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President Donald Trump Is On The Precipice Of Starting A Global War
Trump has said that if Iran doesn't open the Strait of Hormuz by 8 pm Eastern Time, “A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.”
The darkest words on the darkest page of the darkest chapter of Trump's darkest book are being played out today and being read with possible grave consequences. With every minute nearing the deadline, I feel like a knife is stabbing my heart. Because if Iran and Trump don't see eye to eye, it will be a very sad ending if Trump carries on with his plan. If Trump lights the match, it may prompt America's enemies, namely Russia, China, and North Korea, to side with Iran and martyrdom. But I think it will go deeper than this when all eyes of the world's population are watching on and see America wipe out Iran's whole civilization (93 million people), our country is going to pick up a lot of hate, collateral damage, and enemies.
Unfortunately, Trump is digging a hole when he didn't have to.
What would George Washington do? He probably looks at the other 80% of the oil that doesn't transport through the Strait of Hormuz and other energy sources, or even drills at home instead of committing genocide (which is the direction Trump is going towards). You see, some Presidents can think and don't suffer from an inferiority complex or narcissistic behavior.
Upon hearing all this, I'm very upset and sickened. Trump's ultimatum is a ticking time bomb. He's put America's way of life at stake, where our future livelihood and safety are very vulnerable to being attacked by our mounting enemies. Even as we speak, our allies and NATO are giving Trump the cold shoulder and are reluctant to assist in forcing Iran to open the Strait of Hormuz.
Normally, I'd pray for a windfall in my direction--good health, good deals, good catches, good friendship, and good wealth, but today I would trade all those prayers and pray for the Iranian people, their families, their cultures, and their way of life. I can empathize with them being pawns under their government's regime during this war and being under extreme duress as their country faces Trump's ultimatum today. I pray to God that there is a shining light at the end of the tunnel and that Iran is saved.
connie pachecho
4/7/26 430pm EST
“I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay, wastin’ time.” Otis Redding
Don’t quit your daydream, son.
You’re just so good at it.
Each day we watch you go
down to the dock and sit.
Your friends have left their homes.
To college most have gone,
but you just like to go
down to the bay at dawn.
What do you dream about
while looking out to sea?
You can’t forever stay
at home with us for free!
Whatever would it take
to prompt you to do more
than keep dreams in your head
and not to let them soar?
Our ultimatum is
find work or go to school.
If not, don’t quit your daydream.
Be a homeless fool.
11/25/2022
(the son of this poem is fictional)
The Gothic Candle Holder
She was abubble with much excitement.
It was only a few hours until
trick-or-treating. She couldn’t stay still.
Floating, spinning round like a dill
in the living room, made her feel a quite ill.
She parked onto the dark oak mantelshelf
of foliate decoration she was used to.
While she waited on the mantelshelf
feel sound, to
feel like herself, she went over her tricks.
She had more than two tricks.
One called “Pull My Candle”.
When a child did that, blood (to them, OOOHHH!)
spurted out into their eyeballs. Handle
that they couldn’t! 'OOOHHH!'
Some threatened, ‘I know KUNG FU!
Do you?'
The Gothic Candle Holder would laugh
and laugh
until the child, and their parents with no care,
slammed the door on her. They were so square!
‘Yes! Yes! Can’t wait a second now
to do that!’ she ejected, feeling better now.
But this Halloween she never
got to do her clever
scare. Her Gothic Candle Holder grandpa Neaps
gave her a very serious ultimatum: (heaps)
either balance for all of Halloween my heaps
of gold teacups or, move out for keeps.
She chose the first.
On the inside, she was raging! No Halloween trick-or-treating! She almost burst!
Do you believe in
The Power of the mind?
Do you seek the truth?
Or are you blind?
Can you rely on
The Force with-in?
Can you play a game?
You can't win?
Will you die for your beliefs?
Go down with the ship?
When the time comes,
Can you crack the whip?
How can you believe in heaven?
When you live in hell.
You can't be saved here,
By the ring of a bell.
Will the darkness win or?
Will the sun prevail?
