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Professor John Nash was a genius mathematician played by Russel Crow
in a movie titled A Beautiful Mind. Professor John Nash was a bit schitzo.
He struggled with schizophrenia Professor Nash did. It almost destroyed his life and career.
If not for the support of his devoted loving wife,
he would have never been able to persevere.
He went on to be awarded the Nobel Prize giving hope to all mentally ill,
and I hate to admit this, not being a fan of his, he was excellently portrayed by Russel Crow.
I know this to be true. I've crossed paths with Nash a time or two.
and Russell Crow portrayed him to the tee.
I was a trucker at the time and every now and then I'd make some deliveries
and cross paths with Mr Nash on the college campus grounds of Princeton University.
Ivy leaguers smell like turd bits
Near the king’s commode where he s*its
Don should flush elites
Like what he excretes
Including these ass wipes and twits:
Yale University…J.D. Vance
Yale University…Scott Bessent
Yale University…Daniel Driscoll
Harvard University…Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
Harvard University…John Phelan
Harvard University…Dean John Sauer
Princeton and Harvard…Pete Hegseth
University of Pennsylvania...Tiffany Trump
University of Pennsylvania...Donald Trump Jr.
University of Pennsylvania...Ivanka Trump
University of Pennsylvania…Elon Musk
University of Pennsylvania…D.J. Trump
University of Pennsylvania and Harvard…Mehmet Oz
He is rich, but willing to share
Sending two billion dollars
Yes that is billions, right there
To non-profits with no collars
Yes, no strings attached.
No formal vetting or restrictions
Jeff Bezos, the head of Amazon
Sent money their way with happy convictions
His theory was that since they worked with the homeless
They would help them with things they really did need
So his crew got together, did research, and asked a few questions
Then he sent a hundred million to two dozen for working day seed
He started out born to a teenage mom in 1964
His parents did not get along, and his dad left when he was four
Jeff was a brilliant guy, went to Princeton and worked on Wall Street
But at the age of thirty he started an on-line company so sweet
He is one of the richest men in the world today, has to be….
But does that mean he’s heartless? Absolutely not, as you can see.
He gives this money freely with no restrictions or big oversight.
I am sure he sleeps soundly when he turns out the light.
Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone
others lay in memorials of the mind and heart of freedom's start.
Walking in the shadows of the forest growing bare
the pathway, worn and tattered by twigs and leaves of this locale
abandoned layers born of unknown, hidden architects no longer there
an opening spillway becomes a stage to walled canals.
Some harvested stone stacked upon each side
keeping water flow secure along Delaware and Raritan park roams
contained and directed from Bound Brook on to Princeton pride
away from the mix of dirt and cobblestones.
Who once walked here, where canoed and kayak waters strewn?
along this unpaved curl of hidden trails indemnity
twists and turns unfurling to a spillway hewn
where memorials now stand as markers without memory.
They say, Irish immigrants built this waterway like a well-planned quilt
some bodies buried where they worked and died
benath the rocked mortared wall containments blood built
and their hearts sought freedom without walls that today still cry,
For Craig Cornish cotest, A Wall in the Woods
10/7/2020
Background: The 70-mile Delaware and Raritan Canal State Park is one of central New Jersey's most popular recreational corridors for canoeing, jogging, hiking, bicycling, fishing and horseback riding. The canal and the park are part of the National Recreation Trail System. This linear park is also a valuable wildlife corridor connecting fields and forests. A recent bird survey conducted in the park revealed 160 species of birds, almost 90 of which nested in the park.
With its wooden bridges and 19th century bridge tender houses, remnants of locks, cobblestone spillways and hand-built stone-arched culverts, the canal is a tremendous attraction for history lovers. The upper portion of the feeder canal follows the Delaware River through historic New Jersey towns such as Frenchtown, Stockton and Lambertville. The main canal passes the Port Mercer bridge tender's house, through the charming villages of Kingston and Griggstown to Blackwells Mills.
“Well, Dad, I’m off to good old Princeton, the college of our dreams”
“Yes, son, won’t be long and you’ll be Vice-President of my corporate team”
"So, son, are you taking any business courses this semester?”
“Well, Dad, I thought I’d give that Princeton tiger a test or --
you know, get my required courses out of the way first”
“I see, my son, I see. So what’ll it be: English, Physics, trigonometry?”
“Well, Dad, actually it’s everyone’s favorite class on campus”
“In what discipline, son? In what field?”
“Well, Dad, it’s in anthropology”
“Anthropology? Why, that’s for stoned-out freaks who hang around the Plaza”
“Well, Dad, not really. Um, er... It's #1 in popularity.
-- It’s a course on the intersection of gender studies
~ and the genocide in Gaza”
(Gulping): “Son, can you describe the contents of this ‘campus favorite’ to me?”
“Well, Dad: ‘Drawing on decolonial, indigenous and feminist thought, we examine
how genocidal projects target reproductive life, sexual and familial structures, and
community survival.”**
“Gadzooks! Guess you won’t be needing my old beaver coat at Princeton. Heh-heh… Now tell
me, son: How is this intersectional genocide course gonna pay for the mortgage and groceries
at all?”
