day, you’ll see when it gets to you.

    Enjoy it!

  11. Guitardave

    “In reading the history of nations, we find that, like individuals, they have their whims and their peculiarities; their seasons of excitement and recklessness, when they care not what they do. We find that whole communities suddenly fix their minds upon one object, and go mad in its pursuit; that millions of people become simultaneously impressed with one delusion, and run after it, till their attention is caught by some new folly more captivating than the first. We see one nation suddenly seized, from its highest to its lowest members, with a fierce desire of military glory; another as suddenly becoming crazed upon a religious scruple; and neither of them recovering its senses until it has shed rivers of blood and sowed a harvest of groans and tears, to be reaped by its posterity…. Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one. ”
    Extraordinary Popular Delusions And The Madness Of Crowds, Charles Mackay 1841

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