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you know that you need forgiveness for…
A. Distrusting (even just a little) any person who looks or seems different
from you in any way.
B. Wishing someone crazy would use one of those millions of guns to kill
several million of those people who think that they have the right to kill others
(for protection of course) . Wouldn't that teach them a lesson? !
C. Supporting candidates for political office who would willingly stack the
Supreme Court of our land with partisans who would give special rights and
advantages to you and your friends even knowing that wouldn't be fair.
D. Yelling fire in crowded theatres just to cause trouble (like this poem) .
E. Believing the prejudices you grew up with make you an educated person
and that colleges only exist to seduce your children. Thinking is satanic!
F. Protecting crooks in your political party while condemning crooks in the
opposition party.
G. Calling folks you agree with patriots and those who disagree with you
traitors and/or whores.
H. Making a super hero out of anyone who says anything that seems to
make you look good or feel good.
I. Refusing to consider any evidence or person that seems to put your
position in jeopardy.
J. Believing that supporting our troops means a willingness to put them in
harm's way any time American business interests or ambitions in the world are
threatened because clearly it's the 1% nation's exploiters, not their lives that
are important.
K. Feeling that people who go to your church are more likely to go to heaven
than people in any other church. You are only safe if you're God's favorite.
L. Believing that you have done things that virtually guarantee you a place
in heaven. And for this reason you have no need for God's Grace. You deserve
God's love!
M. Believing that your tithes are always more than sufficient for God's
needs. Ten percent is most likely a transcriber's error anyway. It's people who
give to stupid causes (like educating losers or saving the planet) that create
all the problems.
N. Looking forward to the day when you will have the chance to help God
straighten out His own imperfections.
Brian Johnston
June 21, 2014
Time for New Campaign Year ReSolutions,
perhaps informed with some new political economy
discernment questions.
Why is a free market
most accessible to those with the largest investments
in marketing?
Could this be the same question:
Why are our free political elections
most accessible to those who invest most heavily
in self-partisanship?
Why does suppression or oppression or repression,
some kind of taxing expression,
of the free cooperative-barter labor market
feel related to the rapidly increasing disecological cost
to Earth's formerly free commodities,
elements,
communionation,
co-arising intelligence,
ecosystemic integrity,
and possibly some cooperative research
hunting and gathering nutrients,
while avoiding toxicity?
Why does it cost so much
to competitively market the economic policies and political procedures
intended to evolve healthy cooperative free markets?
Why does freedom from fearful need for
--debt forgiveness
--redemption
--absolution
--ever more effectively voiced competition
to avoid untimely divestment
feel so much like freedom to give
mutually cooperative compassion
--for being merely human,
--for not being humane enough for our own SuperMonoTheistic
Awareness,
--for not being unnaturally spiritual enough
for our EgoCenters to entirely forget
our ubiquitously shared neurosystemic
empowering political
and enlightened economic
RNA regenerative roots?
Why do I feel
and not think
free of participating in competing
racist
sexist
homophobic
eco-political networks,
structures,
systemic trauma
When I buy groceries and clothes,
every time I support an
--overly anthro-indulgent,
--over-commodified
--overly toxic
--overly carbon-footprinted
--overly LeftBrain dominant
corporation
Including political party corporations
competing for market shares in votes,
and how do I feel free to support overly incorporated candidates
for overly-commodified public offices?
Why does an independent multiculturist
sound like an oxymoron?
while a cooperative polyculturing network
sounds like deep nurturing
nutritionally healthy
resonance?
The Trojan of our heroic struggle
The heroic struggle against chains
Which beckons with pains
That tends to make us insane
For we are already stained
As they offer us disdain
Nowhere but in the scorchy rain
From the cradle lipping with light . . . of wisdom
Grew to be part of the struggle against the kingdom
Clenching fisticuff against the host hoarding our freedom
For the student movement’s struggle against the fiefdom
Reigned like others that thinketh not of the days of doomdom
Whilst the 80’s have those that have seldom
Bothers not about their selfishly accrued freedom
And bear brunt and boredom:
The late Chris Abasi
The late Rotimi Ewebiyi(RE)
Lanre Arogundade,Emman Ezeazu
Olu Oguibe, Labaran Maku
Ogaga Ifowodo, Bamidele Aturu . . .
