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Intersectionality is the abstract idea
That all that’s distinctive about us,
Specifically all we feel uncomfortable with,
Our lack of belonging or opportunity
Which might make us feel the victim,
Is multiplicative.
Meaning if you have five victim categories
In your identity bucket
It’s more like you score 120 on the victim scale
Than a mere additive score of 5.
But the effect isn’t you resolve your sense of victimhood,
Instead it just magnifies.
Which might elevate you
To the top of the victim pyramid
But it won’t end your suffering,
In fact it’ll do the opposite.
The only way to end your suffering,
Whether you have five or five hundred
Exponents in your intersectional equation,
Is to add some insight and direct experience
Of your true nature.
In this way the whole string of grievances
Is multiplied by zero and so rendered a total sum
Of zero.
What is this zero point?
Buddhist’s call it sunyata, or emptiness,
Empty not in the sense of an empty bowl
But empty of any true identity
The way a table is only a label attached
To a collection of parts and processes.
Such inherent lack of identity or thingness
Is like garlic to a vampire for an identity huckster
You know, the kind who tells you to add up
And multiply all your intersectional qualities.
Once the emptiness of self and other
Is directly realized, victimhood is no long an option.
So why isn’t this taught
In school and corporate trainings on DEI?
Because those trainers don’t want you free
Of your suffering, anxiety and fear
With the wisdom of our interdependence,
They want you to dependently pay, and pay and pay,
Pay them and their cause
Not just as a loyal customer victim,
But as a slave, bound forever
To their master class of hucksters.
So just remember the next time
You start to feel overwhelmed
Or someone tries to lay a trip on you
About how bad you are as an oppressor
Or how bad life is for them as an oppressed,
At the core of this whole house of cards
Is sunyata,
The interdependence of everything
Not a solid immovable thing or a mere nothing,
But a process of becoming
Entangled or disentangled,
Depending on us.
(9/19/25)
Palma Christe Uses
Food additive and flavoring agent no wonder we get sick now
Mold inhibitor agree with this one mold could not survive in its presence
Ingredients in skin care products like lipstick_don't lick those lips so much
Part of the seed contains a potent toxin called ricin which is deadly poison
An infection lingered after doctor's visit
Momma said castor oil the solution
Grape flavored slime
Gag, gag, nausea
Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit
Cough, cough, cough
Diarrhea all night
Now two illnesses, upset stomach and snotty nose
Thank God no longer used as a medical treatment
How could anyone give poison to a person anyway
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: The Subject Listing Makes us
Written: May 06, 2014
verbal rhythm mnemonics
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Don't say it's clever
I mean us together
sorta amazing
how it all came about
Whats that your saying
for what are you praying
it's so sweet and lovly
you know what I am talking about
Whipping Cream
Milk
Eggs
Vanilla
Acorn Squash Puree
Sugar
Pure Maple Syrup
Bourbon (optional)
Ginger
Pumpkin Pie Spice
Salt
Pie Crust
The Cajun Short-Cut
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in a bowl mix
1/4 cup of Dr. McGillicuddy's Cinnamon Flavored liqueur
1/4 honey
1/4 cup of brown sugar
1/4 cup molasses
1/4 cup of white sugar
1/4 cup of Maple Syrup
simmer and bring to rolling boil
remove allow to cool.
use as an additive to the recipe to increase flavor
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6 acorn squash halved
roast until soft and carmelized
scoop from the skins and place in mixing bowl to slightly cool
add butter 1 &/2 sticks
2/3 cups of cream cheese
1 cup of heavy cream
2 T of Pur vanilla extract
2/3 cup of minced smoked alomds
4 eggs
5 T of the Cajuin Short-cut
3/4 cup of maple syrup
1 cup of sugar
4 T of spice rum
1 T ground Ginger
2 T of Pumkin pie spice
2 T Corn starch
mix smooth
fill pie crust bake until golden brown crust
chill for 2 hours
whip up some whipped cream and serve cold or room temperture.
they were instructed not to began pie eating until after 2 hours
it was 10;00 p.m.
