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Texans want to break away
From being part of U.S.A.
Big enough to stand alone,
They want a country of their own.
Petitions got a lot of names
Supporting these secession claims;
People hoping to secede
Need White House blessings to succeed.
Instead, they got a rousing No!
It seems they have no right to go,
For back in 1869,
The Court called Texas out of line.
They’ve wanted out for many years;
But still, our Union perseveres.
Why, even when they sent us Bush,
We didn’t think they’d earned a push.
Come on now, Texas, just play nice.
Nothing’s perfect – my advice
Is suck it up and let it rest –
Your destiny is manifest!
Radio free State of Deseret 3 July 2118, 6 PM Salt Lake Time
International news first.
27 Zionist terrorists leaders were beheaded in the Caliphat of Palestine yesterday after their failed attempt to establish a third state of Israel in Jerusalem during Rhamadan.
One of the last two remaining members of the European Union, France, decided to secede after the other remaining member, Germany, forcibly annexed neighboring Austria after a surprise attack last night. Experts think the attack on Austria was to gain thousands of hectares of undepleted uncontaminated topsoil, and to find a place to deport all the refugees Germany has taken in from the Kurdistan-Turkey-Syria conflict.
After six months of street fighting, Anglo-Canadian forces finally captured the last of the Quebec Libre forces in Montreal. Surviving members of the Libre forces offered only token resistance, as most were near starvation from the blockades.
Several promising oil fields have been identified in the Amazon River Valley of Brazil. Indigent natives had already left the area after the last of the rain forests had been plowed-under to grow sugar crops to make ethanol for fuel.
Venezuela and the Latino Free State of Texas are competing for contracts to drill.
Regional news.
Tomorrow marks what would have been the 342nd anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence of the former United States of America. It also marks the 42nd anniversary of the simultaneous nuclear attack by North Korea and Iran on 7 major coastal cities of the USA during America's tricentennial celebrations, which precipitated the schisms in North America today.
The Deseret Volunteer Guard and Air Force successfully defended the kingdom against a new wave of attacks by gangs, pirates, and sexual deviants that tried to infiltrate via Las Vegas into what used to be Zion National Park.
The Prophet's Safety Council wants to remind all faithful member-citizens to avoid exposure to direct sunlight, to always carry your portable water decontamination kits and air filter masks with you, and to compost all plant materials and use your compost in your sheltered Victory Greenhouses.
Keep the Faith. Radio free State of Deseret signing off.
In One Hundred Years poetry contest
3 June 2018.
Dinner with old friends:
salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with
broccoli, two white wines.
Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table
or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia.
The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms, the trucks,
such comfort. The ancients knew this too
yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war.
How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed suffering?
That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any time a
majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not Kurds, Chechyns,
Tibetans and Armenians?
Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we debate
or whine about the other side winning and making a mess
of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with voting
machines,
what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq,
school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss surrounding the
little promontory life.
It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a good citizen.
Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet
two white wines.
They are in meaningless session again
Not seeking to serve but to practice the deception
Not seeking to lead but to mislead
Taking black and white, creating gray
Don't wave that flag if you do not honor it
Oppression by omission. You have given
NOTHING
But rights to the dissidents and wrongs to the citizens
Hear me now
I cannot replace the spine you're missing
ONE NATION UNDER GOD
If you cannot accept you cannot lead
If you cannot lead you are the problem
THE FAILURE
Authorizing condemnation and treason
Banning prayer and patriotism
Once filled with victory and pride
Now mired in failure
Represent or resign, serve or secede
Make a stand for once or fall forever
We no longer will tolerate
YOUR FAILURE
One nation UNDER GOD.
Mexican activists say we took Mexican land by war
From California to Wyoming, a theft they can't ignore.
They want the land back, and they see a way to succeed
Massive movement over the border, then one day to secede.
They call it "Reconquista": the new country "Aztlan."
They have help from leftists, who seek votes where they can.
Myself, I'm conflicted, why give up any state?
But as to fairness, its a reasonable debate.
On the other hand you can look at the Mayan empire
It didn't reach this far, even if they had the desire.
The Aztecs didn't either, it was only after Spain took charge:
That Mexico reached so far north, that Mexico got large.
There's a lot of outreach from Mexico to migrants here
They talk of U.S. materialism, but the irony is clear
The migrants come for more "dinero", that's the main drive
If not materialism, then what makes them arrive?
In World War One, Germany feared the U.S. would join the fray
So it tried to get Mexico to help it fight the U.S.A
It said Mexico could get Texas, California, with Germany's aid
This outraged the gringos, and a price was paid..
But the dream of Reconquista still rises, it remains
And again, I'm conflicted, were those states ill-gotten gains?
We made excuses like "Manifest Destiny", or a Texas border fight
I can't wrap my head around who's wrong and who is right.
I don't want the package of Mexican rule and leftist control
Arizona is part of our history, California played a role.
Don't want to learn Spanish, or bow my head to a cartel
There are problems south of the border, things don't go so well.
But the Reconquest is big, I'm reading "The invisible Coup"
Peter Schweizer writes of what activists want to do.
Birthright citizenship also means Chinese fly here to give birth
Brought up in China, then a million voters on our turf.
These are issues to confront; do we make a stand?
Did we take it by force, do we belong on the land?
Mexico was taken by conquistadores, maybe they should go back to Spain?
Arguments go both ways, but hard questions do remain.
(A Prophecy of Collapse)
Once upon a time, beneath stars and stripes,
Stood a colossus—loud, armed, and blind to its blight.