“Well, Dad ~ Isn’t that YOUR JOB, old buddy, old pal?”
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** Taken verbatim from an article on Princeton by Peter D'Abrosca of Fox News, today's date.
Seventy years ago in Princeton, West Virginia on a cold December third night
an earthly angel was born unto us and her name was Audrey Wright
a blessed child of God, a devoted disciple of Christ
and we've gathered here this evening to celebrate her life
With her husband Joe she has had over forty years of wedded joy
David, Dominick and Bobby Jr. are their 3 handsome boys
a member of the Historic Berean Baptist Church for a score of years
a deacon, a playwright, a woman of substance whom we all love and hold so dear
a truly talented individual who has a funny and dramatic flair with the pen
she writes the type of plays that makes you renew your faith in God all over again
I consider myself doubly blessed to have her as a sister and friend in Christ
and to everyone she has ever met in someway she has touched their life
she had the nerve to inform me that she was seventy years young
but as I look upon her lovely face, she doesn't look a day over forty-one
excellence, eloquence and elegance are the traits she humbly conveys
and I'm extremely honored to write this tribute for her seventieth birthday
I love you and congratulations to you, my dear friend Audrey Wright
and may the Lord Our God continue to bless you and keep you always in His sight
I am not going to let this world stress me out anymore because the Lord answers prayers. Recently, I passed away and made it all the way to heaven. This time, I am one of God’s holy angels.
Lord, I need to step out of this world again and find myself a shady tree.
Folks are killing each other for no reason at all. Yesterday, the sun started crying.
because they build those skyscrapers too high in these neighborhoods. Well, I am too scared to go in an elevator downtown. Every time I look up at those skyscraper buildings, my arthritis kicks in. Lord, in the morning, I need a little bit of sunshine on my face. Where is Mama's shady tree?
Every time I pick up the newspaper, I see corruption, violence, and bad news in this world. Mama used to say, “What the world needs now is love, sweet love." Look at these kids bringing guns and knives to school and participating in lock downs instead of lunch breaks. I know some of these kids are spoiled to the core.
Anyway, the kids figure it is more economical to sell drugs than to attend Yale or Princeton.
college. Well, too many video games and all that bling-bling rap music on TV are
destroying their young minds. Look at the young girls having babies and leaving a helpless
and a poor baby in the trash bins for the garbage men to pick up. We have babies making
more babies.
Oh, heavenly Father and sweet Jesus, I need my shady tree to recover from all this mess! Lord, we have too many children ripping and running these streets without fathers at home, providing clothes, food, and shelter.
Cassius, please bring your mama a glass of ice water. Have you heard about the good news, “Jesus is coming back?” Lord, just let me live 999 years, or as long as Moses lived.
Well, I remember, back in the day, whenever I had any troubles in the world, I just went looking for Mama's shady tree. Cassius, please bring Mama her slippers so I can rest these tired old feet.
Now, bless his little soul. Well, I don't have to worry about it anymore because I died and went to heaven.
date: Feb 15, 2017
Always the same little hash joint.
For lunch, the identical dish -
in Kremzer's, on Mott and Delancey,
potatoes and yiddisher fish.
His real name was Julius Henry,
but "Groucho" is how he was known.
His whim was to lunch in the corner,
unsmiling, unnoticed, alone.
So in comes a true-born impresser,
a back-slapping man about town.
He's towing some Princeton professor,
and eyeballs the vaudeville clown.
Finagling faux introductions,
the forte of showbusiness sharks:
he'll astonish the ecrivain manque ...
"I'll get you an entree with Marx!"
He gives it the big how's-it-going,
the Princeton prick shuffles his feet.
But Groucho, unseeing, unknowing,
uncaring, continues to eat.
"This man wrote 'The Vanderbilts', damn it!"
(incipient panic attack).
Without looking up, answers Groucho,
"The Vanderbilts - did they write back?"
Every small town along Interstate 80
told a story as my car tires sang.
They reminded me I’d been
with them before, still nestled
in fields of corn as they witnessed
each season as it passed. I surfed the radio
and with a second ear, learned to listen
for secrets the land revealed.
Downstate, locals said were true
to life, away from glistening towers
of Chicago as it rose on shoulders
of a lake that thought it was an ocean.
A friend once told me about
a woman who never drove the Loop.
A mother in a diner with two toddlers
told them to use their indoor voices
such excitement found, their lives
lying ahead. Her father nodded
to the memories they stirred.
Geneseo, Mineral and Princeton—
the story played out everywhere.
This I knew. I checked the oil
tires and gas before I started.
my car
a vessel for life
as it passes
A call to arms for those who believe
A reason for the nation to grieve
Leadership to continue the rot
Trying to destroy what we were taught
No longer Christian is what he decrees
Treating the Christian as if a disease
If this is the man we choose to elect
Then for this government I lose all respect
Married to a woman whose views are fascist
Her own Princeton thesis shows her as racist
We do need change but not that kind
Where In God we Trust will be hard to find
Once his changes, he does enact
No longer Christian will become fact.
Remember that statement “No longer Christian" when you vote in November.