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Just say no and stop the liberal progressive socialist agenda dividing our country, or any other country! Simply based on the CRT (Critical Race Theory)!
It will further divide the divided states of America based upon race. Resulting in our categorizing and restricting any positive and healthful relationships based upon our skin colors. Turning us into enemies!
It will really pit the brown and the black people against the yellow and the white people! Leading up to and resulting in more racial based wars on the streets of our major and later on minor cities across the forty eight states of America just for starters!
It is the elected school board members that are fostering the CRT! Plus they are sponsoring X-rated books as part of the school curriculum's. Already parents in Virginia and the rest of the country are fighting against the CRT! Threatening to recall the school board members; who have sold out their souls to the devil himself!
The parents and their children throughout the United States are using their social media platforms in order to protect their K-12 aged school aged children!
They are relying upon Christian television stations such as the 700 hundred club to get their vital messages across to the rest of America! Whatever is happening in Virginia will not stop in the state of Virginia! Americans do not want a Socialist nation! They want their freedoms!
Unfortunately the Millennium generation of people born between 1980- 2000 are falling for the lies those liberal and progressive politicians are actively promoting. Also generation Z college age students have socialist instructors spoon feeding their socialistic ideology propaganda!
Where is the communist propaganda political machine located? It's central headquarters is based in the Red Chinese Communists party! Which seeks to place the entire world under the oppressive tyranny of the Bamboo Curtain! Global international enforced slavery labor camps making the Nazis look like choir boys because of their intensified cruelty and torture!
Let us face it America and the Western democracies! Red China wants to bankrupt you, black male you and kill you. And place all of you under its Bamboo Curtain! They are the common global enemies of the world!
Sincerely,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/209
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 24, 2021
My first poem on the soup:
Honouring the Wartime Dead
They fought with grit to save the nation,
From poverty, squalor and infidelity,
And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them,
Who would suffice to keep their dignity.
The Second was really over the same as the First:
The freedom and equality that democracies offer;
Hitler was not to rule the freethinking lands,
Which representative governments quietly did proffer.
Their Ladies’ which, it was said, almost flew themselves,
Were engineered by women as superior planes;
Through dogfight and bullet, over occupied territories -
The pilots exploded German ammunition trains.
In Response to My First Poem
As a child of four and five,
And right through my early primary years,
My dad talked at dinner about the war,
And of his wartime distresses and fears.
But a few times when I was really young,
He took an arm chair and gave voice,
To how he felt and dealt with his posting,
And that it was his and only his choice.
It was just him and me who had discourse,
So I dug as hard as I could but gave him his space,
For just exactly how he’d enlivened,
The plane of his of which he was an ace.
He called it to me his lady,
And from then on I understood how to handle,
Planes and all kinds and tech and devices:
That you should respect them and tangle.
He told me what the two world wars meant,
And suggested sexual sterilisation was at stake,
And that it was grit which retained the dignity,
Of the western world which did quake.
I am a political, scientific and atheistic poet,
And wished to allude to that with my first poem,
That I love poeticising culture and technology:
Computers and all that, ‘cos I know ‘em.
As a child of four or five,
I promised myself to give back to him somehow,
Most definitely in the form of a literary poem,
That knowledge he’d imbued in me, his dow.
The poem Honouring the Wartime Dead,
Also quietly murmurs atheism’s practical arms,
As my dad had quietly admonished mindset and action,
Without any reservations or qualms.
I hope that on the soup,
You find from me a good read,
Enjoyable but educational and with a view,
That lets you tell the bloom from the weed.
29/9/2015
For the A Response to my First Poem contest by Silent One.
