THE STOLEN CHILD
Where the rocky highlands serenely rises
in the West Hills of the city,
there lies an island of leafy vegetation
where song birds wake
the slumbering urban rats;
there we’ve grown our concealed berry patches,
full of white flowers for this year’s crop
of the reddest berries imaginable.
Where waves of moonlight cascade down
over the dew washed leaves,
far off above the furthest fast growing roses
we silently sit all the night
and weave old dreams
mingling exhalations and mingling glances,
till the moon tires and falls from the night sky;
to and fro our agile minds go
as we pursue the frothy bubbles of time,
while the world is ruled by troubles
and anxiety watches over its sleep.
Where wandering ideas percolate
from the springs above Sylvan
and pool in branching tertiary streams
before running away in little laughing rivulets
that scarcely bathe a star,
and who have dreams of their own,
of times of greater flow, when trout would sleep
and murmur in the brooks ears
their dreams of great voyages and vast waters;
but, the chill night’s tears dangle quietly
from the graceful arching fronds,
before crowning the water and christening
the young streams with waves who trouble their sleep
with disturbing dreams.
Away with them, they’ve stolen
the solemn eyed sun,
whose eyes look so like his mother’s:
he won’t get to see the green grass dissolve into darkness,
he’ll hear no more the lone dog’s distant bark
on hillsides heated in the evening by the city;
or, the tea-kettle cheerfully whistling on the stove,
his parents singing about peace and happiness
that he internalizes in his breast;
or, see, “You Can’t Take It With You”, “Bank Dick”,
“Modern Times”, “Duck Soup”, and Wells play “Macbeth”
on the family DVD player.
For now, the young man comes home,
to a condo where he lives with a right wing whore who reports on him,
while she tries to seduce his father; as he is surrounded by dead echoes,
who try to tell him what absurdities to think;
and, after working hard all day he’s still a privileged member of the working poor,
and so, he plays with caricature characters,
on a mindless puerile computer game on internet
that programs the same prejudices he receives all day along with his slave wages
from the velvet gloved steel fisted masters at work; and, he
watches, while others coerce by starving and using vicious vice ridden iniquities
to torture victims: in a brave new world flooded with more weeping
than his poor honest heart can begin to understand.
SWEET
Sweet are the moonbeams, sweet are the mountain meadows,
sweet are the sagacious conversations of peace loving people of good will;
the music is sweet, so is the grass dancing with delightful grace,
and so is my love’s beautiful face,
caressed by the sunshine and shadow of the woods when its still:
but, everything under Heaven would be better:
if humans were allowed to be free, Happy, and wise
and, fate were not so bitter and hard.
FOUL
Little titmice hop
bravely beneath the bushes
high piping notes gregariously sound
marking their ingenuous progress
across the garden carpeted with white petals
falling in a blizzard from the nearby fruit trees.
But, we who are wiser,
hurry by on to the front porch
and into the illusory safety of the house,
where we’re spied on
behind transparent walls
by invasive technologies -
whose use if supporting
that which is reasonable
is superfluous, and if not
should not be used at all –
so computerized psychological profiles
can be constantly updated,
to make private parties’ efforts
to pervert people, solicit adultery, and acts of violence
more efficiently making communities
less safe and more immoral,
with male and female prostitutes
and children who are whored with sexual and physical abuse
who are conditioned to lie so they can cheat
and whose impertinence has arrogantly degenerated
into sadistic norms designed to torment
their targeted victims who are anyone
they dislike and disagree with, or merely find convenient.
And, so it goes that the tormented targeted victims
are conditioned to hate,
so that they’ll commit abhorrent acts of violence
(in places near
to divert the nation from corrupt factional malfeasance)
against any arbitrary ethnic, racial, religious and sub-cultural group
that the private parties are trying to influence,
and so, they pretend to protect; or, they try and
exacerbate the emotional duress of their targeted victims
with depression and anxiety
usually combined with sleep deprivation,
in efforts which also solicit self-destructive acts
that end in institutions, mutilations,
and worst of all suicides which are actually camouflaged murders.
And, then, habituated to intimidating people
with extortion and coercion,
while pretending the sadism that tortures and torments
someone somehow is good and anything but Evil.
Meanwhile, the old man who wanders
around cultivating himself and his garden,
advocating Reason and that people should have more fun and not less,
prudently living moderate lives, while behaving appropriately
in mutual forbearance respecting the rights of others
as he’d have his own rights respected;
and, he’d live according to free will and self-determination,
in harmony with the nature of his being,
to the extent that it doesn’t directly violate other people’s rights:
is more morally perspective and wise
than the displaced denominations by Mammon’s money,
whose priests and ministers preach from pulpits on Saturday and Sunday
to those who perversely prey on the old man
and others like him, for both pleasure and profit,
seven days a week, 52 weeks a year:
these things are abominable, in the eyes of decent humanity and God!