If you know the answers,
Please, do tell.
It is hard to see things like
They were before.
It is difficult to find peace
After the war.
Can you really be a winner?
When you have nothing to lose?
Faced with an ultimatum,
How do you choose?
Inside each of us there
Is dark and light.
Some are blind,
Some have second sight.
It is our choice that
Determines our fate.
Do we choose love or?
Do we hate?
Turbo1904
Politics and Friendship
By Franklin Price
11/2/2016
Politics and friendship
Don't get along so fine
The former makes us crazy
And sometimes asinine
The latter can't be stepped on
When the former disagrees
The former can kill the latter
With a terminal disease
Sometimes there is no cure
For what foolish people say
In their penchant for political
Their mouths get in the way
Friends will never all agree
With political report
Friendship can be threatened
With unthinkable retort
Opinions thought provoking
When voiced with common sense
Are means for great discussion
Not for putting up defense
If friendship is important
When politics get in the way
A considerate discussion
Beats an ultimatum any day
When political position
Heads friendship in the queue
It's best to change the conversation
That's what friendly people do
There’s civic unrest in Neasden
Which has become a mini hell
The vapours from all those camels
Has caused an awful fruity smell
The citizens are angry and are
Marching off to Westminster hall
Now the novelty has worn off
They’re blooming sick of it all
In spite of the good intentions
Of Lawrence and his crew
You can’t housetrain a camel
And the streets just smell of poo
It’s a simple ultimatum sent
To Tonee ol Georgie’s Vee Pee
Get them moved blooming sharpish
Or next election we’ll jolly well see
They’ve held a cabinet meeting
Old Two Jags came as well
To listen to those pleas
About their urban hell
They’ve reached an honourable
Compromise and Lawrence agreed
He can fulfil his patriotic duty
By going anywhere there is need
So if you are on the channel tunnel
And you think you’ve blown your mind
Because you could swear you’ve just
Seen a camel’s fat brown behind
It’s only Lawrence and his people
On security and safety patrol
Dedicated and dutiful
To the very soul
When a patriot’s a patriot
No task is too great
In the cause and the name
Of the safety of the state
And as Lawrence sometimes mutters
As he enters the tunnel to ride through it
For VeePee Tonee and Her Majesty
Somebody has got to do it
And back there in little Neasden
Things once more are going well
Thanks to the absence of those camels
And their gradually fading smell
TBC
“What are you afraid of?”
…
This question is often brought upon me; I feign nonchalance and am perceived as someone who maintains intrepid behavior. However, that is simply untrue. Brazenly, I am quite a “wimp.” While my fears cannot be held to a simple definition, I present this ultimatum:
My greatest sentiment is entangled within love, yet love is what terrorizes my fragile being the most. My friends and family give me the very affection I need to survive, yet the thought of it being taken away haunts me. I fear that one day, everyone I love will lose the mutuality we share; that one day, my raw emotion will be what drives their repulsed selves away. When their disgust consumes them, they eventually abandon me; we will part, not on good terms but out of the profound repugnance they hold for me.
…
My foundation is built upon the lessons I’ve been taught by others, as I perpetually mature through them. Losing someone who has nurtured my ethics throughout my life would be losing a part of myself; without them, I would be an undone puzzle, longing for my unfulfilled life to be completed. Maybe then, I would finally feel whole.
…
The individuals who I’ve grown with have treated me with respect, and have provided me with a sense of belonging. If they were to hurt me, or damage my sensitive soul, I would continually exist while unrepaired. The thought of someone who I trust hurting me courses fright through my spirit. It would not only break the sense of faith I have in them, but I would find it hard to believe anyone in general.
…
To heal is to move on; but I possess memories, memories too unbearable to simply be forgotten. I fear that I will be unable to forgive and forget what has been brought upon me. Just like everyone else, I have struggled greatly, and I find it hard to neglect the pessimistic emotions tearing at me. But what if I never heal? You cannot forget if you haven’t been burdened with memory, yet not everyone forgets. So what if I don’t?
