Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
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Forwarded from No BS it's the Jews®️
There was a snake that crawled over a sharp saw and was cut. In anger the snake wrapped the saw with its thick body and proceeded to squeeze the life out of the saw.
With each angry squeeze it felt more pain but continued because it wasn’t going to let the saw get away with the pain it caused it. The snake, refusing to let go of the saw, eventually died; not knowing the whole time, he needed to let go of the initial pain and focus on its future and where it was going. Instead, the snake unfortunately lost its life and didn’t even see it coming.
Control your anger, forgive those that hurt you, and don’t give people or things power over you. It can eventually kill you.
Just under 80 acres included.

I love Ewen, too. Awesome little town.
Had a conversation in chat earlier that this is relevant to
In this country we literally inaugurate political events with mass child sacrifice. None of this is ritual at all, no invocation whatsoever intended. I assure you
"Democrats killing their babies is a win for us."

This is wrong both morally and practically.

1. Celebrating the death of babies is wrong, period. Don't do that. Even if some guy you really dislike has his baby killed, if you take joy in that, you're doing something incredibly wicked.
2. Leftism doesn't spread by reproduction. You're confusing left wing values with right wing values. Leftism spreads primarily through institutions; it gets to your kids when you, for example, send them to public school or to college
Forwarded from Bombadil's Athenæum
Hey dol! Merry dol! Tom's come back a-tramping,
From the silver shores of Valinor, where the waves are dancing.
Golden light and timeless day, where stars are never waning,
Tom went a-wandering far away, his heart ever singing.

Hey now! Ho now! Tom's been in the West,
Singing with the Ainur, where everything is blessed.
Lórien's gardens did he roam, with Elves and spirits fair,
But his feet grew restless for his old beloved lair.

With a hop and a skip, he left that shining land,
For the hills and the woods of the old Middle-earth stand.
Back to the barrows and the willows by the stream,
Where the Badger-brood snuffles and the Withywindle gleams.

Ho! Tom’s been a-jolly in lands so far and bright,
But none can hold his heart like these hills of ancient might.
Back to Goldberry, his river-daughter sweet,
Back to the roots of the Earth, where heart and spirit meet.

Hey dol! Merry dol! Now he's home once more,
Tom's the master in the wild, from the mountains to the shore.
Valinor was a wonder, but here he’ll ever stay,
Dancing and a-singing, till the world fades away!