FOOL
You may pull a ruby out,
of a mean bears mouth;
you may cross inter-galactic space,
like your own private pool;
a boa constrictor may lie,
like a pretty bow tie:
but, you never can convince a fool!
HOMELAND
Puppet-president leader of sadness and misery,
who blasphemes our Civil Rights?
Where do our sorrows end?
In cemeteries funerals burry grotesque
mutilated corpses that finally realize they’re dead.
What rivers of tears flow for you,
while the embrace of death brings Peace and Safety
to your desolate inner domains?
YES
INDEED
Yes indeed, those who loath me most in this World
technologically try to draw and quarter me. But,
its contradistinctive with the one great love of the Universe
that’s greater than theirs, and, its Yours that makes us free.
If I don’t get up and call You in my prayers,
and if I don’t keep You content, comfortable, and Happy;
then, Your gracious love for me will still patiently wait for my love.
ASSISTANCE
During the day they come up grinning to our town,
they said,” We only want the smallest house.
Please accept our modest assistance, as partial payment and poor present employment
that tomorrow will be great wealth.
And, let us aid you in worshiping God as we humbly help
(like a contemporary Uriah Heep) you arrange your affairs, as God’s grace intended.”
And then, with warm smiles and friendly manners they start helping.
But, by
buried beneath a maze of ever darkening shadows
we discovered they’d yoked us with their severe persecutions
and chained us with ignorance and poverty, where they left us
oppressed and miserable; and, then we latter learned
that arrogantly they blasphemously stole with unholy avarice, and, blinded by pride
they abused power and perverted our sacred shrines’ services and good gov’t’s strength.
SHATTERED SHARDS
Shards of shattered sunlight shower about me
and dance in the forests. Through flashing stained glass fragments
that fall in the vast verdant valley floor, I stumbling sought
to reach a state of mind that, while still alive and active, was at peace and tranquil.
The cold stream stayed crystal clear,
where I walked alone in April showers, of petals that effaced flowers
and carpeted the ground, made beautiful by the
with runes written on the wind.
A lonely vision swept from the vessel,
a silent wailing naked in its unique singularity;
alone, each bright luminous petal softly lands,
and, immersed and solitary, I might still be somehow connected.
And, this wonderful event will prove bountiful
succulent sweet tasting pears
hanging head high a crop
better than the bitter harvest I’ve seen.
The iniquitous harvest that revealed its trees vile species,
a degeneration into tyranny and then chaos:
the fractals of Mathematics that negate a person’s life,
a rare canvas cascading down into dust and Death.
A squirrel barks its warning in twilight
and silent rising burnished copper
a huge, full, misplaced, harvest moon wanders out of season,
as those whose laughter rose from different roads were silenced.
God, many of your mansions are draped in crepe
and hard laughter sharp edged as a knife
mocks words like honor, Freedom, and Peace
pressed into the confines of a shadow filled rectangular space.
In a brotherhood of persecution around me,
I borrow the seasons of home,
a sick land dressed in bandages and bathed with shards.
A home that’s alien to reason, where ill is the season of mind that descends.
IT SEEMED
It seemed as though silence cracked
and voices poured open,
parched tongue and lips sought water,
hands lifted the skies.
And, what open skies! Whiter than a corpse, still as death
that softly shakes my soul awake;
shoeless feet, don’t encumber the still growing toenails,
whose distance traveled can’t be measured in minutes and miles.
Elk waded a mist shrouded river,
wind whispered quietly to trees,
branching lattice limbs lift
hidden stars that flit through shadows.
LETTERS FROM THE RADICAL RIGHT REPUBLICAN DYNASTY
Notes from a ‘Still Truckin’ Underground
Soon it’ll be thirteen years since the mockingbird,
for it’s own safety, was sadly placed in a gilded cage.
And, the woods and parks, where subordinate tyrants hang out in
to spy in “new” computer designed cars and wash down lunches
with the blood of people subjected to their severe persecution – er, “re-cycled”;
and, the copses and gardens are filled, with either the crows raucous cries,
or, the redundant sounds of aggressive starlings, or, the monotonous thin piping of black
birds:
‘till, leaning back they turn on the radio that tells them what to think on every subject.
Its this sordid sort of anniversary, odd numbered, and extremely wrong
that we celebrate this day that’s our unofficial national holiday: April 1st.