Who scrawl their sobriquet in the Ingrained
Annals of the Nigerian student struggle
Those whose names sends
Cold and shiver to the Military junta
Chima, a born Trojan
Had no laurels and medals to display
Except for broken ribs and
Bruised lips with a bloodied head
For a cause he believed in
Ubani, a masculine Amazon
It just occurred to me that your demise has left
A big lacuna in the revolutionary kingdom in Nigeria
You remain the unassuming link amidst
The ultra-leftist, the progressives
The right activists, the social critics
The liberals and other change seekers
All along, you raised the slogan of
System change and Regime change
Craving for a working class mass based
Political party to take over
So that we can move over
Whenever we see the sign of cross over
In order not to spill over
In our quest to possess our possession
You remain a Trojan in the gully
Having kept your head above murk
In the human right trenches
You have scribbled your name boldly in
Gold on the sand of history
The road claims another Trojan
Unable to lose us out of your life
We gain from the blood and pains
A living testament to earn us new hearts
And firm us on the more
Forever in the struggle till we wet out
The blood of our tormentors and oppressors.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
September 27th 2005
4.45pm
Form:
The bell of the high church tower
Rings every hour
The sound echoes with power
As in the skies shooting stars shower
Beyond the castle wall
There is suffering of a lonely soul
The chestnuts fall like hail this fall
And leaves autumn paints in colors beyond all control
The young man was riding the road map did chart
But on the way there he got shot with a poison arrow through his heart
His father was to be next baron but political rivals decided to get rid of upstart
To send a message they killed his son by paying off the local blackheart
In the churchyard his love waited patiently
But meeting between them was not to be
Unsure why breaking the promise was he
She knew that their togetherness was destiny
Her lips were inviting crimson red
But her deep eyes were sad after tears they began to shed
When she found out that her love was dead
She lost her head
She prayed to the God to bring her love back
She begged the God until of time she lost track
Trying to pierce nothingness with her eyes she stared into black
But what is once gone from this world it cannot backtrack
As she looked at the cross she begged first then threatened with violence
But in return she heard only silence
The cross was made of gold showing its brilliance
But yield no answer to her grievance
When she talked to the priest he would tell
That if she continued to be angry she would go to hell
Since he was on payroll of political party he would also tell
That her lover would go to hell as well
First furious then crying of tears sea
Then she thought that maybe that was her destiny
Then to grant her wish heavens would agree
But rather then bring the love back they told her to look at world’s beauty
The reason was so it she would not forget when she ventured to the skies
Beyond second place where the out world lies
For the Gods joined the couple together not where soul goes when it dies
But rather to final fundamental place to be the king and queen of the very skies
The portal to the seventh skies
Was through the girl’s enchanting deep eyes
The beauty that never dies
The abyss of wonder and the gate to highest heaven in those eyes would arise
Choosing a favorite President is quite an arduous task
Given that most politicians usually wear a spurious mask,
but as a student of History, there was one that I admired;
" the scrappy kid from Kansas."* So many he has inspired.
In his biography there's a plethora of interesting information.
'Ike" was a 5 star general, besides leading this great nation.
A war hero, selected to be America's Commander and Chief.
A man of great integrity, who did not cause his country grief.
In his honor, a Washington Memorial was dedicated.
His bravery in war, and acts as President are celebrated.
After the war, he commanded European NATO forces
and overthrew communism from it's evil courses.
Voted U. S. President in 1952, with the slogan, "I Like Ike,"
Richard Nixon was his running mate; they were nothing alike.
In two terms served, he created a grand legacy for his name.
A President for the people, to him the office was not a game.
There are many valuable quotes that Eisenhower left behind
and I'll end with a few that I feel worthy for us to keep in mind;
none more appropriate than this one, I was happy to find...
"Some day there is going to be a man sitting in my present chair who has not been raised in the military services and who will have little understanding of where slashes in their estimates can be made with little or no damage. If that should happen while we still have the state of tension that now exists in the world, I shudder to think of what could happen in this country."
"The middle of the road is all of the usable surface. The extremes, right and left, are in the gutters."
"Leadership consists of nothing but taking responsibility for everything that goes wrong and giving your subordinates credit for everything that goes well."
"If a political party does not have its foundation in the determination to advance a cause that is right and that is moral, then it is not a political party; it is merely a conspiracy to seize power."
