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.
196.
Our Golden Times During PNoy – Part 3
Behold PNoy who is like a dragon
Faces no retreat from any contention
He has poured down his wrath
On those who taint the Straight Path
From a mighty magistrate
Who tried to abominate
To a feeble commoner
Who is considered a destroyer
And when he flaps his wings
The whole nation sings
For he is also just and forgiving
For those who went against him like the Comedy King
Because of peace and stable economy
Foreign investors and famous entertainers flocked the country
During this Year of the Dragon
Philippines has become a brighter nation.
-12/31/2012
(Dumarao)
In the distant islands of the sea,
the big crocodiles are very happy;
They swim in the flood of corruption,
as strong typhoons drown the nation.
In the far east where injustice prevails,
one dream of prosperity just fails;
The nature points its finger of ire
to the vultures with evil desire.
Bridges fall having no heavy load,
earthquakes shatter each and every road;
Exposing the unseen ghost project
and shoddy flood control that can’t protect.
Divisiveness creates doubt and fear,
investors want to disappear;
Economy is in the brink of fall,
threatening not to rise at all.
Poor people suffer, they cannot find
transparency and peace of mind;
Genuine justice is nowhere in view,
accountability fades into the blue.
But there’s still hope glimmering ahead,
to calm the heart before going to bed;
Crying in the wilderness is the voice
of truth that makes mankind rejoice!
Reality is coming.
Don't you hear its wings, a-thrumming?
When prosperity smiled
on the people of the Nile
and there was bread and onions
no Calvins, Luthers, Bunyans
could disrupt the daily toil
to sell them snake oil,
but the workers in crisis
are sure to turn to Isis.
totem poles, Superbowls, Beyonce Knowles
cellphones ring tones Alex Jones
will-they-fire-us, Covid virus, Miley Cyrus
How long can you keep
them walking in their sleep?
In the watches of the night,
don't you sometimes take fright
when you think how it will end,
the day they comprehend?
Rand Paul, Fawn Hall, Rollerball
go-fasters, phony pastors, US Masters
shock jocks, Redsox, Amanda Knox
During the investors' meeting,
don't you hear those wings, a-beating?
Open your eyes, Africa.
They have returned —
not with guns this time,
but with contracts and smiles.
You call them investors,
but they are the same colonizers,
only dressed in modern suits.
Why do you let your enemies
run your mines and gold fields?
Why do your children starve
while strangers eat from your soil?
Your copper, your lithium, your oil —
they leave your land raw,
and return to you as finished chains.
You cry for jobs,
yet you export them
with every ship of unprocessed ore.
Africa,
you are the pulse of the world’s economy,
yet you crawl in the dust
of your own abundance.
To the youth in the diaspora —
come home.
The continent calls you,
for the old guards have sold its soul.
Remove the thieves in power.
Their loyalty is not to the people,
but to the puppeteers who feed them.
Europe cannot live without you.
China trembles without your earth.
Then why do you kneel before them?
This is not the time to dream.
It is the time to awaken.
For the second colonization
is already here —
and its name is investment.
If
you say
Adam Schiff
should have his day,
maybe get a whiff
of power, making hay
on the nation’s fiscal cliff,
then you’re bright. You know Chick-Fil-A
(not the same thing as a secure SCIF)
is where bit-coin investors go to play,
the merest capitalist hieroglyph:
Coca-Cola, too, has feet of clay.
So, Socialism: jpeg? Gif?
Develop it in your tray:
to know the truth, just sniff.
This won’t go away.
You’re cool? You’re stiff?
Straight, or gay?
One riff –
PAY.
Crime is up around here
though it’s down over there
Inflation at the meat counter's got us upset
Yet eggs are priced down, grab all you can get
Tariffs making owners of companies most uneasy
Customers, too, are cautious and queasy
Wall Street sells off on Monday, a thousand points down
Investors buy the dip Tuesday, all the losses turned around
As for war and peace, ask the Pope
He’s pushing peace ~ They say he’s no dope
Bottom line for me and you
~ SNAFU! ~
Gentle tributary
of a hill-born river
suburban lake caressed
acres of fertile land -
paddy rich, growing fields
Schools of fish raced at depths
water-birds, herons, egrets,
warblers, mynas, pipits,
swallows, shikra, barbets, owls
Bowl that held varied lives
The surrounding city
rapidly scales cloud- heights, as
skilled strategists, land grabbers,
investors, policymakers,
now take her on a ride
The silenced birds, once family
to the lively-living lake,
their provider, now watch
from a mile, her being led
like a lamb to the slaughter
chemical sewers, toxic algae
rotting froth, foam, fumes engulf
volatile, fire-prone, wasted,
water body stands scrapped
A stilled lake, beyond repair
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Imaginative idealists, Inez, Ian and Inkwell Ida
Illustrious industrious iguanas from Fiji Fida
Invited intelligent Ivan to invest in indigo ink in coveted China
Industries in Indiana, Iowa, Illinois and Idaho
Indicated to Inez, Ian and Ida this was the way to go
Informing ideal initial investors from Froffits
To imagine their insane ideas initiating profits
A small bank
When I visit my bank, which is a small rural one
the bank lady who warns me not to overspend
and my wife meets I go for a coffee across
the road, they are both from Congo and have
a lot to talk about
The business in the bank is done, forenoon
the prize of pig feed and grain harvest, and so on
When I am alone, I like to come early
and enjoy the concerned people with no dramatic political
meaning other than survival
the real people's experience that contextualized
not democratic that those who invest in
the future, should it arrive, be the beneficiary
that income should be distributed according to
input, it is not about equity
At the same time, my fellow investors do send
money to help Gaza because they read
the local newspaper that is biased toward Israel
My mother thought a Jew was someone in a fur hat
selling stuff from his cart.
From the morning papers
We read the woman, a former actress
who stole a prince and was hated by the kingdom
is a duchess selling jam and pottery
Her husband, the prince, looks bewildered
We also notice the woman who was
prime minister, for a very short time found
crawling things on the carpet, given
its former occupant, this was not surprising
The woman with her short reign has
written a book, in the hope of being regarded
as something more than a misses Bean
laying her awkward talent bare in The USA
My view
is that homegrown failures
should not be exported or bought up like
water, to foreign investors
as rivers and lakes belong to the people
to swim and drown without
interference from speculatants who
muddy the water and turn it into sewers
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Global investors —FBI
Campaign dependent target
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not to write that is the question
Loyalty symbols to one’s ancestors,
Who never saw yesterday’s asbestos,
Heard not of China’s radio transistors,
Let alone U.S Trousers Investors…
What one puts on and with every passage
Releases an historical message:
Their patrons Advertizing Passers-by,
In robes they would not want to tell “Goodbye…”
The wears that bodies cover at less cost,
No fears of the seduced eyes being lost,
Yet, while Traditional Clothes are quite cheap,
Money-saving users have had to weep,
Rather few by the next fellow approached,
Save the bold planner to have them reproached;
“Heh you stop there Grossest Masquerade…”
A prompt warning against bringing off raid;
And emergency flights in them quite hard,
When killers appear one has played Bad Card.
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