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How did RED CHINA implement its very own depopulation agenda and thereby eliminating 90% of its own population? ***
It all began with declaring a small margin of only 5% of its population to be their national enemy! And having another 5% of its population bury their dead bodies! The 5 % of the burial detail became their very next 5% of their eliminated population.
These inhuman monster activities continued until only 5% of their entire population remained! They were selected to become brain washed (brain dead) by being indoctrinated into their RED CHINESE propaganda machine!
President Joe Biden only pretends to be concerned about vaccinating his own population!
Every day multitudes of illegal unvacintatedl immigrants of are crossing our southern boarder and being admitted into the USA! Already benefits our people are being allocated for them and thus depriving our own people! RED CHINA is giving him and other progressive politicians money to destroy the USA!
Concerned citizens need to call the House of Representatives before 2 PM EST and tell them: Do not pass an infrastructure bill of trillions of dollars which will place our children into the third generations into debts they can never re pay!
They need to call (202) 224-3121 for Washington State and tell them to stop selling out our country to RED CHINA! And to secure our southern boarders or be voted out of office! They need to call other members of the House of Representatives also! And to stop rigging our elections in their favor!
They need to tell them their children belong to their parents not their school districts and the government. Who only seek to brain wash our children! And yes electric cars will only cause more pollution than gasoline ones! .
We need to act accordingly and to vote responsibly by voting all of those political traitors out of public office! We do not want Red China to complete its hostile take over of the USA! We need to humble ourselves and to pray to God for our deliverance from all evil especially RED CHINA!
Sincerely,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
August 22, 2021
The colored pains are carved onto the back of my ancestors’ history.
My oppressors see my Africanness as a curse,
the rotten fruit of savagery, slavery, and the barbarity of colonization.
The blackness of my skin has made me a suspect since the cotton fields.
I am from the cradle of humanity.
I grew up in a colonial trading post.
My homeland never had factories that manufactured weapons of war,
yet I know how to handle a Kalashnikov like those child soldiers.
My first shock: an infant, cut to pieces and stuffed in a sack hanging from a palm tree.
After the colonial massacres, dead cities to soften the cruelty of a bloodthirsty dictatorship.
I share the same convictions as those independence fighters
that the general’s colonial army labeled as “rebels.”
I am neither a suburban kid nor a ghetto dweller.
I took my first steps in a shantytown of Equatorial Africa.
Some cross the Mediterranean toward the Western tyranny of misery,
while others choose the illicit path to shine in the gloomy cells of capitalism,
lit by the flashing lights of the “Republic of Enlightenment” slavers.
These Western impostors treat Africa like an open-air dump,
while their neo-colonial military bases protect the safety of multinational corporations
that have been savagely plundering Africa’s wealth for centuries.
They finance Islamic terrorist groups so that African dictators
can sing the globalist symphonies of Western democracy.
I am a Sub-Saharan animist like the first pharaohs.
I remember the massacre of the Amerindians
when I see African Americans filling the prisons of a nation born from genocide.
My holy land is Africa.
I will never submit to the negrophobic laws
of supremacists indoctrinated with the vile delusions of the Third Reich.
I remember Pope Nicholas V’s papal bull
when I see the Catholic Church meddling in the political affairs
of Africa’s banana republics.
Slave blood in my veins,
in my heart too much pain, only love, no hate.
My conscience has never been chained.
My criminal record remains spotless,
like the orifices of the Christ’s own mother.
In the labyrinth of thoughts where shadows dance with echoes of forgotten liberties,
Where the moon casts its silver veil upon the silent watchers of the night,
He wanders, a soul lost in the sea of melancholy, a dreamer adrift in the waves of time,
Contemplating the chains that bind him, the unseen hands that guide his every step,
Through the winding corridors of his consciousness.
To be governed is to be enveloped in an invisible web of surveillance,
To be watched over by eyes that see but do not understand,
To be inspected, spied on, by men who claim authority without wisdom,
Directed and legislated by those who know neither justice nor compassion,
A puppet in the grand theater of control, where the strings are pulled by unseen hands.
He feels the weight of regulation, the suffocating grip of arbitrary rules,
Every action recorded, every thought indoctrinated,
Preached to by voices that echo in the chambers of his mind,
Controlled and assessed, weighed and censored,
By those who neither have the right nor the virtue to judge.
