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I Am NOT An Angry ANON,
just a very angry recently informed man.
There will be guns world wide aiming at yours truly,
along with over one million other citizens of my country.
sometime in the very soon future I guarantee,
because we are all on our government's watch list,
which claims that all of us, including me, are all suspected terrorists.
Now Think About That For A Moment Everybody.
Our Government's Terrorist Watch List Has Over 1 Million, OVER One Million,
Suspected Terrorists Living In The USA, My Country!
We have more suspect terrorists in any given area internationally,
and all are legally born, but also very outspoken brave American citizens,
and my government knows that I and all of they, Will Never Be Silenced,
We Are Legion,
We Do Not Forgive Or Forget Crimes Against Humanity And Treason.
We Refuse To Live In A World Government Ruled In Any Dictatorial Fashion.
We Will Not Rest, We Will Always Be Relentless
We Will Continue To Expose The Truth Of Your Evil Plan To All Regardless.
I DON"T CARE,
That You Have Placed Me On The Terrorist Watch List!!!
.. even though the following could very well be my fate one day,
an enemy combatant detainment camp, where I'll live the rest of my days,
along with all who were included with me on your "DISSIDENT" Watch List.
You Will Never Silence Us All, especially this loud mouthed son of a witch.
All these True Patriots on your god forsaken list,
Will continue to fight you tooth and nail, We Will Always Resist!
To all you global bankers, heed very seriously this message,
All Of You Who Orchestrate My President, And All Of Congress,
I And All Who Are On That Ridiculous Terrorist Watch List,
Aren't Going Anywhere.
Expect Us.
I Am NOT ANONYMOUS,
but I would lay down my life for those True Patriots.
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A little something all can share with the rest;
If your flight boarding pass displays an SSSS,
congratulations, you have joined the rest of us
on The Homeland Security Terrorist Watch List.
(Secondary Security Screening Suspect)
Jonathan studies at Huddersfield New College,
A BTEC in sports development and fitness,
He has Charcot Marie Tooth as his baggage,
Which by physiotherapy has a tight harness.
He trains in the swimming pool determinedly,
Of Huddersfield Leisure Centre extensive,
With Kirklees Active Leisure’s team happy,
To measure his swim performance active.
He swims in the S9 category in the freestyle,
And was born on the 16th of June in 1998,
He enjoyed swimming from the very first stile,
At age eleven when has dad took him, fate.
From regional events representing Yorkshire,
He began to internationally compete in 2014,
At an International Meet in Glasgow’s mire,
Where he became Youth Champion well lean.
His closest friends on squad ParalympicsGB,
Are fellow swimmers James Crisp, Josef Craig,
Lewis White and also Matt Wylie who all did see,
The lights of Rio: Jonathan came fifth in plague.
The culture of any education system,
including a national multi-mediated,
possibly under-medicated,
Education/miseducation
Healthy/pathological
in-between system/chaos
communication relationships
include a "PLEASE SHUT UP"
non-verbal divest of attention
remove from esteemed status,
degenerate into lesser caste
class system
of ignore
and deplore messages.
We speak this language
in silent
stunning
shunning.
Would that a recent former Chief Executive White Officer
could attend such a multi-internationally
co-mediated shunning school
of silent microphones,
still cameras
pointed in most any other direction,
Preferably more multiculturally intelligent
educationally cooperative win/win systemic
more than miseducationally rabid,
win/lose chaotic
Unlike the culture of any education system
practicing
Integral
EcoFeminist
ReStorative justice
ReGenerative green peace
NonViolently communicating
Permacultural Win/Win ZeroZone
Wide Web WorldView
Health/Wealth OptimaLearning Outcomes
Intentionally
Be with me
Dont let me walk away in pains
Cos you can't be right all the time
And this I understand
But remember am not perfect too
But I got you in my mind
You are my heart beat
So don't let me walk away
Disappointed
Cos if I was wrong is not
Intentionally
Hold my hands
Tell me how much you care
Can't you see the love in my eyes
I can't breathe without your love
It is written all over me
Intentionally
I love to be with you
Despite is hard to understand me
Am not easy yet I am straight with you
Am nothing special yet you made me one
Your special one
The one that make you smile
The same one also that make you cry
I can't be perfect
Still you are the only one I chose to love
So don't lets me walk away in pains
If I was wrong truly is not
Internationally
Hold my hands
Tell me how much you care
Can't you see the love in my eyes
I can't breathe without your love
It is written all over me
A veteran winger of the American women’s soccer team,
Megan Rapinoe is much maligned now,
for she unexpectantly missed a penalty in the shootout
in the crucial match against Sweden that caused
the USA, the defending champion, to crash out
of the FIFA Women’s World Cup 2023.
Amidst controversy, Megan was included in the team
at the last moment for her 4th World Cup appearance,
in recognition of her talent as a crafty player,
known internationally for her astute style of play,
scoring 63 international goals,
2 directly from corner shots, a great feat.
She is the recipient of the Golden Boot
and the Golden Ball awards for the best tournament player
at the FIFA Women’s World Cup 2019 in France.
She is recognized as the Time magazine’s
one of the most influential people of 2020,
and received in 2022 the Presidential Medal of Freedom,
nation’s highest civilian honor.
Her autobiography (One Life) detailing her early life,
career highlights and setbacks,
activism for racial and gender equality,
and personal relationships,
became New York Time’s best seller.
