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Senator Terms
As elected to Senate
Non preside
Obstruction is time observing Senate
Testimony of leadership is illiterate command of identity language and breach of security
Formal protocol for debriefing advance of intelligence
Financial terrorism acts
Senator Kennedy has the floor in his Senate term
War Room Broadcast
Free Speech literacy requirements
Asm Irwin
Why is the homeless apartments in our county in fraud court to be removed from Senate hearing and converted to profitable runs on the bank while dying poor justice is recorded?
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Speaking your opinions will kill you
As people's feelings you might hurt.
You might end up laying down dead
With your face in the dirt
You could be shot from a distance
Or stabbed with a knife
Just for Speaking your opinion
Someone will take your life.
Your opinions on religion you might have
A different view
But because of your opinion Someone
Makes plans on killing you
They hide in the shadows planning their
Attack
Shooting from a distance or stabbing you
In the back
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion
And free speech is what we do
Isn't it just a crime that your opinions and Speaking out will make people want to kill you.
I contemplate endings and beginnings, as the globe turns much more times than my
Better chances have burned, I feel eternity's intent to smaller or larger affairs is
Almost democratic In it's indifference, also i pick up inferrance of certain change
Yet life & death are quite unmoved, still intransigent binary bedfellows trencher men
Swallowing our life's days nights efforts, in what cause? The cause of freedom? the
Cause of consumerism? One thing I feel it cannot be for love' or honour; or equality
So if its none of the above what can we gain? What do we count as gain? Division?
Derision? Knife crime tension fear, we have the one parent familys the children in
Pre school all day, women at risk at when alone; prolific drug use, the hostility to
Creation and God' The stifling of free speech? We have all these as part of our reality
Yet more is required it seems' ore will redress the balance? Or should that be
Imbalance.?
I stood in the graveyard all alone,
With no-one else beside my ship,
But nature seemed near to me,
As it was marked repeatedly hip.
Rows and rows of specific dates,
Epitaphs of stories set by chat,
With the deceased person neat,
As the relative in the talk bat.
Birds were there, flowers budded,
Lush grass reminded me of growth,
And development was respected,
By an understanding of us both.
The liveliness of it and the lividity,
Of the greenery brought me home,
Made me sit in my opinion to share,
The views of him that did roam.
Death is not commented upon,
By death, or nothingness’s void,
By non-entity or by no feeling,
As death we don’t need to avoid.
Our living brain pertains always,
Cognitive wheels drive us to town,
Our connections by death’s reality,
Will only bring us sense, renown.
The cemetery bid me stand, feel,
Gave a megaphone for my emotions,
Death does not mean silence cold,
But active interactions and passions.
The deceased one’s pride, pleasure,
Is that you take the talking podium,
And express yourself by their death,
By your model of ‘em, plasmodium.
And death bid me welcome also,
In my right to free speech, voice,
Because it needs me paint, dictate,
The relationships of my choice.
No-one can criticise a memory,
Slate a scene between you, them,
Only fear of damning exposition,
Will see someone allege mayhem.
At last the day will come, my friend my friend,
At last the day will come-
The harbors will once more, fill up with love, not war,
At last the day will come-
From skies that once were dark, goodwill will now impart,
At last the day will come-
All across this land, my brothers will join hands,
At last the day will come-
From Dixie to DC, free speech will welcome thee,
At last the day will come-
Our zoos will open gates, all life will congregate,
At last the day will come-
The money that we earn, will not cause lives to burn,
At last the day will come-
Now sing it with me friends, your hourglass depends,
At last the day will come-
At last the day will come, my friend my friend,
At last the day will come-
….Inspired by Pete Seeger and Bob Dylan
12/30/10
© All Rights Reserved
They gave our children mind altering
poisonous drugs to eat,
and we said thank you.
They gave our children excessive violence
and sadistic sex films to see,
and we said thank you.
They performed mutilating surgery
on our children’s' genitals, and we said
thank you.
They turned public education into
propaganda and indoctrination,
they blasphemed God and Faith,
they took away our free speech,
took away our free and fair elections,
murdered children about to be born,
telling us to bend over again
this next election --
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you.........................................
Flattery will get you everywhere
You can buy justice it’s for sale
DEI now has a red cap for flair
No need for degree from Yale
You can try to erase history
demanding a page preserved
Replacing fact science lobotomy
White washing learning disturbed
Changing the rules being cruel
New way of pushing agenda
Defunding schools hiring fools
Send troops if they won’t surrender
To the dumbing down around
In every leadership role
Ignorance preferred proud peacock now
Selling your soul for gold
No one is above God’s law
Our money is not enough
Censorship blocks our talk
Here free speech once was
Every Empire not of the Lord
Falls at a loss history ignored
“TOPTOMIST”
* Word Created by P. Romios *
T- they walk with a smile, in a negative world,
O-Oracles of Free Speech for everyone!
P-Persevering their truth~despite overt ,persecution?
T- They know so well, when one door closes, another opens!.
O-Omens of those, who respect your great individuality.
M-Mentors, they, your soul’s leaders, listen to their wisdom.
I- Independence, freedom, yes. poets Toptomists, fight for thee?
S-Silencing any poetic voice, is like a heart gnawed to pieces by ticks,
T-Terror is only a dictator’s trick, dressed in righteousness,with no glow!
8/23/2025
Federal agents seen blocking roads leading to farms in Ventura County
After COVID financial exception the poverty order of math regulations grasps liberties
Verses limiting Assembly and Public Defense
Interest in hearing from free speech professionals above the granted offices of staff.
Such that retort rebuttal or record in retraction as gaining traction in printed press allows readership to submit evidence of redress. Having failed due process and diligence the public record holds the assembly woman Irwin and the county of Ventura and unincorporated areas legal assistance in contempt.
contempt.
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Reference as science and letters
Published reference by military science researcher
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There's a stash of swag and bling in Lady Liberty's lamp.
If you look closely enough, her tablet says:
"To succeed, you can grind along or just be a tramp.
You could spin cycle the system -be another government lamb.
Pick your @ss up and become your own woman or man."
There are the privileged, but they're rarer than one might think.
It's not a good fit for 300 million blue-collar workers you see on the street.
Hate is thriving in the darkest and brightest corners of society.
But in no way is it just a triple K or white supremacy thing.
It's crept into black and brown hearts and is gathering steam.
The media makes a lot of green from spinning on our misery.
Crime-gangs and poverty run ablaze in every big city,
Addiction painted on every pillar of low and high society.
Laws are lax, and punishments are getting a little too breezy.
Taxes go to the ogres who get perfume dabbed on the wrist.
Three squares- free medical, recreation, education, meditation.
Access to the internet to torment their victims again and again.
Freedom is never for free, but pursuit of happiness just may be.
Darkness wants to bend the barrel of the Second Amendment.
Chainsaw liberty-pull the tongue from the mouth of free speech.
Tear down every nativity scene while buffing up the pentagram.
Treating the black book and starry flag like back-alley snot rags.
Without doubt, a second civil war is stirring in the soil.
The blood is filling the pot and coming to a rolling boil
The desperately wise are hoarding caliber-scripture and bread.
Painting a winking bull's-eye on the soon-to-be dead...
Where in the he!! is our wayward God in all this mess?