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They once cheer-led the working class,
until they were useful no more,
now they call all of them ‘racist,’
to be hated and deplored.
Ignoring that it’s wholly sane
to fear losing a scarce job
to an illegal immigrant,
to be well and truly robbed.
But all of this was done before,
it’s a cold and brutal fact,
the left created old Jim Crow,
bigot votes feathered their hats,
until they decided dark folks were good,
and handouts their votes did net,
one day they will be cast off too,
there’s nothing left within the left.
They once championed free speech,
now they’re singing a different tune,
if they don’t like what you’ve to say
then they just try to censor you.
And if you still keep talking,
they send out PC-hate brigades
to mob your home, get you fired,
take everything you love away.
If you mention the rule-of-law
all you’ll hear is their laughter,
associate with one of their foes,
they’ll throw you to a prosecutor.
If they find no crime they make one up,
it’s the tactic that they like best,
no cares for justice or the truth,
there’s nothing left within the left.
If you should dare to worship,
try to live by those beliefs,
they’ll say you are ‘intolerant,’
that you conscience is ‘bigotry.’
And yet should any one of them
break a single P.C. law,
they’re ostracized and cast right out,
without a single moment of thought.
When you point out that they have just
chosen a different, unproven faith,
they cry “Fascist!” or just stand there
with a blank look on their face.
Unless, of course, you join Islam,
then they cry,”Don’t even jest!”
Up ’till the day they get blown up…
there’s nothing left within the left.
They still cling to socialism,
though it fails and devastates,
they’d rather rule a ruin then
admit they have made a mistake.
They push us towards a civil war,
if we are not already their,
and the shocking thing about it
is that they do not seem to care.
Power is all they’ve left to crave,
they jones for it like and addict,
if they break lives in its pursuit
then they are just fine with it.
No love of freedom still remains,
morals and principals bereft,
the walkaway folks have it right,
there’s nothing left within the left.
Except maybe death…
BEING A DISABLED AMERICAN SEVERE PTSD ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER EMOTIONAL PANIC ATTACKS TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AND NARCOLEPSY I AM BASICALLY UNABLED TO DRIVE OR OPERATE A MOVING VEHICLE I NEVER DROVE A CAR TOO BAD MY IDENTITY THIEF DIDN'T TAKE THAT IN CONSIDERATION WHILE STEALING MY IDENTITY IT BASICALLY MEANS SHE CAN'T BE ON THE ROAD ANY FLORIDA ROAD LAST TIME HER HYUNDAI FLIPPED IN SPRING HILL GOD ONLY KNOWS HOW MANY PILE UPS ARE UP AND COMING IN HER WAKE THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO DEAL TO BE MADE WITH THE DEVIL THEE HARSH INTIMADATION TACTICS BULLYING IT BEYOND CRUEL PERSONS OF POWER ASSIST IN THE TAUNTING CHEERING THE IDENTITY THIEF ON HER FRAUDULENT ENDEAVOR FALSIFYING HUMAN LIVES TO GAIN WHAT A HYUNDAI KARMA WATCHING ALL THOSE EMPLOYEES IN ATLANTA FRAUD WASTE THRIVES IN THE SOUTH I AM VERY LUCKY TO BE ALIVE COULD YOU IMAGINE BURGULARS ARRIVING GIVE ME YOUR IDENTITY OR YOUR LIFE OF COURSE THE IDENTITY THIEF HAS NO REGUARDS FOR THE ABUSE OF POWER LOSING THIER CAREERS TO ASSIST IN A SHEER COVER UP THIS NEVER EVER LAST SOONER OR LATER MISTAKES ARE MADE IN SPITE OF POWER FALSIFYING DATA TO ALLOW ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT TO GAIN DRIVERS LICENSE BY HACKING INTO AMERICAN DRIVERS NO WONDER THE HIGHWAY PATROL IS SO BUSY SCRAPPING UP HUMAN REMAINS DRIVERS LICENSE IN THE WRONG HANDS IS MURDER IN THE FIRST DEGREE IT CERTAINLY SHOULD BE NO DEAL ON FAKE DRIVERS LICENSES MOVE ACCORDINGLY STOP TERRORISTS THREATS MARC AUTOS 3181 PALM BEACH BLVD FORT MYERS FLORIDA ASK FOR CIRO GARGANO TELL HIM YOU NEED 30 CAR TITLES ON THOSE STOLEN VIN NUMBERS DON'T FIRGET TO CALL JD BYRIDER FOR THE DEALERS TAGS FOR THE VEHICLES ON THE FRONTLINE REPOS IN THE BACK ITS AMAZING WATCHING CORRUPTION AT ITS FINEST HOUR CIRO CONTROLLED PERSONS OF POWER BEING A USED CAR SALESMAN HE PAID OFF DMV EMPLOYEES ALL THE TIME EVERY MONTH HE FALSIFY PAPER TAGS TO CARS WITH NO TITLE THAT'S HOW HE RAN HIS CAR LOT SO I'M NOT SURPRISED HE IS SEATED WITH MY IDENTITY THEIVES USING ABUSE OF POWER TO COMMIT HORRID CRIMES AGAINST FLORIDA DRIVERS NO DEAL ON DEALERS INC MURDER INCORPORATE WATCH OUT FOR HYUNDAIS THE DRIVER HAS A FAKE LICENSE FROM MARC AUTOS USED CAR LOT SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW SOMETHING NEVER CHANGE EXCEPT CIRO GARGANO NOW SELLS GOLF CARTS IN SENIOR COMMUNITY STILL FALSIFYING VIN NUMBERS GOFT CART TITLES FALSIFYING DRIVERS LICENSES
Growing up in twentieth century USA,
without a recent immigrant history,
nor a Native American indigenous heritage,
just another in-between victim
of Straight WesternWhite Male privilege,
I recall a smirky fuss
about Eastern mind/body connection,
pseudo-science,
nondual
nonviolent
inscrutable
paradoxical
unrealistic philosophy,
meditation as if medication.
