Government was created to make the citizens' lives better, to make all of our days bright.
Government should never make us pay, they should help us live our best days.
If I ran the government, I would never make the citizens pay, I would do a type of profit-sharing business and give each one their profit.
Like all businesses, a country is like a business, and the people are the investors, they live and take care of their surroundings.
Government should not allow the citizens to become the product and make them pay for others to get rich and make us all get sick and left to live out in the cold and dark.
Like all businesses, it has its ups and downs, lessons are learned, and we move on with better and better ways to grow and produce for the future of all citizens.
I read of the most successful American Native Indian tribe and how they use the profit-sharing type of government and they have been very successful.
Making our tomorrows better, with each one of our works, lets us build and learn for all of us, making us have less stress and better retirements.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Wake up, citizens of Europe.
Your nations are dying in silence.
Criminals wear crowns of democracy.
They serve not you, but their ego.
They speak of freedom,
while selling war.
They wave the flag of peace,
but their hands drip with oil and blood.
Ukraine burns.
Children cry beneath falling skies.
And they call it strategy.
Tell me,
in whose interest is this war?
Not yours.
Not the farmer.
Not the worker.
Not the mother who prays at night.
NATO does not speak for you.
It speaks for the few
who feast while you starve.
Your taxes feed the war machine.
Your sweat builds their empires.
While you stand in cold streets,
searching for work,
they count their gold.
Rise, citizens of Europe.
Before silence becomes your grave.
Before your cities become ashes
and your children forget your voice.
Europe is bleeding.
Her heart grows weak.
You can still save her—
but not with fear,
not with hate,
only with courage and truth.
The time is now.
Unite.
Speak.
Act.
Or history will whisper your shame.
Ventura Court house
Security and after hours staff incite riot of aggression in dialogue opposition of resignation to free speech.
Forceful removal of citizens rights from bus terminal.
Bus terminal is not private property nor property of security uniform laborer.
Threat of deputy assist used.
Failure of staff to comply with law.
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At will employment statement
Stand Firm—Yahweh will CONFIRM
Yahweh Sabaoth is a Master of Legions
He fulfils the reputation of His Name
He Heals, Saves, and rescues His people
He draws in the New Citizens as
His Kingdom grows and grows
Yahweh fulfils his Covenant Promises
By opening doors that could never be opened
The citizens of God’s Government executes His Divine Purpose
The NAME of Yahweh shines in darkness
Glory to the Story of the Lord’s Redemption
Yahweh’s Kingdom is Peace; therefore,
Do not lose your purpose in Christ Jesus.
The NAME of Yahweh shines in darkness
The name of Yahweh sets you free
By opening doors that could never be opened
Yahweh Sabaoth is a Master of Legions
He fulfils the reputation of His Name
Stand Firm—Yahweh will CONFIRM
There is Victory Through Yahweh—a helper for his citizens in present times.
Yahweh helps His sons and daughters.
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
Senior citizens getting afraid
as it's true and also well said.
All of them are just carrying AIDS.
Off and on, are using Band AIDS.
Many of them use Hearing AIDS.
Each to accept Medical AIDS
Even some receive Organ AIDS
Children send Monetary AIDS.
Vulnerable to HIV
While senior citizen might be..
Fact, though may be astonishing.
What to do ! Hair Is Vanishing.
HIV : Abbreviation !
Oblivious - not to mention.
On January 2025 Pinhead will be proud to welcome so many of his fellow citizens to hell and god bless!!
Citizens Prerogative
In this clime of ours,
citizens right is an illusion,
the subjugation leaves a dent.
Our legs wobble with weakness,
our lungs go dry with thirst,
Dreams bleached in graves.
From one mendacious tale to another,
It's a cycle of everyday struggles,
and there's no end in sight.
Amid sighs and sobs,
amid groans and tears,
we pray for light and hope.
Where freedoms boulevard
will be crystal clear and
citizens right upheld.
The life of a third world citizen
I shade the tears of joy last night
Cos I could feel life again
I was born In the third world country
Raised by the community
I lived in the midst of alot of people
No wonder I love people
Don't except me to bleed today
Cos I shade the tears of joy last night
I saw the truth I saw the God awoke
I saw the spirits arise
I saw the truth closer
It mirrors was not broken
I saw a new life
Then I knew why the universe
Allow us to suffer first
So instead to bleed
Last night I shade tears of joy
The life of the third world citizen
Don't except me to write you
A biography of our state of emergency
It is what it is
Yet despite what it is
We are still existing greatly
From our dark world
Always present all over the globe
Singing to the world
Making the world smile
Entertaining the broken heart globally
We can't stop and let the world die
So fast in sadness
No wonder despite all the strange life
We bear
Yet we are the magic
The world can't do with out
God bless Africa
Citizens Are
By the numbers,
1,2,3... count them all you see.