February 11, 2021
Your Favorite President Contest
Sponsored by: L Milton Hankins
*Inscribed on the Eisenhower Memorial
We Are Not Afraid
Why should we be afraid?
If this were the case,
There would be no United States.
The founding fathers were not afraid
To face imprisonment or death;
General Washington led the Continental Army
To defeat British tyranny of America.
And if the Electoral College had not been constituted,
Abraham Lincoln would not have been elected.
And if President Lincoln had been afraid
Of the plantation owners, and sympathizers,
And the Supreme Court justices;
Black Americans would still be enslaved.
And so, when bullied for political belief
Remember FDR’s inaugural speech
To the Nation during the Great Depression,
‘The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.’
Stand up and say, “We are not afraid!”
***
Notes:
1) George Washington: 1st President of the United States (1789 to 1797) – no political party.
2) Abraham Lincoln: 16th President of the United States (1861 to 1865) – Republican Party.
3) Franklin D. Roosevelt: 32nd President of the United States (1933 to 1945) – Democratic Party.
4) Sept. 17, 1787: ‘Constitution of the United States of America’ adopted and signed at Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
5) March 6, 1857: ‘Dred Scott Decision, aka Dred Scott v. Sandford’ (United States Supreme Court): ruling 7 – 2 in favor of Sandford. In the opinion authorized by Chief Justice Roger Taney stated that ‘Persons of African descent cannot be, nor were ever intended to be, citizens under the U.S. Constitution…’ i.e. Black people were not and never could be American citizens and therefore not protected under the Constitution.
6) November 6, 1860: Abraham Lincoln of the Republican Party was elected POTUS with 40% of the popular vote but won the majority of the electoral college with 180 electoral votes out of 303. One hundred and fifty-two electoral votes were needed to win.
7) The Great Depression (1929-1939): The Great Depression was a period of severe economic hardship, affecting the industrialized Western World.
There’s a political party
that’s just obsessed with race,
all their power is built on it,
it’s rather a disgrace.
It started centuries ago
defending slavery,
campaigning for long decades to
keep blacks as property.
And when some other people said,
“Maybe this isn’t right,”
this party declared civil war,
began a bitter fight
that lasted four horrific years,
six hundred thousand dead,
and tore the whole country apart,
left out fields stained in red.
Then, when forced to admit defeat,
they thought up a new plan,
Jim crow would crush the now-free blacks,
and call them ‘boy,’ not man,
suppress all their natural rights
send men in white to scare,
make folks bow to their Klu Klux Klan,
to get elected there.
They then used their power to block
all anti-lynching laws,
segregated the bureaucracy
to advance their sick cause.
When even this wasn’t enough
to restrain southern blacks,
the party chose to filibuster
the damn Civil Rights Act!
And when this technique didn’t work
they got insidious,
they created the welfare state,
said, “You should vote for us.”
Bought black souls off with big hand-outs,
no men needed, cash for free!
Destroyed the urban work ethic
and the black family.
Now children grow up without dads
and fall to gang-banging,
people are told they can’t succeed,
there is no use in trying.
Somehow they have done more damage
then even slavery could,
this party knows it’s crushing souls,
and that it does them good.
As long as blacks are miserable,
as long as they’re kept poor,
this party can just buy their votes
with the temptation of more.
Worse still, this party has declared
skin is ‘identity,’
that they can decide, by your flesh,
what a person believes.
One is ‘oppressor,’ one is ‘oppressed,’
one other half-way stuck,
they see no individuals,
don’t believe in that stuff.
They have their nice categories,
insist you must belong,
if your resist they call you slurs,
get your fired…that’s just wrong.
There’s a party of racism,
there’s no contesting that.
You ask what is this party named?
We call them Democrats.
A Party Line
Not a party line like the wild winding party line of congas dancing one-two-three-kick across-the-floor and out- the-door
nor a party line like the Democrat or Republican political party line voting along their party line,
but a type of telephone line.
Not the type of telephone line like the line of folks in line at the airport lined to use a telephone along
the wall lined with telephones
nor the type of telephone line like the telephone lines strung on telephone poles lining every street
in every town stringing one telephone line to every house in town having a telephone.