It roared not with wisdom but with greed and might,
Casting shadows across oceans, in day and night.
Its streets were paved with silence, not gold,
Citizens numbed, liberty bought and sold.
The media fed illusions, thick and sweet,
While justice begged on Wall Street's feet.
A builder rose, not from virtue, but pride,
Crowned in red caps, and ignorance wide.
Trump, the name, a brand not a man,
Spoke not for the people, but for the plan.
He whispered fear into every law,
Preached nationalism with a dictator’s draw.
The eagle, once soaring, began to dive,
As hunger and hatred kept truth alive.
The oppressed cried beneath polished flags,
While wealth rolled past in armored Jags.
He made of Twitter a holy decree,
And mocked the truth on national TV.
But prophecy dances in silence, not crowds,
And thunder brews under sleeping shrouds.
The land of the free became tired and torn,
Its unity fractured, its myth reborn.
One by one, the states will pull,
Tired of dancing to Washington’s rule.
Texas will murmur, then yell, “We secede!”
California, tired, will plant its own seed.
Civil wars, not with muskets but minds,
A digital rebellion, restructured by signs.
The poor, the Black, the bruised and betrayed,
Will rise like waves the Empire delayed.
The world shall whisper, as stars rearrange,
“Once, there was America—but now things have changed.”
No more illusions, no more disguise,
For the bully’s mask has met its demise.
From bloodied dreams and broken news,
Will rise a world that no longer fears abuse.
America—the empire—will collapse from within,
Its tale engraved where the fall begins.
And the prophets shall say in their twilight song:
You ruled with power, but not for long.
For every house built on sand and lies,
Must one day fall… and never rise.
Autumn shears my weary garden
Yet industrious summer doth pardon
Summer's residual, dusts with frothy mist
My annual saplings fruitful labors desist
Late season gratuities doth slight
Yet graciously freezes rancid blight
My well-manicured plot
Frozen mounds do clot
Branching tendrils secede
Anon, bracketing weeds recede
Each ballasting furrow
Into the ground doth burrow
All the burgeoning blooms
With callous frost entombs
Leaves that did with fertile juices flow
Now lie on shriveled vines sallow
The green, neon afterglow
With a tarnishing brown doth bestow
My ripening fruit once pungent and mellow
With a rotting stench doth bellow
The seeds of self-destructive strife
Were sown soon after drums and fifes
Extolled success from breaking free
From Britain's aristocracy.
The Constitution's writ accedes
Peculiar Institution's needs:
Proportional House seats would be
Increased counting slave property.
Cross purposes within the cloth
Of nationhood revealed the moth
That slowly raveled fine knit strands
Exposing North and South demands.
Decades of wrongs in faint disguise
Betrayed the truth and broke the ties
That bound the states within one cause
And shattered order, faith and laws.
When reason failed to parlay peace
The rift would steadily increase
And split the nation into spheres
With fighters formed from extant fears.
North claiming states could not secede
Waged Civil War against that creed.
South claiming states had rights innate
Then waged a War Between the States.
Long years saw men in Blue and Gray
Lay lifeless forms by path and way
As armies swarmed then crept from fights
And Death employed its solemn rites.
When South drove north exposing flaws
So foreign States would join its cause,
The North held ground forcing retreat
And quashed Rebellion's last entreat.
And, proclaimed end to slavery,
The by-product of strategy,
Emancipates morality
To confront past ignominy.
The storm clouds of impending fate
From intervention dissipate
And war grinds to a bloody halt
With thousands dead as a result.
The Union came to be maintained
With frightful cost of life sustained
Granting renewal to recast stakes,
Haunted by ghosts of past mistakes.
While time would try to heal these wounds,
Those deep cut scars to this day loom.
From tribulation life resumed:
The body politic exhumed.
A solitary kernel for lack of succoring nurture aggrieved
From sun's warm caresses seasonally bereaved
With wind's chilling strides constantly plucked, heaved
Lying on fallowed ground whose cloak now desleaved
With frigid mantle over frostbitten spine weaved
Nutrient-rich pores of their cultivating provender relieved
As brittle husk to its fibrous moorings tightly cleaved
So coarse grains to earthen crevices, pockets sheathed
Dormant, but from bludgeoned shell will not secede
Nor Summer's bountiful harvest deed
A sparse, unfurnished bed temporarily bequeathed
Until providentially-rendered elements have new life breathed
Still yet, creator hath numbered all and due rations perceived
Until Spring's availing tides have Winter's corroded channels reprieved
And life's, generating tenants from their frozen prisons freed
Nietzsche declared that God is dead
Since thoughts of Him man’s heart has fled.
If it is true that God is dead
Let hearts of men be filled with dread.
Once God had died the race was on
among the gods man’s mind would spawn,
which one would fill the space God left?
Yea, who would occupy the cleft?
The no-God notion tried and failed
To fill the void man’s proud heart veiled
The need for one greater than man
Whose essence man’s mind cannot span.
Materialism also failed
As grift and greed man’s heart assailed.
Possessions could not fill his need
Once man from his God did secede.
Scientists tried God’s role to fill
Their efforts cannot fit the bill.
The inventions their knowledge yields
spawn hazards that are like minefields.
Marxism, and all the other isms
has left society mired in schisms.
Man sought freedom by declaring God dead,
The absence of God brought bondage instead.
God’s replacements have failed to quell
The yearnings that in man’s mind swell.
These cravings only God can fill
As man accedes unto His will.