Jeremiah Cornelius's Journal: Get Yerself an OWS Rope, and Topple these Fuckers!

Back when I proposed that OWS topple statues of Ronald Reagan, I wasn't actually sure if any had been established.

But now, we have the object for our contempt: Nine foot statues of the Patron Saint of Corporate Fascism.

Read this closely, and I think we can discover from where Cain derived his '9, 9, 9".

If you crack the head open, is there a miniature, bronze GHW Bush, spinning knobs and pulling puppet-levers?

I AM OZYMANDIAS! KING of MOTHERFUCKING KINGS! LOOK UPON MY WORKS, OH YE MIGHTY MOTHERFUCKERS, AND DESPAIR!

The conclusion...

[johndiii]

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

One of my favorites of Shelley's work.

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[johndiii]

That looks odd. The entire poem, for context:

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those p

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[Jeremiah Cornelius]

And a pity that this has become an undergraduate trope of sorts. Shelly was a pure bolt of natural brilliance.

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[Jeremiah Cornelius]

        Rise like Lions after slumber
        In unvanquishable number,
        Shake your chains to earth like dew
        Which in sleep had fallen on you-
        Ye are many -- they are few

You got nothing I want You got nothing I need

[tqft]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_6NOIeziQQ [youtube.com]
You got nothing I want nothing I need
You got the money I got the time