“How should the world be luckier if this house
Where passion and precision have been one
Time out of mind, become too ruinous
To breed the lidless eye that loves the sun,
And the sweet laughing eagle thoughts that grow
Where wings have memory of wings, and all that comes
Of the best knit to the best? Although
Mean roof trees might be sturdier for its fall,
How should their luck run high enough to reach
The gifts that govern men, and after these
To gradual Time’s last gift: a written speech
Wrought of high laughter, loveliness, and ease? “
—Yeats, On a House Shaken by the Land Agitation
The poet was talking about the redistribution of land owned by the Anglo-Irish Ascendancy ,and specifically, I think, about Lady Gregory’s mansion at Coole Park.
But today, as the poem ran through my head, I thought of the words “this house” as referring to our American Republic.
If we fall, the whole world is less “lucky”, darker, grimmer, poorer. No other country in the world has ever had our “reach”, our “sweet laughing eagle thoughts”, our many, many gifts.
God save the United States.
ST UnWoked & UnVaxxed! 
Amen.
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Hyp, we invited Him out a long time ago; and, gentleman that He is, He complied with being uninvited and inactive….He’s leaving it up to us now, as he did, often, with ancient Israel. Maybe, if we act in His name again – and ask nicely – He’ll visit us again.
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We need a new (military) draft to reunite us as well as to put a spotlight on the runaway appetite of the military-intel-media complex.
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