A world changes course
expelling the good grim reaper
twisted joke
entering this forbidden zone
called democracy
Careless acts of violence black and white
mothers burying their children
so much tears soak the very grounds
salt of this earth
where moral order breaks down
in societies failure
A bad replacement shapeshifting demons rule
Where no longer they care about peoples suffering
removing God's teachings from schools
so our forefathers died in vain blood of our ancestors
Taking away human rights
amnesty international laugh a minute
lawless democracies without proper vision
killing without just cause tyrants bragging ill will
Without facing the justice of all lands
Murder is murder so says the judge above all
stealing is robbing without deeds aquired
laid down by the Lord on stone himself
We all know its the devil's playground now
Darkness of your souls reek with many lies told
When fancy coated words fall out vomit
from the mouths who ware suits
As that is a trademark
of the biggest robbers there is
Stealing even by stealth or forced to ground
poisionous morals killing the seed of truth
sewn from the garden of lust dark or light
Open your eyes blind beggars of hell
disfunctional greedy merchants and war criminals
alike you all sign a pact together like wolves
we see the suffering and torment of your weapons
tipped with poison blaming everyone but yourselves
Creating hate through your neverending violence
amongst the innocent victims raped of everything
God be merciful unto your rotten souls
Damning the victims with your pride filled agendas
we all become victims if we sit without a voice listen pride
Peace is the way forward that looks above and beyond
stand down dark spirits your lust knows no bounds
drunken with greed
Light of our saviour will come
one day supreme commander
I will kneel to the creator
When this earth goes into darkness again
we need to pray for salvation
no longer do we walk
but stumble in the pathway
of his loving ways
Rock of faith we stand strong
for our childrens sake
to give them a future generation
Mercy shake hands
make Eden beautiful again
The signs are coming to pass
to celebrate the happiness and joy
Heaven above the angels will sing
We decry some Arabic countries
where women are forced by law
to wear burkhas and cover
their faces and cannot speak out.
We speak for them, and ask,
“Where are the rights
of these poor women
who can make no decisions
and cannot participate?”
“Horrors!” we cry.
“In this country women
can make their own decisions
about what they want and
about their own bodies!”
That is, up until now, at least.
For certain lawmakers
would have us believe that our
government should have the right
to tell us we MUST have a child,
once conceived, no abortion,
no matter the financial or
health issues or even rape!
They want no birth control for
those “wanton” women
(Many of them married) who
want to have sex without
procreation in mind!
No more terminations of
pregnancies to save a
mother’s life or to protect
the victim of a brutal rape!
In other words, NO MORE CHOICE!
No doctor's interference.
Other people are given the
right to decide what
it is a woman has to do.
Less government, they say?
yet the government will now
sit in judgment in our bedrooms?
Shame! Shame on these throwbacks
to a hundred years ago!
Shame on these who would
move our country back into the
dark ages because of personal beliefs.
We hear we must overturn
theocracies and turn them into
secular democracies like ours,
where there is freedom of religion
as we have in this country.
But some who tout our democracy
Want to turn our country
Into their version of a government
by religious fiat, in which
their particular interpretation of
he Bible will determine
what we can or cannot do.
Gone will be options for women!
And gone, also, will be that
precious freedom of religion
our forefathers fought for,
along with the separation of
Church and State that is laid
out in our Constitution!
But it seems the Constitution
doesn't deter our leaders.
Stand your ground, women. Vote!
People of ALL religions or none,
stand your ground as well!
For, if we are too lazy to vote,
too lazy to stake our position in
defending our Constitution,
we will lose everything, whether
we are Jews, Buddhists, Muslims,
Catholics, atheists or, yes, even moderate
or evangelical Protestant Christians.
THIRUK-KURAL on not offending the Great*: Periyaaraip Pilaiyaamai - Canto 90, K899 and K900
[* The "Great" here are indifferently the King or other learned and wise people whom the King ought to respect and fear. In this canto, Thiru-Valluvar repeats himself (though elegantly, cf. K899 & K900) - unless it were for the purpose of reinforcing the idea of the weak who dare pit themselves against the strong and powerful - and contrariwise the strong and cruel meet the same fate of ruin if they incurred the wrath of the noble and virtuous-minded. It is evident nothing anti-authoritarian was permitted or conceivable in his time. Yet, reflect on how Lenin outlived the Tsars; Solzhenytsin and Pasternak - Stalin and his successors, just as George Washington - the British Imperial Crown; Vietnam veterans - Nixon; Li Xiaobo - thanks to the Nobel Committee and other campaigners like Human Rights Watch and Amnesty International who would shut an eye to wanton persecution within Western democracies - Xi of the Peoples Republic; the German Jews - Hitler; but NOT the one-man (Sri Lankan) opposition leader Jeyaretnam in Lee Kuan Yew's Singapore.]
