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Bela Kun led Hungary and a communist regime
Eight Jewish commissars were part of his team
The Reds couldn’t run an economy, or even a town:
Instead of admitting fault, they only doubled down,
They could have wondered why food vanished from the stores.
but they hung dissenters from lampposts by the scores.
When Ed Teller was brought up in Budapest, it had been great
He loved math: a subject schoolkids like to hate
Then Bela came in, engaged in suppression
Ed's mom said their fellow Jews would pay a price for Kun's oppression.
Most Jews were not commies, but truth to tell
for a disproportionate number, Marxism cast a spell.
Its not really fair to blame Jews for Bela Kun
But you can't expect fairness from everyone
The Jewish Middle class resented Commie rule
They knew flirting with Marx was the romance of a fool.
Leon Trotsky led the Red Army to victory, more's the pity
His original name was Bronstein, his story makes me ill.
Years before he was killed by agents in Mexico City
A Rabbi told him "Trotskys make revolutions but Bronsteins pay the bill."
Ed became father of the Hydrogen bomb, a power immense
He also supported Reagan's effort at missile defense
He believed strength was the best way to stop war
Not religious, but conservative, common sense to the core.
When radicals play with fire, millions pay.
My dad knew Ed Teller; this history isn’t far away:
Even my grandfathers grew up before Russia turned Red.
Reds promise freedom but create an ant heap instead.
Jews should learn more than most where all this leads
They get clobbered first by Messianic creeds.
Joshua Nkomo fought the white man
Who had come to Africa, taken the land
The whites ruled Rhodesia, though we should note
Toward the end they had one man one vote
Which meant that blacks and whites
in that respect had equal rights.
Nkomo saw his fight as one of racial liberation
Mugabe, his rival, also fought for a black nation.
Mugabe was a Shona, Nkomo a Ndebele
Neither of them were what you'd call a nice fella,
Russia supported the Ndebele, the Shona had China there
North Korea trained Shona too, a reason to beware
Mugabe became leader but not by winning the fight
He got elected, Shona voters had more might
White rule ended, and all lived happily ever after
Actually, not true, what happened next was a disaster
Mugabe unleashed the Five Brigade
They had trained in North Korea, time for Ndebele to be afraid
So what can we learn, I don't have a dog in this fight
I don't think colonial rule was right
The Ndebele tribe were now killed en masse
Vast numbers of corpses under the African grass.
The lesson as I see it is that the violent liberator
May resonate with you, but he can be a hater
When he gets into power, to keep power he kills
While the sympathizers close their eyes to the blood that spills.
Let’s apply this lesson to leftists in the Hamas tent
A few brave Gazans point out Hamas doesn't like dissent
One dissident's first day in jail haunts his dreams
He can't forget listening to his colleagues’ screams.
Hamas members won an election, made logical moves
They consolidated power, threw rivals off roofs.
Again, both rivals weren’t all that nice
Even if you like their cause, there is a moral price.
You can find justice in many a cause, but that doesn't mean
Those who take up arms are worthy of your esteem.
In the 90’s radicals might wear a Che Guevara t-shirt
But beware, when with communists you flirt.
Che liked witnessing executions by firing squad
He’d shoot the bullet too, so admiring him is odd.
Some Cubans learned the hard way, Joshua Nkomo did as well
You can leave Purgatory and still end up in hell.
Know this, my friend, and don’t look back,
Be you white or brown or black.
Freedom’s more than a rebel’s name,
It’s how you treat folks once you’ve won the game.
‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.
The ground was bare of snow or ice,
The sky was clear of reindeer.
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh,
Real high, with good stout Yule beer?
Buba Claus was out in force,
His NRA cronies in tow,
To fill naughty radicals stockings,
With tiny bits of coal.
Cigars dangled from their lips,
A spittoon he placed by their feet,
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground;
They tossed in another side of beef.
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore;
Would have their fill this year,
And Bambi blanched as He flew by,
While Teddy Bears ran in fear!
Over New Canaan His courses flew,
Past the homes of vegetarians;
And down their chimneys they did toss;
The views of Libertarians!
And when the last haunch was placed,
Upon the spits of the mighty,
His spat his cud of gnarly gum,
Into the spittoon real tidy!
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho,
And, not the ones for plowing
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas
Of all Santa’s sissy endowings!
A nation rainbow
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
Possibly the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialism
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
Classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class, and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
Their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone's
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
Come serve my country
Die from septic poison under pandemic darkness beside me
In California uninhabitable dwellings
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Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip.
Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon?
Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias,
they blush in near neon reflection, with a mathematical, fractal perfection.
Courtyards that were once dark and uninviting, frosty scenes,
sport impromptu manicured carpets, of flawless, vibrant greens.
Dogwoods explode, abruptly overnight, with peony, cherry blossom whites
they blush like brides on parade, they sachet, swaying with flag-like bouquets.
Ordinary maples become emerald queens by unfurling avocado, hunter and chartreuse leaves,
accented with vibrant electric limes and honeydews, as if to say, ‘Hey, we too can prance and please.’
New life stretches, almost yawning, in the seemingly reborn sun, insects hum as they cultivate,
birds flit excitedly, as if to say, ‘Why’re you inside? Come out and play - why do you even hesitate?’
