[ifinnegan]

“...the next rough beast might slouch over the corpse of the republic”

True?

What does it even mean?

[Paine in the Neck]

What does it even mean?

It's literary a take-off on Yeats' The Second Coming.

[Boogieman]

THE SECOND COMING

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

William Butler Yeats

[x_plus_one]

Chillingly as the Obama regime keeps advocating for World War III, this report continues, the American people are being kept from knowing how close their nuclear destruction is by their propaganda media—but cannot be said about the Russian peoples as their media, on a daily basis, is warning of this “direct military confrontation” that is on par with the Cuban missile crisis that, likewise, threatened to destroy the world.

To how the American people are being kept in the dark by their government about the greatest threat to them in all of their history, MoD analysts in this report write, is due to billions-of-dollars of propaganda being spent to keep them clueless by the Obama regime—and that newly released documents in Britain show that government is now doing against their people too.

http://www.whatdoesitmean.com/index2132.htm

[Vermont Lt]

It’s from a poem by Keats.

The Second Coming.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?