Dave Bonta

Hillary Clinton doubled down at the Doha Forum on remarks she made last week at the Israel Hayom Summit, where she claimed young people who are pro-Palestinian have been propagandized and misinformed by social media. Moments ago, she said young people are getting an “incomplete” picture of the conflict. While acknowledging that the suffering in Gaza is “horrific,” Clinton added that “suffering everywhere is horrific,” arguing that hyper-focusing “on one terrible conflict doesn’t do justice to the challenges that we are confronting.” “I am angry about all of the human rights abuses,” she said. “I’m angry about all the excessive uses of force. I’m angry about what happened on October 7 in Israel. I’m angry about what happened in Gaza. I’m angry about what Russia is doing to Ukraine. I’m angry about what is happening in Sudan. I’m angry about what is happening in eastern Congo.” Note: The United States has sent more than $25 billion in taxpayer funding to Israel over the past two years to help it commit genocide in Gaza. U.S. taxpayers are not directly funding what Russia is doing in Ukraine, nor the other conflicts Clinton cited.

Hillary Clinton doubled down at the Doha Forum on remarks she made last week at the Israel Hayom Summit, where she claimed young people who are pro-Palestinian have been propagandized & misinformed by social media. Moments ago, she said young people are getting an “incomplete” picture of the...

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The sky and ground nearly rhyme in their oppressive whiteness. A red squirrel sounds as if he's having a psychotic break, trying to defend a hollow black locust no doubt stuffed with acorns and walnuts.

goddamn, I never knew that

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An hour past sunrise, there's a growing radiance as blue sky spreads in the west. Even after all these years of wildlife-watching, I can't stop marvelling at the acrobatics and shenanigans of gray squirrels.

Clinton will never stop being disappointed in people for having the wrong opinions. She is the purest distillation of liberal elitist condescension. Good of her to drop the mask of enlightened centrist long enough for erstwhile fans to perceive her true imperialist sociopathy.

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The clouds begin to thin by mid-morning, lightening the gloom. The hollow hulk of a dead maple next to the road emits nuthatch calls.

barefoot through the snow black bear

barefoot through the snow black bear

#haiku #monoku

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Light snow falling at sunrise—enough to obscure the identity of a line of tracks emerging from under the house. In the patch of dead bracken, one frond sways gently on its stalk.

Malt, Mould, or Saliva | Larsblog Personal blog of Lars Marius Garshol.

I tried to look at the past 13,000 years of beer brewing from a bird's eye perspective. That leads to some reflections I certainly didn't expect.

A simple way to put it: there are three kinds of beer, but not the ones you expect.

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White ground and a white sky, with only the trees to keep them apart. The squirrels are still avoiding the snowy sides of limbs, except when they need a spot to sit and work on a nut.

out walking

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A dawn bright with snowlight, the storm a kind of theater in which the play consists of a thin white curtain falling and falling. As the temperature inches up, the flakes begin to fatten. A squirrel dashes to the end of a limb on its snow-free underside to pluck one of the last unfallen…

Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 48 A personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.

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Heavily overcast, with a brief insinuation of pink at two minutes till sunrise. The fluting of tundra swans draws my eye to a high, ragged convoy just disappearing over the ridge.

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Gloomy and still. The faint rattle of something like rain, that soon turns into something like snow and peters out. A distant honking of geese.

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Gloomy and still for the opening day of regular firearms season for deer. Every ten minutes or so, another boom. A raven flies over with another in close pursuit emitting what sounds like harsh laughter.

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Almost all this morning's voices belong to the wind, except for the nasal chirps of a white-breasted nuthatch somewhere. Snow flies back and forth, never seeming to land.

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Heavy gray skies and a bitter wind drop snowflakes in my lap—little six-spoked wheels. A red squirrel at the edge of the porch looks annoyed to find me in its seat.

thank you

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The rain peters out not long after sunrise. Fog retreats up the hill. A ladybird beetle wanders the folds of my barn coat.

Beautiful thought and writing. I feel so good after reading the Digest. Giving thanks to Dave!

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Light rain as the sky grows light. Two screech owls call back and forth, trill answering quaver, just as the Carolina wrens do a few minutes later.

That's the hope. And I must admit I do struggle a bit this time of year, when sunlight floods the forest and everything feels stranded and exposed. Thankfully we have the long nights to make up for it.

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Cloudless and still, except for the Amish men with nail guns firing into the roof of my mother's house. The sun clears the ridge. A saw sinks its teeth into a two-by-four.

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Overcast at sunrise, with just three small clouds turning pink. The top roof drips dew onto the porch roof: a rhythmless percussion. Each time I look up from my book, there's more blue.