Though she failed the USA soccer team,
and crushed its hope to win the 2023 World Cup,
and even if she disappears
from the women’s international soccer scene,
Megan Rapinoe will be remembered as a legend.
My favourite laptop screensaver
is a photograph of you
on graduation day ...
your beaming smile
hides an aching heart
of such tragic loss
as your two school friends died
in your second year of study,
neither living to see your smile
on graduation day ...
they would have been so proud
of all you had achieved
and my heart fills with pride
that you didn’t give up studying,
in fact, you were the top student
and recognised internationally
on graduation day ...
I was proudest mother of them all!
9/12/19
Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
The U.S. domestic subset
of our internationally interdependent economy
is not so much about when it is best for the haves
and when it used to be worse for most everyone.
Economies,
like ecological relationships,
are long-term resiliently healthy
climates of multicultural resonance,
And sometimes short-term pathological dissonant
divesting climates of monocultural fear-mongering,
Mostly by adult males
acting like junior high bullies.
Also,
the U.S. Presidency is not a "job"
whether best or worst.
For those worthy of your elected position,
it is a sacred Vocation,
whether for better or worse,
graceful or bungled,
but always committed fully
toward stronger cooperatively manifest destiny
of multicultural democratic climate health,
interior culture
and exterior multiculture
WinWin outcomes,
domestic
and interdependently international.
But, yes,
If the U.S. CEO position
were to market hate against ecopolitical non-elites
and for nationalistic supremacy,
then your current employee evaluation
would suggest this is the best worst job
you have ever done
at buying
and selling
what emerges from
and returns toward
sacred cooperatively owned
and perpetually health-managed Earth.
Martin works at a KFC in Glasgow, where he’s from,
And so plays football on their team. Internationally,
He’s played in three major tournaments, not a con,
Because he’s on the Scotland team unequivocally.
He played at school but was discriminated against,
So picked up disability football to make a go of it,
Therapy improved his agility greatly, he did persist,
‘Cos on the pitch he lacks the control others pit.
He was playing on a disabled placement scheme,
When a coach duly noticed him, asking for interest,
So he enlisted in the GB and in the Scotland team,
Making his Paralympian debut at Rio: 5th to chest.
When I was in high school,
late 60's,
we were concerned
about the ballistic lose/lose climate of hate
in Vietnam
and spreading across the U.S.
The only smiling winners
were purveyors of ballistics
and their transport vehicles.
Mistrust of an unfederating nation,
bought and sold elected
through polarized competitive marketing
lack of healthy and effective self/other governing bodies,
lacking investment vision,
lacking revisional prospects of cooperatively-held vocations
in nondualistic public/private service,
unhappily lacking transparent extended family attachments,
lacking courage of vulnerable dyadic and polypathic relationships.
But, in this post-millennial time
in global school of hard
multiplying
degenerative climate trends,
our crisis looms in intimately private
and transcendent public infamy,
internationally
globally transparent climates
of fear,
anger,
hate,
detachment and cynical degeneration,
mendacity and commodification,
win/lose business as usual
and capitalistic might makes winged patriarchs Right
with kleptocratic unhealthy privilege.
Forgetful
that each individual identity
born of EarthMother womb
and egg
began in win/win organically cooperative integrity;
Just as each individual multigenerational seed
was produced as some plant's future sanctuary of hope.
The trusting faith of a mustard seed
is active hope for climates of win/win health care,
giving outside
and receiving inside.
Neither the Vietnam War
nor the inhumane and sacrilegious
kleptocratic War against ClimateHealth
could be Lose/Lose possible
with the Win/Win mountainous faith
of this liberal in love
mustard conserving-seed.
Sadly,
most of the Hippies I knew
were more into ketchup
on their fries
while counting body bags
and lies.
How can a Superhero
Fight against crime and sin
When daily there are fewer
Phone boxes to change in.
The crims would all laugh
At the luducrous sight
Of him in a lounge suit
Arriving for the fight.
Clark Kent has gone missing
From the Smallville scene
It’s almost as if he’d really
Never ever been
Nobody seemed to realise
He chose the same time to go
As Superman his Internationally
Known and famous Alter Ego.
Just when he was really needed
Superman has finally gone
Packed up all his kit
And quickly moved on.
He’s out there beyond the stars
In interstellar space
Trying to find himself
A more suitable planetary base.
The transformation to Super Hero
Had taken an infinitesimal time
But had been necessary
In his fight against crime.
It had had to be done quickly
And quietly and on his own,
But you didn’t need a little kiosk
To use a Mobile phone.
He watched in disbelief as
They spread inexorably on
Until the ubiquitous call box
Had almost finally gone.
Buildings once had lobbies
But not anymore
You needed a passcode of ID
To get through an electronic door.
And then all of a sudden
Things had got incredibly bad
Putin, Trump and Johnson as
Half the planet went mad.
When he decided to leave
He’d thought he might cry
But he departed with just
A slightly moist eye.
Just when he was needed
Superman was gone,
Packed all his bags
And quickly moved on.
He’s gone beyond the stars
To go and try his luck.
As for the Human Race,
He just couldn’t give a damn.
Except for the odd little thought
Of Earth and its simpler ways
Before the advent of theTwenty
Four Hour connected days
When when he was needed he
Could jump into any phone kiosk
And he could change very rapidly
Rght up from his undies and socks.