It did not occur to me,
in my enthusiastically extractive
and exhausting youth,
that in the East,
Buddhist and Taoist teachers
might have indulged
in a smirky fuss
About Western mind v body disconnection,
secular science severed from sacred arts,
dualistic divine spirit v corrupt nature theology,
just war theories
rooted in retributive justice theory
instead of restorative peace experience;
body medication
without mind meditation.
In my more enthusiastically inclusive
and creative-tensioned age,
it occurs to bicameral mindbody me,
that Eastern ecosystemic connection
is also Western ego-recentering compassion,
experienced by Left-dominant hemispheres
as felt by Right-prominent
mind/body biospheres,
Searching for why binomial structures
religiously emerge from organic co-relational nomials,
dynamic spirit/natured variables,
inside/outside co-determinate sociables,
analogy,
theological ecology.
Polynomials,
western polypathic autonomous variables
and eastern polyphonic relationships,
Earth double-binding polyvagal dancing bodies
wrapped around,
and developing through,
revolving polymorphic minds
equally not not polynomially independent,
free,
liberated,
communal saints
and divided sinners.
Standing up for Minorities
A minority is black, not white.
A minority is she, not he.
A minority is alternative, not straight.
A minority is poor, not rich.
A minority is powerless, not powerful.
A minority is homeless, not housed.
A minority is addicted, not clean.
A minority is immigrant, not resident.
A minority is mother, not father.
A minority is sister, not brother.
A minority is unwanted pregnancy, not birth.
A minority is clean air, not pollution.
A minority is rising tides, not still waters.
A minority is extinction, not existence.
A minority is over-population, not subsistence.
These causes make no sense.
They have neither rhyme nor reason.
Expect not God's defense,
if you blast out curses and commit holy treason.
The unrighteous knew not God,
so they made laws for themselves.
They campaigned for justice,
and unwittingly chose hell.
"Get right with God," is topic "minority."
change your focus inward
and the topic of worlds will be dispelled.
by,
Martin Braun
6/11/2020
He walked up Mill Street past the Foundry,
That citadel across from Nailers Row.
With eight kids and their mother as dependents,
He earned the pay that brought the bacon home.
An immigrant, he labored at the open-hearth
With Dagos, and Polacks, and Micks.
He had thirteen years at the Phoenix Works.
Eighteenth of February, nineteen twenty-six.
While Luigi tended the tap hole,
And Kowalski skimmed off the slag,
He proceeded to enter the gas flue.
To clean out the soot with a rag.
Nobody witnessed the mishap.
No one even knew who it was.
They recovered his belt and his work boots.
All the coroner said was, “Because.”
The paper’s front page told the story
Of a stranger who perished in hell.
They ran a correction, but misspelled his name,
Though his mourners were listed as well.
There is truth to this family legend,
But a mystery also implied;
He was burned beyond recognition.
