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"America’s right wing has been able to shape reality in large part because of the 1996 advent of the Fox News Channel..."

"Beor's Lament

Among the mead-cups, misery I suffered --
Sloshed with gesiðas, smashed at the feast,
as hamstrung as Weland ‧ wandering back
to bed and breakfast ‧ in back of beyond --
consumed sufficient ‧ to stupefy legs --
winter-cold exile -- waking in ditch.

That drunkenness passed, so may this.

And like Geat’s wife, woeful Mæþhild,
sad at symbels, a sorrow-love --
On wine I whine, wibble sleep-reft,
A miserable man, maudlin-bladdered.

That drunkenness passed, so may this.

Like Theodric’s rule ‧ for thirty years
in the stronghold ‧ of the hotel toilet,
I seem to spend life ‧ spewing in cubicles.

That drunkenness passed, so may this.

Whetted on whiskey, wolfish I became.
Like Eormanric, I ruled the meadbench --
sixty gesithas ‧ by sorrow bound,
grim while I regaled them ‧ with god-awful jokes --
companions praying ‧ the punch line would come.

That drunkenness passed, so may this.

Of my present plight ‧ I plead to speak.
I once was a wordsmith, a weaver of verse
Remembered by many -- Martin my name --
but cider and spirits ‧ I’ve supped with ale,
and mixing mead ‧ with mulled wine
has tied my tongue, ‧ taken my eloquence.
Beor has broken ‧ my bardic spell.

That drunkenness passed, so may this."

--Martin Vine via

A Dove Has Spread Her Wings and Asks for Peace.

“We are in a prison of our own minds holding our own chains around us. We create our oligarchs and fight for their right to oppress us.”
― Heather Marsh, Binding Chaos via @kanenas-kaneis.bsky.social

Street of Sailmakers.