I know there’s something in spring that’s irresistible, pheromonal, hormonal, surfeit and emotional.
Is it the solar zenith angle or the sun’s declination that produces these delightful inclinations?
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Songs for this:
‘New World Coming’ by Cass Elliot
‘You get what you give’ by New Radicals
‘’Funky Galileo’ by Sure sure
1968
By Franklin Price
11/13/2018
The year was nineteen sixty eight, fifty years have passed since then
When I got to Vietnam, we still were there to win
Then Chinese New Year happened, Tet Offensive was its name
The regulars and Vietcong came in force to change the game
We beat them back but was for naught, back home the people spoke
The unrest and the riots were far from any joke
The people turned against the war, and were marching to the beat
The casualties began to mount, in Vietnam and on our streets
Draft cards and our precious flag were burning every day
Soldiers being spat upon when they came home to stay
Radicals ran rampant. It wasn't looking very good.
MLK and RFK were shot down where they stood
Solidarity Day, in middle June, sought freedom, jobs and peace
Thousands marched on Washington to have discrimination cease
Was also an election year and the parties were beset
The National Guard was called out. How much worse off could we get?
Near the ending of December, Apollo eight was such a boon
It left the earth and returned again, sending three men 'round the moon
I came home in January, returning on a Freedom Jet
I look back and I ask myself, “Have we gotten better yet?”
Within all the infinite time
Nothing ever accepted
By voice are parables of kind
Is as evil as the day,
Created by premeditated crime
Man decided he deserves pride
And the realization all or the reoccurring
Loop of infinite truth finds a vessel
The vessel must die. Killed by what
Arrogant pride.
I am not gullible but I am blind
Cause I don't look for the bad to
Judge one by I look for good in all
So I never no a enemy until
He is willing to speak his intention
While looking love in its eyes
That is respected but if you
Live by a guide then be willing
First to understand with reason
And if you condemned others
Based on another's mans words
Then be you condemned
When you die for something
Other than the essence you follow
All radicals are also blasphemous
Toward the truth they missing
So goes the life of Narcissus pride
Form:
They were my gentile friends, ones I could count on
They stood by me when times were tough
A pep talk here, a couch to sleep on there
They kept me from falling through cracks
Year after year, we shared the cheers and the tears
Patient as saints, they helped me conquer my fears…
Until October 7, ’23, the day 1,200 of my Jewish brethren were slain
They felt I was to blame ~ though it was they’d gone insane
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On October 7, 2023, Hamas radicals and 'ordinary Palestinians,'
along with some UNRWA workers, murdered 1,200 people in Is-
rael, almost all of them Jews. (A significant number of Israelis
were raped and burned alive as well.) Hamas also took about
240 people hostage. About 50 of those hostages are still be-
ing held in captivity by Hamas today, over 600 days later.
P.S. How can I, who have lived in Chicago since 1979, be to
blame for Hamas/Palestinians murdering, raping, burn-
ing and kidnappings Israelis on October 7, 2023?!
Radicals of PostMillennial Zeroism,
like Fundamental PreMillennial Taoism:
YangMind,
severed from YinBody,
falsely promises
unmitigated monopolistic political omniscience
and monotheistic economic omnipotence.
YinBody becomes spiritualized-denatured
empty womanized
invisibly purged
recessed
depressed
repressed
suppressed
voiceless
powerless,
eco-normatively absent
lacking positive nutritional flow trends,
panentheistically dormant.
Just as Holonic Spirit/Nature abhors vacuums of appositionality,
insides divorced from outsides,
there is no such physical dipolar divide
as either of these bipolar metaphysical extremes
might imagine
just as there is no such thing as Yang MindSpace
without YinBody's bilaterally evolving sensations
of not ANGRYpast and not FEARFULfuture
panentheistically omnipresent -(-0)
co-passionateMind/pleasureBody
peace-full NowTime +/- 1
midway in-between
polymathic polynomial equity.
And, their divinely humane ecopolitical stage
balances MidWay Wu Wei
issuing advent of M.L. King's (et. al.)
non-violent powers of love
Beloved Climaxing CoPassionate Community/Communication,
Health/Wealthy Indigenous Wisdom Family,
organic/sacred EarthTribal Peace,
and any other polypathic/polyvagal
eco/neuro-logical
bilateral YANGformation YINflowing system
we might care to nondualistic bicameral wealthyMIND
and polyculturally healthyBODY
co-arise together
Like a primal positive
peaceful co-relationship
between monotheistic FatherSun's enlightenment
and panentheistic EarthMother's empowerment
Renewing
reconnecting
reweaving
re-ligioning
wealthy plutocratic YangMind's
sacred omniscience
healthy democratic YinBody's
organic omnipotence
Regenerating
bicamerally nondualistic omnipresence
RePresenting a choice
deeply felt within each Sage/Muse soul
between win/lose 0-sum Business As Usual,
continuing irreligious anthropocentric retributive wars,
or re-ligious EarthTribe
restoring win/win
+1 = -(-0) polynomial peace:
For both Radicals of PostMillennial Zeroism
and Fundamentalists of PreMillennial Taoism