How is it she doesn't have to wear a mask on federal property?
(George Orwell's Animal Farm from Day One)
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I think Hand On Joe Biden said something about quoting Irish poets, as he was talking about dying before being sworn in as President. Frankly I don't know any Irish poets, just drunks because if you were in Ireland that's all you have and the Mics in America were put in all the shitty jobs, so what you do with a shitty job is drink.
I never bothered watching the installation on January 20th. I did see Bill Clinton fall asleep, in that bullet proof pen with Mike Pence and Hillary peeking out looking like an Auschwitz train.
Sometime on the Auschwitz train, Hands On had this 22 year old recite a poem, or what passes for poetry in this Mya Angelou world of people without talent writing things and slapping the term poetry on it., Usually the resort to the term prose to cover up shit that people just politely nod at and are thinking, "How long is this shitty torture going to last!!!"
I have below the Biden installation poem. I don't know if there was some competition, some lottery, if Joe sniffed the kids or just how you get chosen to put Bill Clinton to sleep.
Amanda Gorman became the youngest person to deliver a poem at a U.S. presidential inauguration, with the 22-year-old reciting her poem "The Hill We Climb" after Joe Biden and Kamala Harris were sworn in as president and vice president.
Gorman spoke for nearly six minutes.
Read a transcript of her remarks below:
OK so this is not a poem, this is remarks. I could critique the remarks, as it is more rock song in splitting up sentences for rhymes in the middle and end.....makes more sense with music and being stoned.
I'm certain that Joe though relished his poetic tribute as being he is on meds, is old, has Parkinsons, and he doesn't make allot of sense.
Below you find a rewrite of the authors remarks, for the simple reason, poetry is not allowed to move from light and shade to "carry" it and then wading in water. One must keep the same analogy. I stopped at the first stanza, because this troubled 22 year old seems depressed and is only happy now that she is coming out of the Belly of the Trump Beast.
When the dawn comes to our questioning night
The discovered light casts a shadowed shade.
There in that day in those shades of grey
We rise from the shadows in our enlightened glade.
I will cease with the expose' as there is only so much figurative and forgiving I can be when the remarks talk about skinny black girls. I also add that I never looked up who this kid is until after I reached this part in typing, so I had no idea she was a Negress so there is no racism involved, only wondering what happened to Robert Frost.
Biden voters are just sad people, now euphoric that they are validated. Odd how Trump voters are now happy in not having......as they have always been validated by Jesus.
Nuff Said
When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry,
a sea we must wade
We've braved the belly of the beast
We've learned that quiet isn't always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is
Isn’t always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it
Somehow we do it
Somehow we've weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn’t broken
but simply unfinished
We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting for one
And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
but that doesn’t mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and
conditions of man
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
but what stands before us
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside
We lay down our arms
so we can reach out our arms
to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew
That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division
Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
If we’re to live up to our own time
Then victory won’t lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we’ve made
That is the promise to glade
The hill we climb
If only we dare
It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
it’s the past we step into
and how we repair it
We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated
In this truth
in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us
This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hour
but within it we found the power
to author a new chapter
To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be
A country that is bruised but whole,
benevolent but bold,
fierce and free
We will not be turned around
or interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might,
and might with right,
then love becomes our legacy
and change our children’s birthright
So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it
agtG