From here and there and everywhere,
we are one.
America.
The land of plenty.
But what does that mean?
There is a story,
and a truth,
and freedom on paper...
that still waves
high above... in the air,
encircling her flag.
Men, women, and children
they came from every land.
Some traveled by boats,
road horses and even ran rails.
They took steamships...
sailboats, and longboats,
as passengers,
and some by chains,
unwillingly taken,
sold by their own kind,
into evil,
tricked and traded,
none spared.
They all had their own reasons,
one way or another...
but they knew together,
they were made better as a whole.
America,
the land of the free,
the brave, and heroic.
The ones that jump into the fire,
when trouble draws near.
The ones that know that faith,
has no fear at all,
"In God We Trust"
more than just words,
a way of life,
a way of living,
a way of being,
all that you can be,
because you can,
because there are no longer
restraints to weigh you down,
and the very love of being free,
fills the people,
with hope.
I
Our cry, silenced.
We watch the murder of our freedoms
Like spectators at a lynching.
Our Twenty-first-century forbearance rubbed out,
Our twentieth-century sensibilities never happened.
High court corruption,
A misogyny hell-bent on a 19th-century revival.
In its myopic mendacity,
In its mockery of fundamental democracy,
We all take great comfort in knowing
A woman’s body is now state-regulated.
There is great solace in knowing how
Raped little girls will be forced to give birth.
II
Our cry, silenced.
Oh, see all the words never included,
Never even considered in the Constitution:
“Lesbian,” “gay,” “desegregation.”
Too busy were the founders with tending
Their slaves in 1789.
Too busy they were in stealing land from
Native Americans.
The founders never wrote of Jews or Muslims,
They never knew the word “Latinx.”
But something in the mischief of children
Tells us who we really are today!
Not when women were executed for witchcraft.
Not when the founders made a Constitutional guide
Like sausage.
Published: Dissident Voice 10/23/22
L-ockdown
O-bliterates
R-abid
E-pidemic's
N-astiness
A-s
C-itizens
O-f
L-and
O-vercome
M-ysterious
A-ttack
Topic: Birthday of Lorena M. Coloma (April 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I’ve got no beef with McDonald’s or Jack
‘n the Box weighing down American towns
with greasy sacks in thin hospital gowns.
They’re just a couple of clowns selling crack
to cavalier carnies who’d like fries with that
six thousand calorie corpulent noun
with a large diet Coke to wash it all down.
Where I live (Houston) everyone is fat.
Me, you, black, white, brown, yellow, straight, gay, trans:
fat, fat, fat. Even the bum, with nothing but
a cardboard savior and his corporate name,
who begs from corners with two open hands
that dropped Vietnam, is blessed with a gut
that knows for greed to starve would break the game.
I made a citizen’s arrest today, when I saw a man robbing a liquor store.
He had a toy gun, and I recognized it as such, because I have the same one.
Unfortunately, my listening ear got involved, and by the time I took him to:
Run a few errands,
Treated him to lunch,
Helped him paint his park bench,
Hired him to do some odd jobs,
Treated him to supper,
And took him to my psychiatrist, who gave him a free session,
the police would not accept it as a citizen’s arrest.
Who knew that a citizen’s arrest only counts if you take the
culprit immediately to the police station?
Does anyone have a roll-away-bed I can borrow?
Madam pestilence
Mister insolence
Captain violence
Doctor indolence
Monsignor forgiveness
Burglars came to get my stuff, but there was nothing to steal.
So I made them into friends and we went to other people’s houses.
Making them into friends.
The burglars stopped their stealing ways,
and became kind and happy.
People loved the burglars, and they began hiring them to clean and cook,
And fix their cars, insulate their attics, babysit their children,
and groom their fussy cats.
The burglars are all legitimate workers now,
making money in a legal way.
Not stealing, not cheating, not lying.
Changed into upstanding citizens.
They never bring home things they did not pay for themselves anymore.
I am confident when other burglars break into my friends, the
Former burglar’s houses, they will make them into friends and go to other
People’s houses, knowing what they have to do.
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