K899: eenthiya kolkaiyaar siirin idaimurinththu
veenthanum veenthu kedum
When blazes forth the wrath of men of lofty fame,
Kings even fall from high estate and perish in the flame. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
If those of exalted vows burst in a rage, even (Indra) the king will suffer a sudden loss and be entirely ruined. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
Should the virtuous in lofty positions become angry, even the king (of kings) will fall from high heaven. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
K900: iranthuamaintha saarpudaiyar aayinum uyyaar
siranththuamaintha siiraar cherin
Though all-surpassing wealth of aid the boast,
If men in glorious virtue great are wrath, they're lost. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
Though in possession of numerous auxiliaries, they will perish who are exposed to the wrath of the noble whose penance is boundless. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
No way the powerful can avoid downfall should they offend and incur the wrath of the noble-minded greats. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
A Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
came in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
White
EcoFeminist way
He seems to want to stay,
to overpower my say
and will to sing
our musing pray
Because...
why?
I wonder what he feels
about me,
us,
about his own deep harmonic longing
to listen for our sung together feelings
Music therapy
composed of what we economically
and politically Trust,
wanting mutual
and actively co-invested
full singing circle harmonic Wins right now
to Win more easily tomorrow's healthing way
And what might this PatriCapitalist feel
he does not want?
Perhaps less Win/Lose
ZeroSum individualized power and light assumptions
actively distrusted
settling for more traumatic apartheid,
denial of interdependently woven relationship,
nature v spirit non-indigenous dualism
divorced from my own prehistoric felt experience
longing to avoid further ***** nihilistic Lose/Lose
trauma
decay
pain
loss
degeneration.
Am I distracting
dissonant
too RightBrain gooey
for serious performance competition
with Your church choir's
true blue bought and sold
commodified liturgical purpose?
To put on a good LeftBrain entertaining show
Rituals about cooperatively enjoying
our win/win WholeEarth health-care receiving
and resilient wealth-care giving
by conducting bicamerally harmonic potential
For healthier democracies,
more cooperatively owned EarthPartnership,
more inclusive multicultural polypaths
for universally unitarian polyphonic
constellations of integral systemic Voice
Yang yintegrally
WuWei
less Western sociopathic trauma
best forgiven through compassionate
indigenously polycultural
wellness sung and danced
Win health Voices
to Win resilient wealth Choices
for green ego/ecosystemic leadership
Con-celebrating BlueSky/GreenEarth
light and power felt
warm harmonic need
for more and better
inter-religious
intersectional
interdependently reweaving
healthy democratic communion
Which is what I need
and want to say
about how I seem to feel
when a Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
comes in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
Gospel
EcoFeminist way.
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXVII
IF ever I had a country proud of its wall-less porous boundary
And if ever by no mistake of the Supreme High Command of the International Militaro-Business Conspiracy I were appointed the CHIEF TARIFF IMPOSER and Eminence Grise of and on all the self-righteous realms rocambolesque republics and renegade run-of-the-mill rotten rotting rostrum-raving riven ribald rascally rickety refugee-raised democracies
Mark my words I’ll put an end to the raping of my dearly-beloved national integrity by
One, importing all available rutting Queen Bees of the "Killer African Bees" and have them breed with local wasps of high pedigree in the front-line of battle along the Southern Border under every tree where I’d let Red Ant-Hills multiply free
Two, import Myanmar Pythons with a taste for digesting young fresh human flesh, mixed with the local brand of Everglades alligators, down the Mississippi and the Colorado River sprinkled liberally with the Grand Canyon brand of the Rattle-Snake with their tell-tale warning-rattle nipped off, together with the silent army of Black Widows clad in their enticing mantilla webs, as a second-line of defense against the illegal refugee
Next, if they still keep coming I’d roundup all the lazy good-for-nothing thick-maned Bisons of the prairies and have them lined up for a Charge-of-the- Heavy-Brigade stampede by whipping their asses to the sound of the Land of the Free
And if this doesn’t stem the tide of illegal immigrants, drug dealers and tourists with empty pockets, I’d call on the faithful Black and White striped Tribe of Appalachian SKUNKS with my tonitruant bugle, line them up so that their posteriors faced Tierra del Fuego and let them squirt to their hind-hearts’ desire even at the risk of driving the entire population out of the country
Yes Siree, this’s what I’d do as the Eminence Grise and Chief Imposer of Tariffs of My Beloved Contree
And this even if I never ever had no country worth saving for the ennui of a penny
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, June 11, 2019
whosoever finds themselves muttering
the process of their very own struggle “to be”
left in the woods for dogs,
face down in a gutter like poe &
drowning in one’s own vomit---
though
untainted by the neon strategies of western “democracies,”
such individuals
may in fact interpret this place
differently
to only one of us (one & each, each & one)
an apparent explanation is impossible---
still, the notion of explanation
gets thrown by the wayside,
it’s too hard for the average bear
to convey without props &
to explain is to take part in the explanation
(one cannot separate)
&
the innate false manner of the explanation
is like that of heisenberg’s
whereupon the stirring of the soup with the finger
taints the soup as a whole.