Do we truly know who it was died?
the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly
I am a bus rider
That makes me unusual
For a white male
From an upper middle class family
Our people are not bus riders
Though some are subway riders
Bus riders are other people
The poor, minorities, immigrants
People who don’t drive
Because they are blind
Or have a DUI
And in my case
I don’t drive
Because I have bad vision
And bad coordination
Just never got the hang
Of the whole driving thing
Fortunately for me
My wife does the driving
But I still take the bus
From time to time
I rode the AC buses in Berkeley
As a child
Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus
Rode them long before BART came along
And afterwards as well
As an adult seldom rode the bus
But when I did so
I was always impressed
By the sheer diversity
Of the bus riding property
Hundreds of languages
All sorts of sexual orientation
Some were white
Most were not
Most of my fellow passengers
Were nice enough
Some were friendly
And some were lost
In their own thoughts
And a few
Were scary looking dudes
With the look
Of someone who had done time
And were capable of more violence
I also rode the bus
In Seattle as a graduate student
A lot of fellow UW students
And the usual immigrants
Minorities etc
And some white people
Commuting
And in DC
Over the years
I rode a lot of buses
Mostly to and from the metro
But I got to know
And love the DC buses as well
I also took the greyhound bus
Across the country
Several times over the years
All over the U.S.
From Bay Area to Stockton
From Bay Area to Clear Lake
From Bay area to NYC
NYC to DC
All over the USA
Taking the Greyhound
Was always an an adventure
Met a lot of interesting people
As people on long distant bus rides
Tend to open up and talk
To pass the time away
Overseas I took the bus
All over
In India, in Barbados
In Spain and in Korea
The Korean buses
For many years
Were difficult for foreign visitors
As the signs were all in Korean
Most have signs
Now in English, Chinese and Korean
And are much more foreigner friendly
Riding the bus
In America
Allows one access
To the underbelly of American society
The poor, the marginalized
The immigrant communities
That many middle-class white people
Just never see
And for that reason
I am glad
That I am a bus rider
Sympathy,
at its positive
liberal Blue best,
begets
and yet regrets
mere tolerance of win/lose aggressive Others
not so entirely dissociated
from all-inclusive retributive justice
Social monoculturing
patriarchal systems
capable, on our best days,
of impatiently tolerating alien
aggressive,
terrorizing,
bullying,
militantly viral transgressing
every possible win/win nuance
of Golden MultiCultural Rules
In a sojourner
immigrant/emigrating
hospitality
anciently indigenous wisdom
kind of in/exformative TaoWay
In a too-often witnessed story
not significantly my own experience
to vulnerably
transparently share
integrity's EarthJustice potential.
Empathy,
by win/win superior contrast,
begets acceptance of others
who become everyday Allies
at least potentially
on our pro-active BlueSky EarthDaze
best healthy
conservational
Green New Deal
days
Of actively cooperative Esteem,
empowering bilateral
multilateral Love,
Active Compassion,
CoEmpathetic enlightening communication
EarthTribally non-violent
revolutionary integrity
octaved developmental change
circles of nonviolent multicolored communication
Verbal and non-verbally witnessed
begetting integrity with EcoOthers
now known as TrueLeft deductive
AND BeautyRight inductive
Ego/Eco systemic
extending EarthTribe experiential family
at least potentially co-empathic
on our healthy wealthiest climate
EarthDays
Featuring egalitarian sympathy
as a developmental path
toward interdependent empathy
as a cooperative journey
into co-invested integrity
circles
Recycling Earth health,
peace,
restoring justice's
climatic green wealth potential
to avoid violently cruel circus
circuits of unusual retributive social
economic
political punishing
criminalizing
enslaving
bloody red non-communionation.
