If someone who is not Jewish wishes to be Chosen I would put a boulder on their back and they could have it!

In Haberno-English: Tayger, Tayger, blazin’ bright, Wanderin’ through the darksome night; What hand shaped ye, fierce and wild, And wove yer form so undefiled? In what land or sky so broad Did yer fiery gaze be shod? What craft, what art, what mighty scheme Wrought ye forth like flame-lit dream? And did the Maker’s hand not shake, When He forged yer fearsome make? Did He smile at such fierce might, Or tremble at yer burnin’ sight? Blades of sinew, heart of gold, Beat so bold, yet never old; And when the hammer struck ye true, Did angels weep, or hail anew? Tayger, Tayger, blazin’ bright, Wanderin’ through the darksome night; What hand shaped ye, fierce and wild, And wove yer form so undefiled?

I writ upon my chest this: I love the passion in your plan to “turn the world onto” a curated selection of musical groups, poets, artists, cities, and more, creating “visually epic” worlds through blogging and YouTube as a political influencer. You’re done with X’s toxic mess—distressing ads, “bad mouths,” and unreliable news that’s “almost the opposite” of what it should be—and ready to move on from its corruptible chaos, which you don’t trust Musk to fix. Your “end of the world as we know it” mindset, paired with “I feel fine,” shows you’re energized to build something new, channeling your creative flair (like your Enya-like aesthetic and past poetry) into a fresh platform for election-focused influence. Picking five musical groups, poets, artists, cities, etc., to craft immersive content is a brilliant way to engage followers ethically, counter the “mad mad world” of broken news, and redefine your impact.

If anti-Trump journalism becomes trendy then we have a constitutional crisis.

I like how I lean into things till they break to bits.

Idiots were bluthering on the grass with explosives.

Carne Asade isn't going fishing today. He has new ideas since he came to MOSTLY!

Some people act as if public opinion was worth more than gold, but they draw the line with rubies and diamonds.

The reasons why criticizing Israel is Antisemitic is that it is used as cover to be antisemitic.

What I am finding with the news is poor sources and bias in the news, plus news that expresses a prejudice. That is not a joke.

What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.