…
Abandonment, loss, damage, the inability to heal; aren’t these all a part of life? Though I don’t want to die, I feel as if I fear existing; life itself overwhelms me, when it shouldn’t, and though what I go through is normal, the anxiety overtakes the feeling of living. Maybe life itself scares me; maybe I’m just.. weak.
In life we go through many phases.
And our minds go to many places.
Some people stay right where they are.
And sadly, don't go very far.
It's when we get outside ourselves.
And climb down off those dusty shelves.
That we can find a whole new world.
And spend them nuts that we have squirreled.
It seems that in today's society.
You need not move to get variety.
We sit and click and never move.
And causes health to not improve.
Then one day comes an ultimatum.
And we heed the warning verbatim.
Blood pressure's high and so is glucose.
We don't ask why and we don't suppose.
The answers clear, it's time to shift.
Into high gear to slim midriff.
And when we start to feel a change.
Our whole live's start to rearrange.
So find a way that keeps you moving.
So you can continue improving.
And soon you'll start feeling much better.
When you become a daily sweater.
And as the weight begins to shed.
You'll sleep much better in your bed.
So don't just click, get up instead.
Before you wake and find you're dead.
(Mimic the song..."If I Only Had A Brain" by the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz)
I could be so independent
So lavish and resplendent
Just a player in the game
I would wield mighty powers
And be mesmerized for hours
If I only knew my name
Oh nothing's getting clearer
This stranger in the mirror
Every day it's just the same
I don't think I'm Richard Nixon
It's my brain that needs a fixin'
If I only knew my name
I must have washed up on the shore
I'm not in Kansas anymore
Tell me who am I to blame
Am I a winner or a loser
Am I sober or a boozer
If I only knew my name
Who's my father and my mother
Have I sister and a brother
To remember is the aim
Was I born just an orphan
Or was I metamorphin'
If I only knew my name
Were there starlets I was meetin'
Or did I take a beatin'
A sad history or fame
Did I grow up in the gutter
Only eating peanut butter
If I only knew my name
It would be an inspiration
If I got an invitation
By the Queen or Royal Dame
All my senses would be tinglin'
When they crowned me King of England
If I only knew my name
Would I do it all for spite
Is it wrong or is it right
Let me tell you it's a shame
Do I love 'em or I hate 'em
Is that my one ultimatum
If I only knew my name
I would wave my country's banners
And practice proper manners
Not to do so is so lame
I would call no gal a heifer
Or a guy a mother effer
If I only knew my name
Am I a true brainiac
Or a total maniac
This confusion I must tame
I may need some absolution
In a mental institution
If I only knew my name
From the summer through the fall
I kept trying to recall
But the memory never came
Am I coming am I going
There's just no way of knowing
If I only knew my name
When I stand I'm dizzy still
There has got to be a pill
Guess I may go down in flame
This must be some strange disease
Won't somebody help me please
If I only knew my name
Well I feel so out of place
I want to join the human race
So now I'm here to stake my claim
And I'm hopin' and believin'
That one day this fog is leavin'
If I only knew my name
Trumpet the ethos of these wading warriors with the hollowed bones
of their panygeric prophets,resonating triumphant tones,
to forever honor,protect,& perpetuate the valor,virtue,& victory of this Holy Order,
the irridescent echo seeps from their Father's tombs,
for what extent shall I blaze myself and minions in the arrows path,
so to coddle an intangible hope made of a prayer's dope,
or in a mind where a prevailing vision roams,
nay, to avert that macbre nightmare of having my People's progeny becoming the pigmy
of a teething tyrant who condones the perversion of civilization's tomes,
a coalesced consciousness consummated by the last bastion
with a vigorous vigil on this Christmas Eve,
solemn and sacramental the emotion is which this of our hearts
the Almighty exhumes,
A dispatched soldier ploying as scout,remote, waiting ignorantly to be smote,
a far but not forgotten armored satellite being selfless,
his vanity enemy's threat consumes,
an unbridled but composed offensive of a triplicate terror delivered
by an indefatigable knight ,
an ultimatum presented simply but also strictly,
one at least his assault maroons,
J.A.B. - Part Four -