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Anarchy
“Anarchy.” Wondered, Master Satan.
Yes anarchy. Because of the moral.
“The moral. What moral?” What??
The only true and original. From God.
“From God.” Do you think that's right?”
Yes. That is right. The Right. Only one.
“Only one? From the One. Only One?”
But degenerated science blocks his.
“His eternal work and life. The creation.”
Yes. I mean it. Medicine is the anarchy.
“Anarchy. Stateless society. Medicine?”
I mean, block the mental poison. All of.
“Good idea.” Civil desiboidence. Hmm.”
Yes. People say no. No mental crime.
“Anymore. Basically paid by governments.”
The mental crime. Yes. Man-made crime.
They are legalized mental criminals. All.
“Psychology. Psychologists. You don’t like.”
Destroyed my life. My life goals. My desires.
“But the state is re-creating them. Again.”
This is the key. Your sentence. Opposite.
“What opposite? Do you mean state-God?”
Yes, and re-creating is deleting all of them.
“Oh, I understand. The order of God is life.”
Yes. Sure. The perfect order. Without rulers.
“Without psychologists, you mean it first.”
Yes. They are soldiers of this world. Paid.
“You mean the mental control. And power.”
Yes. The perfect world is perfect tranquility.
And there is no state, state power. Never.
“Then?” What is there? Humanity, no kings?”
A society without a state. Without human rulers.
The perfect anarchy. Pure life. The Paradise.
Yes. Life there is independent of human laws.
“Yes. But you aren’t talking about human rights.”
Yes. There is no crime. No need for human rights.
“What is there? What? You can’t live without rights.”
Human rights protect you in the human world. “Yes.”
There is no need to be afraid anymore. — The world of God.
Yes. Anarchists seeking a stateless world, a life.
It exists. Always. This is the Paradise. There is no state there.
“So, the anarchy is looking for God,
But the anarchists can not find Paradise.”
Yes, this is my opinion,
My dear Master Satan.
“Hmm.”
Yes.
The society without a state
The stateless society
Is the Paradise of God
Loveful
Peaceful
Greatful
Principle
Of Anarchy
How My Cat Got To Vote
@FICTION WITH A MESSAGE@
I dressed up my cat, making her look, lovely and fat.
A long, blond, sexy wig and a big furry, leopard hat.
On a huge pillow in an expensive, wheel chair,she sat.
We went to where questions were not asked so we both
Clandestinely,went, with no integrity to vote!
That bright day, where there would be no Faux Pas.
I didn't care if we were breaking American voting law!
Come now, I loathe police, law and order! Peeuuw!
Grow up, let's fool them,all the country, let it fall and
Open all those once, life saving borders!
Let us never work, get SSI checks, we Medicare Marauders!
I just rolled Kitty in, no were questions asked!
I had my dead Mom's ID, if a question came to task.
Easy as can be ~to cheat on voting in the land of the free.
Blaming all in the USA who had any money,more than me!
Whoopee, I jumped with boundless, inner cheer,
How very proud~worldwide anarchists are here.
I gave Kitty fresh salmon, that very special night.
I was so proud of breaking voting rules, that very night.
V is for victory! Or, so I heard it said.
"Honesty and integrity are nothing” I proclaimed!
But something so terribly American in me, had me blush,beet red!
I lost my soul and integrity, for less liberty??
And I sold out to Communist mush,how they love me!
CELEBRATE A LOVING THANKSGIVING
HUGS
PANGIE
11/26/2024
Men and women in blue,
I write this in honor of you.
How you can even leave your
husband or wife?
When a bullet from organized
madmen might take your life?
I have no such courage!
Don't Americans understand?
You are there for their safety!
All of you would aid us right
away, you are not Johnny-
come-latelys.
The anarchists destroying each
wonderful city.
Children die early, a huge crime
and a shameful pity.
Not one professional sports star
ever mentions the innocents' names?
But oh, my, they refuse to play when
a criminal dies, a humungous shame.
The message is very clear to me.
Anarchists, sports stars, take the
knee joyfully to criminal brutality.
My life really does matter to me.
Wake up, Social workers cannot
protect me nor you from cruelty!
America becoming Venezuela,eh,
or worse, Cuba Two?
The blame is in the hands of
those throwing rocks and I loudly
shout " Shame on each of you."
I am no fool,this nation a tapestry
of many nationalities and colors.
You want no peace nor justice!
Just laws your way, total anarchy
And disorder, my brothers!
Martin Luther King, a mensch,
In his grave must be turning!
When watching you loot,burn
and steal....
It has me more than worried,
with my stomach churning!
How dare you burn the Flag of
this country so grand?
As in the Middle East, they
should chop off your hands!
Perhaps both feet, too.
As all decent laws in the USA,
and people's you so ignorantly
eschew!
I have no answers, save this!
Get people out of office who do
support these thugs.
They need far more than a slap
on the wrist.
Arrest them, jail time for sure.
Behind bars they belong, all
these rabid, hate America thugs!
September 4, 2020
2:15pm PST
Don't weep-she's a tough old broad.
She's been through all of this before.
The riots-plagues, socialist and communist rot.
9-11 and two ugly world wars.
Corruption and jack-assed coup attempts.
Hyenas bent on destruction and mayhem.
She's stumbling about now, bashed-bruised and battered.
by malcontents and anarchists.
Stung by thugs and the pyrite of socialists.
She's steadily regaining her balance.
Dusting off robes from (cop)webs of injustice.
There are still rats and bats and fat feral cats.
In her attic crown that has to be put down.
Now she's loading up the blowtorch.
With God's blood and the grace of old glory.
To scorch the abusers and bashers.
The blight that creeps about in the night.
Don't weep for the lady, she's a tough old broad.
She'll be shining again when the people have awoken.