The cosmetics that smooth away wrinkles in the mirror costs more each year.
Our row houses’ postage stamp yards are paved over, and, weeds sprout through cracks.
The painfully empty skies are now a sickly, dirty, grayish, beige white,
pierced by scattered spires, a catafalque supported by buildings,
whose corpses are only allowed to be seen in profile.
I speak to my sons about Hyden’s chemical basis of thought,
and, how much fun can be had extrapolating from a variety based reality,
like various perspectives being insightful for Truth;
they begin to change the subject....
this poem to you, Love, from your, ‘still Truckin’, land tortoise,
is written on lined paper, given to me from the Queen of Hearts.
Lately, there are no forests, but the store’s supply of blank paper seems endless.
THE WAR CONTINUES
I.
We who aren’t betrayed by blind subservience to power,
nor a bigoted perverted faith, nor foolish persistence to lost labor,
nor have been habituated, nor master over many wage slaves,
made blind with 20/20 vision, have constantly mourned that man
should fall prey, to his own frail weaknesses and strong passions
and with sincere thoughts nurture fervent hopes of its eventual redemption;
these recur by the reported daily death count, which our tardy troupe evacuation
condemns US to just claims of degenerate, corrupt folly
and inevitable failure, in this foulest age, since Caligula and Nero held stage;
and, re-affirms me in the steadfastness of my resolve,
to refuse to participate by being a willing tool of Evil,
aiding tyranny to forge chains for future generations and commit iniquities that only
serve to increase human misery.
II.
Dark is the domain of sadness and sorrow: but,
mankind may not understand, who stand buried beneath
their impregnable ignorance and can not weep.
III.
And, again descend the dark shadows of tyranny on mankind
subordinating other’s hearts to their own capricious bigotry
without any clear idea of what they think, or whatever
orchestrated deceit compelled them to their belief –
paranoid of Truth, or any analysis that exposes their absurdity,
thoughts that are echoes of shadows cast by devouring flames,
whose spiteful carnage leaves a track of desolation
around the gloom shrouded World that they leave behind.
A
ROOM UPSTAIRS
Sweet one, sweet one, I dreamed you into being
sweet one, sweet one you hold the key to my heart,
she moves in the dull darkness
pensive in her solitude – a life apart.
She cleans up from dinner, so
that her kitchen is “all neat and tidy”: happy,
to a room upstairs overlooking the valley,
willingly with her I go.
She turns on a tiffany lamp,
and, an island of light floats in the sea of shadow that floods the room;
reflecting in the doorway,
her presence fills the room and lightens the gloom.
And, sweeter than an afternoon faun,
she’s fun loving and kind;
to a room upstairs, overlooking the valley,
with her I gladly go, down echoing corridors to the end of time –
where we enter a mysterious mirror.
CONTEMPORARY LEPERS
“Abandon all hope ye who enter ...”
Day dawned, as soon as branches sprouting little translucent leaves
had drunk the scented dew, the indigent’s door swung open on its hinges
and the social pariah, like anachronistic anchorites,
poured deep all day into desolate places, the city square,
and urban parks, the water front and concrete canyons, whose remote perspectives
tranquil and, green, and gray, and arboreal, were inhabited with bustle
browsing indiscriminately on herbage and garbage,
as the blue heron silently stalked its shadow across the blue pellucid shallows.
Some had established territories, like street corners, for panhandling,
and, just like the right wing narcs, with their signs,
they hustled for money, for even the destitute have needs;
a flowering tree was more fragrant than a perfume,
a hot pretzel sold from a nearby vendor was more savory than caviar;
and, others were walking the water front,
or park block grottoes with worn and weary lawns;
and, in interspersed oasis of trees,
their gushing fountains surrounded by sporadic murals and leprous walls.
This is how these brave Ulysses harnessed time,
who flew by fleetingly through felicity and slowly through their suffering swamps.
But, there were those who no longer even shuffled
from their indigent digs in the morning dragging their chains of hopes behind them.
These emaciated wretched and dolorous souls, who had abandon their passions
and were walking their shadows among the other grotesques,
some mumbling to themselves tormented by technological demons,
through banks of shifting shadows in canyons high and gray,
an eye on the solar clock,
whose Phaeton held reigns hurried their fleeing lives towards eternity.
And, when they sat, invisible in their clothes provided for them,
not from charity but so they could go among US unnoticed and unaware
(how many there were and how big of a problem they represented)
backs pressed against tightly shut doors,
where they swayed delicately balanced between the known and the mysterious.