In the stillness of the night, when the world is draped in silence,
He meditates on the paradox of freedom, the illusion of autonomy,
A solitary wanderer painting his sorrows on the canvas of the dark,
With the ink of disillusionment, the brush of despair,
Each stroke a testament to the invisible chains that bind him,
Each line a whisper of the dreams that once soared free.
Yet, in this desolate landscape of control and surveillance,
He finds a strange, twisted beauty, a haunting melody in oppression,
A tragic grace in the decay of liberty,
And he wonders, as he wanders through the labyrinth of his mind,
If perhaps, in this melancholy, there lies a hidden truth,
A secret yet to be unveiled, a key to the chains that bind.
For in the depths of night, where shadows reign supreme,
And the moon's silver whispers weave their tales,
He is but a dreamer, a soul seeking the light of true freedom,
In a world where governance is but a shadow,
An echo of what could be, and the haunting melody of what is lost.
Anomaly Prodigy
Date: Thu, Nov 5 2015 at 2:33 AM
I see some still stuck in the "Matrix"
Meanwhile I'm still up against "Agents"
Zion fully ain't "Awakened"
While Zion waiting for the "Awakening"
Biblical "Prophecies" in "Revelations"
I'm the "Anomaly" "Prodigy" with a "Destination"
My "Philosophy" of another "Generation"
My "Oddity" keeps me "Separated"
This "Democracy" is "Monopoly" Orchestrated
It's "Poverty" "Economically" "Frustrations"
Founding Fathers was "Freemasons"
They not my Father I'm from Another "Nation"
I'm a Real American I'm talking "Natives"
Ancestors Swayed on "Slave ships"
Israelites I'm from the Line of "Jacob"
Best of both Tribes in me "Created"
It's a reason why we still "Segregated"
I can't March or Protest cause I would want "Confrontation"
It's only one way out the "Mazes"
My Heritage been "Undertaken"
You know how many Tribes with Semetic "Languages"?
About 1,500 to 2,000 "Estimated"
I got different Genetics in me "Formulated"
My "Occupation" is kind of "Complicated"
Can't fall for these lies "Indoctrinated"
Can't Brainwash a Brain that's washed from the "Intoxications"
I see why my Father named me "Elevation"
Imagine if i stayed in school an used the "Education"
Caught on to the game of the "Patriots"
Would of "Infiltrated" the Congress "Legislative"
I'm just a Speaker for the House a "Representative"
I ain't "Racist" but a Journalist on a "Expedition"
Just to show my people the "Exposition"
I still look through the blurred lines an see a "Vision"
I see lies in "Religion"
I'm not "Religious" just in the True God "Image"
With God "Spirit"
God "Fearing"
Matter, Atoms, Melanin, Universe "Pigment"
I'm not "Egotistic" or "Egocentric"
But my Swag thou be Ego "Trippin"
Fly alone with a Eagles "Wisdom"
I see followers in a high "Percentage"
Well I'm a Leader with a big "Difference"
I'm a god on Earth in a Spiritual "Ascension"
I got alot to say until the times "Given"
Alot of Reports fine "Printed"
One day they'll "Listen"
Oh dear! It’s December - time again to look into my crystal ball.
A ball of thoughts in front of me that I don’t need at all,
for I can see the images portrayed from other years,
where different circles feel the touch of agony and tears.
The focus and the buildup always comes across the same.
We’ve indoctrinated to our culture; that Russian roulette game;
not with one bullet in the gun, but alcohol and cars or shame
to spoil the festive season when commemorating the Lord’s name.
From that party’s endless pouring where limits have no end.
Who pays the price of conscience when someone has to send
the messenger to bring the tears that flow from they close by
who live Christmas as another day, with the question echoed - why?
I hear on the dates, the ninth, thirteenth, fifteenth or twenty-first;
the closer to our Christmas Day the more it seems the worst.
A shattered family claims a body. Gifts are silently held dear,
and Christmas Day is over before the twenty-fifth is here.
And there’s the shame of letting out what has been a lustful thought,
loosened by a carefree attitude the Christmas orgy bought.
One misdemeanor iced with lust brings on magnitudes so great,
where children, yes the children have their Christmas filled with hate.
Family’s who have lost touch; not through distance from afar,
believe that Christmas is the time to heal the feuding scar.