This telephone line, an out-of-town in-the-country telephone line, was only one telephone line, a single shared telephone line strung on telephone poles lining rural roads to rural houses with telephones like our house on Old Mill Road on the same telephone line shared with six other houses in the early 1960s called
a party line.
When a party line telephone rang in one house on the party line, the telephone rang in every house on the party line. A one, two or three ring code was assigned to each party’s telephone number on the party line.
The seven ring codes to notify each party on our seven-party party line if the phone call was for them was
1 long, 1 long & 1 short, 1 long & 2 shorts, 2 longs, 2 longs & 1 short, a short and two longs or 3 longs.
Every party in every house on the party line had to listen to rings to determine if the call was for them.
All seven parties on our party line knew who of the seven parties had which ring sequence, knew who of the seven parties on our party line was getting the most calls and how long that party was tying up the seven-party party line,
especially late at night,
especially with three teenage girls in our house.
A party line also meant anybody could and anybody would quietly pick up and listen to any call, and did,
especially with three teenage girls in our house.
Americans are Americans, period.
No matter color, sex and for heavens, sake!
Not ....Their "party affiliation,"
On which some are insanely fixated.
We were born au natural.
We were not born as a member of political party.
That's a choice you make way later.
But some think they must be of the same political
lineage as their pater.( father)
I bring all this up as today is Memorial Day.
Millions died to keep America free.
Guess what?
All colors, ages, political parties under the
earth now lay,
Who gave their lives for you in foreign lands!
We are supposed to honor the dead today.
So today, only one channel with backbone
Carried the ceremonies to honor them.
The other two, busy trying like insane bees,
To destroy the current Presidency!
These same two channels that lauded criminal
Michael Avenatti for the next President.
(Had him on over 200 times!)
But neither showed few if any of the ceremonies
at Arlington Cemetery?
Get a clue! That tells you something!
Are they really that dense? Do they think the dead
in wars did not include Democrats?
They will have criminals on and America haters,
disgusting race- baiters, and all manner of
impeachment go-getters.
But can't honor fallen heroes? Not a chance!
The true heroes, go ignored by two major networks.
Meanwhile, the dead sleep under grass and flags.
I am glad they cannot see, how un-American, we
Americans have become.
Destroying the Constitution, killing babies and worse.
Forbidding-saluting our flag and hiding statues of
American heroes.
And banning cauliflower~as its is too "colonial?"
Today, we stuff ourselves with processed foods
Growing bodies like balloons.
Walking barefoot on lovely poisoned grass,
All too perfect!
Poisoned food in our faces, while we sneer in
hatred at this great nation.
It's so terribly tragic.
The political blindness, the sheer ignorance here.
Causes me to pray to stop this endless vexation.
Before we become a Communist nation.
5/27/2019
5:45pm PST
A Town I knew
He was born in a narrow-minded town where a Christian
the party was in power, and there were rules for acceptable
behavior by stern people who liked to tell others what
is right, of course, including a religious attitude
a Pakistani scholar who, due to a navigational error
came to our town, left quickly through the town
reminded him of a town, called Laura in his country
The leaders of our town, also interfered with how houses should look, white or pale yellow was allowed
A rebel painted his house red, which actually used to be
a traditional color on barns, the law fined him, said
the house represented a fire hazard.
There were many missionaries around who went to Africa to educate the blacks, it was regarded as a high calling
doing God's work among the heathen
Little did they understand how racist they were seeking
implant a foreign God in a confused country
about what the missionaries called democracy.
Later, when a new political party came to power, white
a word of shame, we who had never seen a black person, except for the cook on a banana boat, so well-liked by the ladies, the captain had to go ashore to find him.
This brings us to the Jews, who had suffered cruelly and
and deserved a state of their own, anyone who tried to
disagree were called ant-Semitic
This was in stark contrast to the Jews we knew, who were viewed with suspicion as con artists
As for the Palestinians, weren't they Arabs going to Arabia, where they belonged
We know now that the Hebrews had weaponized the holocaust
at last, we see the ugly face of Israel
, a land they stole
from the Palestinians
Israel wants more, they need the Gaza Strip,
to construct
a big commercial harbor, and who knows, a canal all the way to Jerusalem
So, what's next for Palestine?
The Hamas, called terrorists today, like the late Begin of
Stern gang once was,
Tomorrow, Quin Sabe?