ND AT 12;01 EVERBODY
WAANTED SUM!
Salt is the seasoning, the spice of life
The reason for giving out
Flavors to heal hurt
Herbs to relieve grief
Suggestions that fill minds
With hope, faith and love
Salt is the zest of giving
The tang that touches
Upon the heart’s feelings
The additive that suggests
We all need God’s healing
With the adoring light of living
Salt is the flavoring, the hint of
Hope that rises inside one
Who knows that love is there
Alive on the inside of the soul
Where the Holy Spirit lives
And guides us toward much more
Salt is the sense of truth
That beckons to our minds
Heavenly suggestions of joy
Inspiring the spirit to delight
In the wisdom of sending out
Laughter, smiles and gentleness
Salt is the aroma of tears and sunshine
The grasp of feeling inside one
Who knows that faith is alive
Providing a sense of assurance
Insight into the scriptural blessings
That thrive with pure inspiration
Salt is the touch of color pouring down
From the edge of the rainbow
From beginning to end, shades
Of pastel gentleness relieving souls
Of the sorrow, worry and fear
Sending love through that stunning arc
Salt is the essence of God’s breath
Sighing with the whisper of a caress
Gentle appreciation sent down to us
Who know that He lives and sends us
Quiet joy, hope, faith, serenity and more
To fill us up with unconditional love
Matthew 5:13 King James Version
13 Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men.
Salt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
February 25, 2021
"The Heart Worn Lips"
She wore her heart on her lips as she spoke
the white owl sitting on one shoulder hooting wisdom
the black crow perched on the other hidden in shadow cawing dark things
the voice made moderate in the in-between
rolling out into the aether words like dice
flying to land like black-winged strokes on a wholesome alabaster page
the meaning captured more in the intonation
than the visual puzzle left wide open and waiting unexplained
for the taste of luck in the silent air, in circles the hungry eyes ever watching
the heart worn in flight
the lips stop speaking
the mind takes over
no sound
endomorphism rings
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Endomorphism rings always have additive and multiplicative identities, respectively the zero map and identity map."
“I can feel myself slowly fading from your mind.”
"Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom."
Cashing in my savings bonds
and tapping out my bank accounts,
got me into a high stakes poker game
in a Las Vegas casino.
Emboldened by my knack for winning
Texas Hold 'em online,
I dove straight into the deep waters
where it's sink or swim, with whales and sharks.
Gambling's an additive rush
that offers instantaneous gratification
found only in the thrill of taking risks,
and I can hardly wait to wet my toes.
I get dealt an ace of clubs
with an ace of diamonds down,
but the flop's flushing with hearts.
And the bluffing commences,
with ruthless, aggressive bids.
Not here to play it safe,
I call all in!
But, no sooner had the words left my mouth,
when I got called with a pair of kings, and one is a heart!
Fear seized me, griping my spine like a vice
as the ace of hearts lands on the turn,
and a flush is now on the table.
But lady luck rowed in on the river,
and the ace of spades fell in Her wake,
giving me a miraculous, heart-pounding win.
And climbing on top of an adrenaline rush
I make it rain,
watering the garden of my dreams
with hundred dollar bills.
(Free Verse)
04/22/2020
An unusual thing,
The Perpendicular X,
Just a symbol to most,
Filled with meaning and fortitude.
It tells people in motion,
Judgment is protocol,
Logic and sense, if ignored,
Could lead to a quadrilateral stigma.
To humans in despair,
Hope and righteousness, it possesses,
True, only in the mystical sense,
We know society's smarter than that.
In the world of format,
It's used as additive,
Trying to make something larger than it really is,
Now, is this necessary?
The simple intersection of,
Two indefinite slashes,
Separates the dumb and the smart,
Unfortunately, also the devoted from the ignorant.
(7/84)