Curt are greetings for the foe, for so long kept apart,
and soon the flame of alcohol awakes a murderous heart.
Through close knit societies, away from your very own,
a fragile crack can open; the time of peace and love is blown.
This may not happen close to you where the path is smooth and clear;
Christmas comes and goes in perfect time. This is your lucky year.
Come January just look back. Ponder what you’ve heard and read.
Piece together one by one, the living, left and dead.
I know like me you will be touched with every role that we recall.
It’s the lead up to each Christmas - I am no prophet after all.
“Bezirke”
Bit by bit
we build our walls
strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out
Political Romantics
counting sheep
and numbers
we walk in our sleep
dreaming of doors
Opening inward
externally we are Bezirke
socialised in a stolen concerto
solo instruments with flat musical
composition, indoctrinated
sucked in
sucked up
hypnotised
by the totalitarian state
for our best interests
mesmerised
moving our hips
licking their lips
Bit by bit
we build our walls
Strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Brandenburg” / Apparat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crdqTf8ZnKQ
"A Hive Mind has no need for each individual part to have a positive idea of the whole, and to then repress its own inclinations by means of this idea. But in human totalitarianism, this is the central phenomenon, because they are all performing the same internal repression."
"The term “hive mind” refers to the apparent intelligence that emerges at the group level in some social species, particularly insects like honeybees and ants. ... Clearly the assimilation of human into a hive mind is supposed to be a bad thing, according to the writers of Star Trek: a unified consciousness or intelligence formed by a number of alien individuals, the resulting consciousness typically exerting control over its constituent members."
1. Bezirke/German
2. Totalitarianism
3. Covid19/Monitoring:
http://a.msn.com/01/en-au/BB12Bbym?ocid=se2
4. Orwellian
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orwellian
5. Mass Surveillance
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_surveillance
6. The Hive Mind:
https://majesticequality.wordpress.com/2010/06/13/on-our-fear-of-the-hive-mind/
7. Paper Tiger
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper_tiger
It is really a veritable question of our time,
In fact - of all times,
on this once beautiful
molten rock with sea and sand,
We so avidly call our home
Paradoxical fearlessness
albeit so sublime, created by the dark force’s evil hidden hand,
That might only remain a vision,
Inherited to us in trust,
Yet neglected from addiction to,
Their indoctrinated pathetic lust,
In fact, we do not either really care,
To whatever shape it takes
All material realms
- are prisons,
That irregardless demand already
A Spiritual entrapment
Laid to rest..
And also laid to bare,
All arbitrary enforced concepts cast aside, for a while,
Particularly ones of Group,
All Manufactured by "elite" an ignorance to reconcile,
A dastardly incensed minority,
Destruction a recipe for their rank..and file,
of a toxic and insidious soup,
Plotting planning from within
A dank rotten and riddled carcass entity,
Lies in angst ridden, wicked And flailing stench to blame
Behind veiled prison its minions hide,
Use of an external matrix game
A feigned nucleus for outside,
Of Humanity, therefore every man, woman and child,
Natural Truth and Natural Law are not and could not ever be to blame,
Nature, an almost silent piety, ever giving kind and mild,
The Natural beauty of our World its name,
Has suffered through constant anxiety,
To one day be released
from possession,
a marcarb emblematic walled Trophy obsession,
In cretinous treasonous bastard's Hall..
of heinous undeniable and awkward shame,
Indefinitely, behind this
obvious veil
Originally most inhabitants here,
were seemingly, invariably though quite sane
It therefore really does beg
the question, once more, to relearn once again..Man's role,
To premise this if you can,
Never questioning to falter or to fail,
God's Providence recaptures All,
Our mind's genuine faculties
and Soul
On Earth can Sanity ever Prevail..?