with only one cook in the kitchen
coming up with attempts to
describe the process of cooking
can be a great task which inevitably will end up as
nothing special &
eyes blur with tears of frustration at the inability to
communicate successfully.
how vulgar animals that call themselves humans
take it to the next level, deciding just who are the
wretches, witches,
princes & princesses,
in a world of wolves who feast on
integrity
&
honesty,
might baffle the fleeting onlooker,
but to the studied eye,
history thus far
shows that if there can be found a way to silence you
you will be silenced, with
the biggest lies you ever did see while you were alive
fast replacing your screaming truths &
history shows that if you can’t be silenced, then
you will be put to death,
with the physical bodies of those you despised the most
when you were still breathing,
roaming the countryside to breed staggering amounts
so that your very memory will be extinguished,
gone,
like no one ever uttered your name.
the pattern is escapable &
the pattern lies here---
something needed to be told by one
will be snuffed out by the sick sneer of the
fat & greedy
whole,
it lives for the time when
one less contrary voice is heard---
SO
NEVER
STOP
YELLING.
All Aboard!
We are boarding the train of thought!
I hope you're prepared for this winding, twisting, and turning adventure
Please do not be startled by the complete transparent interior
Even though it seems like it nobody will see the real you no matter how hard they try
Let's begin!
Here we are at Happy Place, if you look to your right you can see simile sea
Off to your left you can witness metaphors meant for more than failed loved attempts
Let's move on
At this moment we are crossing over superhero bridge
If you look through the floor of our lovely T.O.T.
You can see Black Panther and Captain America fighting it out
Hulk and Thor, Superman and Batman, Spiderman and Ironman, all of these heroes having disputes
Don't think you're the only one having a hard time trying to figure out who's the hero or villian
Maybe it's just some type competition
Our Conductor himself lives competitions
Always putting odds against each other what he likes to call conflicting contradictions
Now we are entering the tunnel of dreams
Do not fret the darkness its always like that in here
Fasten your seatbelts because we all know dreams can come true
But don't forget nightmares are dreams too
Let's just rush through this like we do with any task
Who said we can't get it done right and fast
Okay, okay we made it through
Now through our final scenery before we get home
We are arriving passing through fantasy island
Best place to be
Matter of fact the facts of the matter let's just stay here and create our realities
Ice Cream camera to capture the sweetest memories
Now that's a Kodak moment
Kool Aid streams so potent that the coloring is permanent
Let's douse this whole realm in permanent and become full time residents
End the democracies, dictatorships, no more Presidents
It's evident that the evidence proves this is our world to make in any image
The best part of these fantasies
We decide when they are finished
I am not sure who I will vote for in 2024 for the Presidential
Election yet. Many like myself, aren't content about a Trump vs Biden rematch. I would like to see a candidate who actually will do something about wealth inequality and workers rights. Trump and Biden have the backing of the corporations and the super rich, because their policies will be favorable to their interests, depending on what industry it is.
In many highly developed democracies like in the Baltic nations, workers are entitled to things that in the United States we are yet to really have. Things like more paid time off, more time off as parents when starting a family etc.
The defense budget is cut in favor of social spending like for education, medicine etc. The rich are taxed more than they are here, to support these programs.
This is definitely an option worth considering in the future. It would not be any worse than what we spend right now on our interventions around the globe. It could be a slightly better alternative to the nation we are right now, a nation that is in perpetual war, always in someone else's backyard. Think of Libya, Yemen, Iraq, Israel, Ukraine, just too many places to mention our unnecessary involvement When we give to Israel or Ukraine, that money is gone. It is not coming back to us. The debt goes up and the government has to find ways of paying it off. They will not pay us back for our help. That's just how it is.
I don't know whether the United States should have Free College or a Free Health Care system, because we don't really know what it's like to have it yet, even if we might know a lot about what it is. But it can't be as bad as when we send our money elsewhere and see nothing in return or to show for it like our failed war in Afghanistan, which is once again taken over by radical extremists.
Nothing was gained from that. So it has to be a lot better spending our money here and actually see something nominally positive.