When they're casting their votes into the roar of November.
In the halls of Shambala where love and light shine
Warriors gather for the inevitable day
When evil storms the gates and ramparts.
In this battle the forces of materialism
Will attempt to appropriate the sacred
And the united forces of spirituality
Will respond by pouring forth
To ultimate victory of liberation through death.
Who are these spiritual forces?
Buddhists, Christians, Jews, Hindus and Sufis.
Who are the materialist forces?
Radical Muslims, Woke anarchists and atheists.
What was a legend handed down for centuries
After the invading hordes of Islam
Swept across Southern Asia
Is now on the verge of modern reality.
Especially now with the latest Christian martyrdom,
The stage is set for battle
The timeline brought forward
And the sides clearly drawn.
Where will you be in the battle of Shambala?
(9/19/25)
R.I.P., George- I'm sorry for what happened to you.
Nobody deserves to die as you died...
Your face mashed against the black asphalt
White knee grinding into the neck.
Handcuffed to your death.
The "thing" that did this will be punished.
If not in this lifetime, then in the next.
This is the universal law.
I'm sorry that the meaning of your life is being eclipsed.
by vandals, looters, thugs- anarchists and the like.
They've no respect for you or anybody else.
The thug snatching a 50"inch television isn't there to honor your memory.
Nor are the thugs turning over a car-or lobbing a brick
or burning a church-
For nine long minutes that "thing" leaned into your neck.
You pleaded with him that you couldn't breathe.
But "it" didn't listen.
Karma will soon lean into "it" ...for eternity+ nine minutes.
I'm thinking about marching peacefully in your memory.
But I'm an old white guy-not so brave or strong anymore.
To be honest, I'm afraid my intentions will be mistaken.
The throng will turn on me-lean into my neck.
I don't want to go out like that, so I'll probably stay home.
Praying for peace-behind colorless blinds.
It was in eighteen eighty-six in the streets of Chicago,
where the greatest miscarriage of justice people would know
transpired in an infamous labor-police rendezvous.
Albert Parsons led eighty thousand people on revue.
The strikers marched down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue.
The Knights of Labor were sponsors for the work stoppage venue.
Demands for shorter work hours and no child labor were made.
This would be regarded as the world’s first May Day parade.
Thousands nationwide would join in with the activities
In the next few days, the striking workers stopped whole industries.
On the third, some strikers and police engaged in melees.
These actions resulted in two ill-fated fatalities.
The struggles also caused some severe hideous injuries.
The fights took place at the McCormick Harvester Company.
Many held the police for murderous culpability.
Organizers from the Knights of Labor held a mass rally
at the Haymarket in Chicago’s West Loop vicinity.
They would assemble there in the early part of May.
Thousands crowded there peacefully on the month’s fourth day.
Leaflets were passed noting the police for murder to the crowd
as anarchists urged the mobs to join forces and shout aloud.
A bomb thrown at the police catalyzed an altercation.
One officer was killed and others hurt in the explosion.
Matthias Degan was the officer fallen in duty.
Seven other policemen died later from an injury.
The police opened fire on the people immediately.
At least eleven of the strikers were shot at fatally.
Eight men stood trial for the death of police officer Degan.
They were Parsons, August Spies, George Engel, Samuel Fielden,
Adolf Fischer, Louis Lingg, Michael Schwab, and Oscar Neebe.
All eight were tried and found guilty by a judge and jury.
Neebe got fifteen years; the others got the death penalty.
Schwab and Fielden were commuted to life; then got clemency.
Lingg took his own life before his scheduled execution.
The remaining four men were hanged in public exhibition.
Since then, there have been enacted many labor reform laws
The men who died are considered martyrs to a noble cause.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for the information I obtained to write this
poem.
The media has two faces: mayhem and disharmony.
They bring in the highest of ratings.
Harmony and unity are ratings disaster for the media execs.
They couldn't care less about the people.
They get off on Plane crashes and train wrecks.
They are voice boxes for evil.
They love mass shootings, wars, and church arson fires.
Most of all, they adore a high-profile white-on-black crime.
Then they sit back with popcorn in hand.
Enjoying their heavily biased, fueled race riot.
Playing the same clips.24/7/365/ from a one-sided perspective.
Then enter the clowns.
The politicians in their ties and stilettos. Hustling for votes.
Then the activists and reverends slither in.
Stirring the golden pot with bullhorn rhetoric.
Hoping everything turns to rot.
The Soros's anarchists are there to make a quick buck
Get off and leave their greasy wet spot.
Something happens in our lives causing us to question what we know.
We open our eyes and seek the truth learning more as we go.
The more we uncover the hungrier we get for more understanding,
but the world is so full of distractions and deception.
We have a burning desire to take action and do more.
We protest injustice, corruption, politics and war.
We are labeled as hippies, angry kids, anarchists,
conspiracy theorists and terrorists.
Family and friends often reject us.
Such is the life of the activist.
We are beat by police and mocked by the news,
yet we remain steadfast to spreading the truth,
and for many, much like me,
it becomes a very lonely, solitary journey.
Being an active activist isn't for they who live their lives complacently.
F-R-A-U-D
Seventy-four million Americans had their votes cancelled,
Tis far more than mere shame.
Honest, hard working, some retired, 'twas no accident...
Thefe is fraud and vile, valid blame!
They stood in line in winter for hours and then,
Dominion flushed them, as turds, down the drain.
Run over by a technology train with neither heart
Nor a human brains.
The judges, so awesome in black gowns, let
America go down a filthy computerized toilet.
Only crime, looting, burning cities no police,
they seem OK?
Crime, OK at their politically appointed feet.
If vote fraud goes on, the country disappears.
Run by madcap anarchists who will murder,
ruin cities....... and cheer.
12/11/2020