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
16th February 2022
ThePoetTree on Telegram
We were not a nation, but just a continent
Africa with kingdoms
then, we violently got segmented and detached by people who never understood us
we were sliced as if we were bread,
then, one precious piece appeared,
a sweet-potato shaped
only to find itself locked as a puzzle
we were given a colonial name, a colonial anthem, and a colonial currency
It’s funny how I also write in the colonial language, and I put it as my fluency
we were enslaved,
in our homeland
but also, we were sent to their lands
we were abused to the core, and we burnt out as coal
as my great grandfather narrated of the “Thangata System”
we were deceived that they discovered our rivers, lakes and mountains
it’s funny that we were using them before
naming became a discovery,
and fresh generations are still indoctrinated with the deception
We forgave, but our history cannot be erased
We have moved, but we have pains
Our history is not pleasing, it’s hard pressing
We were taken for granted
As if we are not a people
Not a secret, we were called “monkeys”
Our dignity was lost
Then we gained independence we had once lost
When the stupid federation was broken, as the dawn arrived and the cock crowed
It looked promising as men, women, and children chanted
They sung, because they felt victorious
But still, we betrayed each other,
Infested with mysteries, greed, insecurities, poverty, tyranny
We still never gave up but fought for the freedom
A little bit of a turning around
But we still cry bitterly
When the people elected forget us
And we still exploit each other
Where is "Ubuntu"?
Our independence lost its fragrance
Because we are not free
When we still depend on foreign aid in every sector
What went wrong?
I wait for complete healing,
I wait for the day we shall see the meaning,
I believe our history is important
Only when told in an honest way
So that we can pave a way
For truth, and progress
I will attempt to explain this using the following analogy.
I went For Help to BluePearl Veterinary,
with a feline medical emergency.
BluePearl saw me coming and thought, "That is a hornet nest,
and I'm going to put my ***** in that hornet nest,"
and then faster than you can say, "Get These Hornets Off My *****!"
BluePearl Veterinary,
Forced Me To Kill My Baby.
BluePearl is about to see me at my best and at my meanest.
They have no idea that they just screwed with
an Animal Rights active Activist.
I Never Stop Fighting, I Never Quit,
I Am Going To Be Your Worst PR Nightmare, Count On It,
I AM RELENTLESS BluePearl, RELENTLESS.
You stuck your ***** into the wrong hornet nest.
,.. in other words everybody,
I went to BluePearl for HELP,
AND BLUEPEARL SCREWED ME,
Me and My Baby,
because of their total inflexible, No Payment Plan Policy.
I had the money to pay for her surgery,
but I couldn't get my hands on it for at least 2 weeks.
I offered BluePearl indisputable evidence that I wasn't a deadbeat,
but BluePearl wouldn't even make the slightest effort to work with me.
No Payment Plan Policy, No Payment Plan Policy, is all I received,
from BluePearl's well meaning but very indoctrinated staff and employees.
"It's best that you euthanize your pet, and put her out of her misery,"
BluePearl's staff said to me, with scripted artificial sympathy,
"Her suffering will end, she will crossover peaceful and blissfully.
That will be $500.00+, payable at time of service please.
We here at BluePearl enforce an inflexible No Payment Plan Policy."
I can't explain it any clearer than that everybody,
but I will explain it in more detail at best,
at the following web address,
if anyone wants to give this a further read.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1524865417597989&set=a.125028037581741.34366.100002236369308&type=3&hc_location=ufi
Strophe
The polygamist had a big house
Where he chose to warehouse hundreds of girls
And women including 29 stepmothers, his father’s spouses
56 of the girls were each other’s sisters.
And 24 were under the age of seventeen.
Some of the young wives even assisted passions
The pedophile with his sexual assaults
Telling the girls that if they refused to please his preen
In what he dubbed the “heavenly sessions”
They would be “rejected by God’s favorite cult.
Antistrophe
Wives were both the victims of his abuse
And the accomplices subjected to a cruel
World of worship and sexual abuse
And were so indoctrinated and used cool.
Who cruelly bred them for manipulation.
Calling himself the ‘humble servant’ of God
Asking the girls to please God to atone community’s sins
Oh, the wives of the notorious polygamist’s predation
Into the twisted world of subjugation fold
With which he surrounded himself amidst the teens.
Epode
Had a wisdom tooth for his sexual gratification
Raping the young girls in his big house to make housewives
The State of Texas has a big house for lamentation
Where he will spend the rest of his life’s cloves
Well, he will have plenty of time to repent.
And think deeply on the meaning of life
Out of the 50 wives none of the parents got relief
Where are the parents of these young girls tormented?
Does that mean all were brainwashed for strife?
So scary that pedophilia can be masked as religious belief.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win in :
Contest: A Toothful Ode by nancy jones
** This is the English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode.
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.
Rhyme Scheme : ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)