My nephew is tolerant and fair
Not impressed with a sea of dyed hair
His high school teachers think he's a gem
But he's dismayed by kids wanting to be called they/them.
My niece had a problem with the school bathroom
Other girls vaping marijuana, can't stop, I assume.
I myself don't think it nice
To tell kids to go out and protest ICE.
(chorus)
It's past time we leave the kids alone
Let their worldview start at home
Don't try to reshape them by degrees.
Concentrate on teaching ABC's.
The NEA says teachers must push "gender, class and race."
Seems to me that they are talking out of place.
We spend over 20,000 per student nationwide.
But with those math scores, teachers should hide.
(bridge)
Kids learn slogans, learn what to say,
But can’t explain how loans accrue each day.
Teach them how to think, not what to think,
Then let the cause pushers into the rink.
(final chorus)
It's past time we leave the kids alone
Let their worldview start at home
Let their spirit be carefree
Replace those gender posters with ABC.
People who’ve been indoctrinated by public education
Think the fascists/Nazis were “far right”,
When it’s clear the national socialist platform
Was just that; nationalist and socialist.
These indoctrinated fools
Have an extremely narrow idea of the spectrum
That ranges from total government on the Left
To zero government on the Right.
Saying the left of center fascists are right wing
Is like only seeing red to yellow on the color spectrum
Somehow ignorant, willfully or not,
Of all that lies to the right of green.
(11/12/25)
(“Pantheism Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
People come in all shapes and sizes
But in my experience
There are basically only two types;
Sheep and goats.
Now everyone knows
Sheep go to heaven and goats go to hell,
But pretty much you are what you are
And can only pretend otherwise for so long.
Of course the heaven of sheep
Is nothing more than a nice green pasture
Fenced in and patrolled by a big dog
While the hell of a goat
Is a rocky knoll, with a nice view
And no body to disturb him.
I don’t know about you, but I’ll take the rocky knoll
Without its vaccinations or public school indoctrination
Any day, and any way
Come hell or high water.
After all, I know how to climb and swim
And living free or dying
Isn’t a choice
But a statement of fact.
Now that I think of it
I can understand where the sheep are coming from
And that safe little pasture down there
Sure looks nice,
But wait, isn’t that the mobile slaughter truck
Coming up their drive now…
(10/4/25)
I know lots of liberals who can’t seem to grasp
That they are in fact the fascists
Because they know they are of the Left
And fascists are of course of the Right.
These liberals I know are all smart,
Smarter than average, smarter than me,
But they are wrong about what fascism is
As they are wrong about many things.
But just as dumb people know they are dumb
The smart know they are smart
And thus think they have formed correct views
When in fact, like everyone, they have just been programmed.
(8/20/25)
I saw her in a meadow high
Where red flowers touch the sky
Her eyes were mournful, so much inside
I looked within, skepticism died
(chorus)
I'm in love with a big blue cow
And a big blue cow loves me
She don't have a job, but she survives
Without that college degree
She don't take drugs, and she don't drink
We agree about politics, I think.
I used to date a gal, who talked a storm
But I felt cold, I had to feel warm
I wanted a date who understood me
This cow is electric, I touched the fence, and I see.
Now its the wrong species, my parents would plea
But species is what I say it must be
In Kindergarten, they indoctrinated me
with a gender book, for kids aged three
At this point, you might say I'm moronic
But true love is always platonic
over 28 percent of young women say they are gay
I think that society made them that way
So don't laugh at me when I avow
eternal affection for my big blue cow
I'll go to the meadow, and gaze in her eyes
where bees buzz, and the condor cries
You may say I believe what I want to believe
But who doesn't, and love can't deceive.
from cradle to grave,
the man does learn everyday
indoctrination
or doctrination
people do many learnings,
in every moment
Do not go gentle into that totalitarian night
They lured you in with the promise of a new day
Rage against their deception, and for freedom's light
From a stagnant pool, you jumped into a river of no return
They said the new would rise, the old could burn
Swim against their current, rage against their tide
Face the mistake you made of choosing the wrong side.
Good men, deceived, crying for a mirage bright
Efforts at social justice inverted their deeds to dark
Still time to review how it happened, but no time to win the fight.
Grave men but old who tried to give blind new sight
They blazed like meteors, but fell short and lost the day
From all directions enemies come, too late to defend what's right
And you my father, there in that sad height
You said death was better than seeing what would come
A cursed sunset, a bitter sinking sun.
Don't look outside, draw the shades, as the noose draws tight
We'll shed tears together before the dying of the light.