COPING WITH TRAUMATIC INJURY AND PTSD MARRIED TO A VETERAN BEING THREATENED BY ILLEGAL JAMAICAN IMMIGRANT IDENTITY FRAUD MY STALKER ACTUALLY WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AFTER ARRIVING WITH A GUNMAN TO END MY LIFE SHE BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY WITH MY IDENTITY MY GOD I SUFFERED IN SILENCE AFRAID OF MY SHADOW HOW BLESSED I WAS TO MEET MY SOUL MATE A VIETNAM VETERAN WE BOTH HAD SO MUCH IN COMMON WE FOUND A BEAUTIFUL CONNECTION FOR LOVE THROUGH OUR ILLNESSES THIS CAME WITH MY STALKER RAGE ENVY SHE ACTUALLY BELIEVED SHE COULD IMPERSONATE ME BY FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS ONCE I SAW A POLICE CAPTAIN ARRESTED FOR FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS AT THE VA MY HUSBAND AND I FEARED OUR LIVES WHAT WILL HAPPEN IS THESE IDENTITY THIEVES HACK INTO HIS BURIAL GOVERMENT LIFE WE PAID INTO SINCE OUR MARRIAGE 2016 WE FEARED ABUSE OF POWER HELPING MY IMPOSTER STEAL MY IDENTITY IMPERSONATE A VETERANS WIFE THROUGH GODS GRACE MY HUSBAND AND I REMAINED STEADFAST BRAVE COURAGEOUS ALL ARMY STRONG WE RECIEVED THE DATA BREACHES INFORMATION HOW TO KEEP OUR IDENTITIES SAFE FRAUD ALERTS AS THIEVES BROKE INTO OUR HOME MY STALKER SEATED WITH CIRO GARGANO BOTH OBSESSED WITH MY HUSBANDS VETERANS IDENTITY MY HUSBAND AND I WERE BOTH IN CRISIS HOW TO COPE WITH SUCH A VIOLATION TO ATTEMPT TO STEAL A VETERANS BURIAL BENEFITS SHOCKING FACED WITH A CRIME BOSS HIS JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT TALIBAN IDENTITY FRAUD PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST A VETERAN AND HIS DISABLED WIFE I THANK GOD FOR CRISIS TEAM SUPPORT GROUPS WITH ICE VANS TEAR GAS I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHY THEY TAKE THESE ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS DOWN THEY ARE HACKING INTO GOVERMENT OFFICES HACKING INTO VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES I WILL NEVER STOP SPEAKING OUT AGAINST THE ABUSE OF POWER THAT THREATENED MY VETERAN AND I WITH IDENTITY FRAUD INTIMADATION BLYING HOME INVASIONS FRAUD FRAUD FRAUD ABUSE OF POWER AT IT'S HIGHIEST POLK COUNTY HAINE CITY POLICE CAPTAIN HURTING VETERANS AND THIER FAMILIES I FEARED FOR MY LIFE AND MY VETERAN SPOUSE WE ARE BOTH DISABLED AMERICANS VERY VULNERABLE TO IDENTITY FRAUD I AM PRAYING THAT ICE SENDS HER BACK TO HER COUNTRY SO MY VETERAN AND I COULD LIVE IN THE REAL PEACE WE DESERVE IN AMERICA
GOD BLESS THE CRISIS TEAM ALWAYS OPEN
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
'Neath the restless waves of the unforgiving North Atlantic,
Rests the rusting hulk of the 'unsinkable' ship Titanic!
Alas, 'tis another example of the foolishness of feckless man,
Demonstrated in so many ways since the dawn of time began!
Her designers touted her as the safest ship afloat.
They proudly boasted that she was a grand and luxurious boat!
A respected and experienced man was Captain Smith her master,
But he made a fateful decision that resulted in her disaster!
Mr. Fleet espied the ghostly berg lurking in the murky gloom.
He sounded the alarm, but seconds later she met her doom.
Due to fatal errors by man, the berg her hull did stave.
Fifteen hundred precious souls now rest in that watery grave.
Tycoon and immigrant alike sailed on that maiden trip.
Class distinction was strictly observed aboard the fated ship.
When waters swirled upon her decks and grim disaster loomed,
Class mattered not when they realized that they were doomed!
When man in his petty pride doth too boisteriously exclaim,
That his follies are indestructible, he's doomed to certain shame.
'Twould be well to heed the Scriptures and its proclamation:
"Tempt Not Thy Creator" - and that needs no further explanation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
100th Anniversary of the sinking of the "unsinkable" Titanic.
On my walk the other day once again in the early morn
I realized the shoes I’m wearing are the only shoes I’ve ever worn.
I’ve never walked in a Native American’s shoes…never felt the back of America’s hand
as the ones who came here after me threw me off my land.
I have never worn the shoes of an immigrant…never felt their sorrow or their strife
having to leave a country they love…to search for a better life.
I’ve never walked in a black person’s shoes…never worried in my daily nine to five…
never wondered as I started my day….if I would make it home alive.…
I have never walked in a woman’s shoes…I’ve never been downcast
at being paid less for doing the same job as a man…
I’ve never been sexually assaulted or harassed.
I’ve never walked in a poor person’s shoes
never braved the winter cold or summer heat
without a house to call my own…without enough food to eat.
I’ve never walked in a gay or lesbian’s shoes…never felt societies shove
just because they see me as different…just because of who I love.
I’ve never walked in a Muslim’s shoes…never thought I would see the day
people wanted me out of this country…just because of the way I pray.
I never walked in a policeman’s or a soldier’s shoes
Never felt their fear, their pain, their strife…
I’ve never had anyone shoot at me
never feared for my well being or life
Yes, my shoes have been quite comfortable…every shoe I’ve ever bought
but that doesn’t mean I don’t listen to the voices of the people whose shoes are not.
So I will use my vote…I will raise my voice
I will stand behind…or in a protest line
working and praying for the day everyone’s shoes
are as comfortable as mine.