The media are so desperately trying to gaslight you that the shooter is a right wing extremist who thought Charlie Kirk wasn’t “far right” enough. Because the cowardly assassin was raised in a Republican home with conservative parents who support the 2nd Amendment they want you believe this was MAGA killing their own.
What the fake news media omit is the killer is a troubled young man in a relationship with a trans man who was radicalised to hate Christian conservatives like Kirk. Well, Charlie Kirk didn’t hate trans people or anybody else. I see all the haters and cowards on this website and on social media trying to defend the indefensible. The only place I’ve seen that level of delusion and derangement is in a cult.
Charlie Kirk would probably have been President one day, but much more than that, he would have been a great father and leader and force for good. You killed the man but his legacy will be felt for a very long time.
Not one building has been set on fire, not one store looted, not one riot taken place, and not one person murdered in the aftermath. Compare that to George Floyd. That’s the difference between us and them!
Let my life for you sacrificed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Come and inercede to this helpless servant
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Faithfuls suffer in this earth a lot
Hereafter there will be plesure and enjoyment
From eighteen thousand worlds' selected
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Traveler of seven leveled skies
Above bound of Creator flied
In his ascension for Ummah prayed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Four khaliphs are his paradise neighbor
Who is in love with him is away from evil
He is sultan of creations as a whole
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
What Dervish Jonah does in here without you
Real prophet without doubt and mistrust is you
Whom don't obey you faithlessly as an infidel go
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
Don’t tell me change is impossible.
I’ve done the math.
3,000 people.
$10 a week.
That’s $30,000 every week.
Invest it wisely, even at 3.25%.
That amounts to $1.6 million per year.
Enough to start a small business annually.
Enough to buy homes outright.
Enough to give dignity without debt.
And if thousands of groups did this?
Poverty wouldn’t need handouts.
Governments wouldn’t bleed through welfare.
Education, health, pensions—they’d thrive on the dividends of collective care.
I don’t care if you follow this.
Just don’t complain when you didn’t try.
This is how we fight unemployment.
Not with blame—
But with unity.
Not with pity—
But with the possibility.
The greatest gift you can give a child
Is a career that lasts a lifetime
Wages provide money to feed your family
creating employment worldwide
would overcome both poverty and starvation
creating independence with employment
lets everybody thrive
If every working person that could invest ten dollars per week
Invested in groups creating employment for the unemployed
You could create better lives for everyone
Have always known my limitations
it's a fact that can't be missed
I'll always go out on a limb
and you're an attraction I can't resist
am I being reckless to gamble on such a crazy game
am I overconfident and like a moth to a flame
will I melt my wings
these and a thousand other things
will I crash and burn will I ever learn
always had my uncertainties
if I speak my mind to you
there's a danger in the air
you'll take and break my poor heart in two
am I flying too close
when the day is done
if I say, "I'm in love with you,"
am I flying too close to the sun?
polished stones and reeds
on the banks of woodland stream -
a thousand chirpings
Severing of ties with our allies.
Court orders blatantly defied.
Plans to privatize, those federal
agencies now downsized..
Green card holders traumatized..
A thousand cuts.
A thousand bleeds.
Our wounded democracy falls
to it's knees,,
Lawyers and judges receive death threats.
Freedom of speech being suppressed.
Deportation with out due process.
Defunding colleges and PBS..
A thousand cuts.
A thousand bleeds.
Our democracy hemorrhages.
Our rights recede, as we
sleep walk into Autocracy...
polished stones and reeds
on the banks of woodland stream -
a thousand chirpings
In Iran..I hear it told beleif in islam is going cold.?
Fifty thousand mosqes, shut down.?
Seems the ayatolla's voices are being drowned.?
What true power in Christ.? We might never know.?
Yet therein lies true freedom.' Even old Rome gave Him
'A go .)
A thing that yearns in constant devour,
And finds itself to be a constant sour,
Totally dissolute… and an accumulation of none,
Is the thing that burns, at a constant run.
For the thing is… in all its effortless glory,
The ache of a thousand suns.
It's all in the eyes
You will know the truth
Tears cannot lie how much
Pain the heart express inside
How deep is the longing
You see how weary the eyes is
The response of the opposite
Meet the eyes that speak sympathy
Sparkling eyes speaks ecstasy
A joy unspeakable, an embrace lock
A lonely eyes suggest kindness
Need tight embrace for empathy
An angry eyes ignite fire blaze
A revengeful, destructive malady
Eyes speak love, betrayal and sadness
It never lie but express varied meaning
But loving eyes wins all knees to bend for glory.
‘Pon taxpayers a tad more trust,
On tax kitty a tad less lust,
Tax that dulls no young dream,
Gathers cream just from brim,
Tax too shy to assume,
Lets thousand flowers bloom,
A tax is no broom to clean dust.
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Happenings |04.05 2015, revised February 2025|
Not that the greed of the governments would let them heed to this unwanted advice. But this ditty is still hopeful, may in case….Wish, it reminds them of what WB Yeats once said: ‘Tread softly because you tread on my dreams'…. First written in 2015, ten years later the ditty is still hopeful.
Bibi exchanges hundreds of murderers
with blood on their hands
for a handful of hostage civilians
fueling Hamas’ evil plans
for ‘a thousand more October sevens’
horrific antisemitic aggressions…
Sleep well, Bibi, tonight
as your countrymen's nightmares ignite
to God a day is a thousand years
and a thousand years a day
sometimes that seems to be
the case for me
Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two fish in the sea
And I had to find a catfish who took a bite out of me
The waves were crashing, but I still felt his teeth okay.
That murderous fish bit me, then went gliding away.
Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two grains of sand
Landed in my bucket when I finally found myself back on dry land.
A frog came over to give me a little understanding and empathy.
The catfish had tried to take a bite out of him too, you see.
Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two steps to my car.
If I had known my leg was going to hurt, I would not have parked so far.
Clyde the catfish got you, eh? An old timer in a fishing hat asked me.
He’s the orneriest and oldest fish in this deep blue sea.
One first flight, Columbia’s name.
Seven souls aboard, bound for fame.
Six days, then ten, experiments thrive,
Eighty hearts of science, dreams alive.
Sixteen days, the Earth they skim,
Reentry calls—light fades dim.
Tick-tick, hiss-hiss, crack-crack—a sound,
A breach unseen, the heat unwound.
1.67 pounds, a foam unseen,
Pierced the wing, unstitched the dream.
40 miles high, the flames collide,
Mach eighteen, as heat did stride.
Mach fifteen—a fiery scream,
The air ignites, the fragile seams.
Seven names, carved deep in space,
Their sacrifice, a lasting grace.
At 9:00 a.m., a nation cried,
29 months, the fleet must bide.
Tick-tick, sigh-sigh, hush-hush—we wait.
Columbia’s legacy will navigate.
Eighty dreams and the minds they fed,
We honor the fallen, their voices not dead.
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