Lemmings run in tunnels deep,
The obsessed won't let the phantoms sleep,
But I can't stampede with brainwashed sheep,
I plunged into the soul river.
Leaving the crowd was hard to do
My heart, deceived, believed it knew,
But I left the comfort zone, joined the few.
And plunged into the soul river.
I entered the heart of the silent night,
Where the moon whispered soft and bright,
A path of dreams, it just felt right,
Between the cliffs of the soul river.
Beneath the sky of endless stars,
I put on hold the wounds and scars,
The current took me, ventured far,
I drifted with the soul river.
[chorus]
Soul river, carry me,
To the place where I am free,
Free to think and disagree.
Free to pursue life's mystery.
Then morning came with golden hue,
Each dream left its subconscious clue,
My heart learned from the journey true,
Guided by the soul river.
Mountains reflect in serene clear lakes
Though my friends don't learn from their mistakes,
I will not be with them, for time rushes by
I'd rather feel bad with truth, then good with a lie.
If you accept any accurate or misinformation,
without doing any research and without question,
then you are a victim of ignorant thinking,
making you a very good candidate for indoctrination,
with very little hope of ever deprograming,
rendering you helpless to any independent thinking.
Go to sleep now.
.
.
.
And when you awake you will find
A new world, with new desires
New feelings, new beliefs and new joys
You will experience a sense of total satisfaction
Acceptance, and sureness of yourself
No more pain and need and disappointment
Only gentle bliss.
But that makes me less
That steals away my humanity, my comparisons
My decisions; even my mistakes.
You don’t have the right to deny me my suffering
Who makes these decisions anyway?
Let me up -- I must go
Damn these straps and your stone-faced grin!
Let me up -- My tears spew with hatred
Rage seething as my blood and snot and weeping mix
.
.
.
Go to sleep now. . . .
Lost in a desperate mind world
Seeking a sense of community
and a need to belong
through an innate desire to be whole again.
But confused…
The path nebulous.
And through indoctrination
either directly or unintentionally
or perhaps inadvertently
harboring a vision that individuality is the answer
through a desire to see and “find oneself”
but left with only a false mirrored reflection
of who one really is.
And one says, “It is my right!”
hoping that it becomes “their destiny”
but really is only “deluded identity”.
And this desire
gives life to the belief
that one will find and understand oneself
by way of separating from that “other”.
The result…
illness within
then spreading to community
for the connectivity link now broken.
And without humility…
there is little compassion.
And without compassion…
there is a lack of understanding.
And without understanding…
one becomes lost
in ones own separate ways…
severed from the natural world of community…
exhibiting the dark side of humanity.
Pandora has a big black box.
Woe the day she turns on FOX.
May she then begin again
and turn the switch to CNN,
or better still, to the BBC.
While hope remains
all shadows flee.
There has always been war, there will always be war.
There has always been scarcity, there will always be poor.
There will never be world peace, there will always be hate and criminality.
If you believe any or all of the above, you've been indoctrinated heavily.
If you don't think we can change the world for the better, that only means,
that you will be one of those who didn't, because of your complacency.
People are not born to hate or discriminate
To abuse or to violate,
These acts are taught through domestication
Of powerful indoctrination
And continual manipulation,
Through media, parents and society
It hard to escape this reality,
To find our love and inner peace
At least this is my philosophy
A personal opinion and thesis,
That says if we promote a more positive way
In the same way we see negativity displayed,
That we could manifest and transform people to change
The way they live from day to day,
With positive role models
That don't reinforce fear
This much I believe to be clear,
Where people become less fake and more sincere
The future could be bright and clear,
And that the people of this world could learn to unite
And heal the callous political divides,
That are used by those who rule
To breed a tribal and confused,
Humanity that is not born but bred to hate
Through the use of a brainwashing state
That requires our compliance,
So that it can rule and control
But through change we can return power to the people.
Along the path of righteousness
the blind, they lead the blind
There is no second guessing here
don't say what's on your mind
What is, made up, is set in stone
can't catch another train
The one you're on is yours for life
and on it you'll remain
Cross the river, (That of hope)
you must now sink or swim
They will not let you rationalize
it's looking mighty grim
That classroom of tomorrow?
it starts for you today
They know you must be centralized
for them to have their way
How can they, control your mind?
it is a scary thought
Altered text and history books
no battle, need be fought
Think tanks, panels, programming
they help bring you along
Before you know, you're one of them
now where did you go wrong?.....
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