They were lost in themselves,
nothing penetrating their sepulchral silence,
except the periodic stampede of herds of angry cars
exhaling clouds of exhaust from their slobbering tailpipes,
as they thundered down the dirty asphalt streets;
these events were duly noted daily, by public traffic cameras;
and, by the sound of distant church bells chiming from a loudspeaker
perched on the nearby corner of a roof from some squat building,
low enough to be heard by the plebian pedestrian traffic;
because, almost all of the churches were abandoned
and stood locked and empty, they were maintained
exclusively for their immense commercial value as real estate assets.
Unnoticed, among the undifferentiated no longer white collar workers -
whose employers mandated they wear casual clothes, like the indigents,
so that they supposedly wouldn’t notice,
as though they wouldn’t notice,
the exploitatively low wages of wage slaves -
a death rattle sounded from a slumping dead person,
whose coevals continued on as always; until finally, a right wing spy saw and stopped,
and they called in, on a ubiquitous cell phone,
and reported it, hoping perhaps for a partial bounty;
while, the rest of the dispirited recluses retired,
back to the gallery of bugged cots and two way mirrored bathrooms
that were nothing more than doleful human holding pens.
TWILIGHT TREES
In the magic portal that is twilight,
let our shadows adumbrate together
loosing all sense of yours and mine;
and, under the tall stately trees
that we’ve now grown to be,
disappear in the night that descends upon us.
SIDEWALK ART
To the artist whose canvas is the sidewalk,
and the park with trails that are slithering lines to the cartographer...
But, we exist complete in a hand and ready to unfold in form, line, and color
down the distant trail, wreathed in wisps of smoke, and that peculiar odor!
that swirling kaleidoscope of color, decay, and new spring growth
making one think in dew drenched woods of rainbows, mathematics and death.
This ship of fools is ours and like a modern flying Dutchman
it extends from my childhood in a ray with no end.
We exist like mixed metaphors that swirl into a funnel and vanish into space.
I have seen many writhing like a phrase and reinvent them in words
that spill across the page. I’ve seen many other things of incredible beauty
in a continent of clouds, some that are dead, others that are visions
and some which are destined to exist in a neverland in between
King Solomon’s gardens, the Aleph the size of a walnut, and during
the Mu’awiyah caliphate a man from
“their time”, and continued on at home in the family mausoleum
the world outside swirling alive brown, green, blue, and red behind white curtains
that kept disappearing in a colorless prescient of sadness,
where people seemed to be traveling in their sleep
who would look at you with sorrowful, dead eyes –
to entertain my mother I’d play classical music and read poetry
who was young and would smile thinly and yawn.
A tree was cut down beside our home for my mother‘s capricious whim;
but, in the hole made by the absent tree in the canopy of crowns
a new one desiring the light reached up with branching limbs
towards the sunlight that pierced the gloom,
and, the yard erupted with color
and wisps of mist danced gracefully
in the eternal mysterious twilight.
THE CALM
Travel is difficult now days: your shy about your delicate condition
and the awkwardness moving your bulky body entails. But, we make do,
placing the collage of colored leaves on the coffee table, playing Mozart
on the stereo: for his sake, we surround you two, and I make three with beauty.
I place my ear on your mysterious round ripe belly,
I read great literary works to our sleeping baby.
After work we go for walks as a family
and feel the fresh air and gentle warmth of the setting Sun.
May the wind from the fir forests caress my face with its soft hands.
I constantly want you to eat, to strengthen the child,
you say don’t worry, while watching your weight.
During your gavid days you try to remain calm, to not hate;
And so, I try not to complain and try not to do things that annoys:
I love you, and now there will be one more to love!
Because, ensconced in the still dark womb
weaves a body with a heart, face and expressions: a miracle of life – another universe!
STONE STEPS
Deprived of sleep, again, I watch
the weary hours of early morn,
and, fill my head with clouds,
a caravanserai of beautiful dreams;
then, the library that was dulled by darkness,
becomes an enchanted realm, whose walls contain
whole universes topologically layered in a magical multi-dimensional collage.
Dawn, slowly spins its gray web over the window.
A chill shadow shivers behind the shutters.
I deflect the vanity driven hates, and hone the fine art of the question –
answers usually take care of themselves.
Later, random events, like the mailman empting the mailbox
and pouring it full of stupid syllables that insult one’s intelligence
signify the passing of time, while the windows stare blindly
at the empty gray sea outside, where cars drive by
with their passengers of dreams devouring miles dreaming
the moments that float away gleaming like strings of precious pearls.
Streetlights stand, extinguished, sentinels in the morning mist: too soon
the gay dancing flaming flowers expire.
The frozen universe descends in slow motion over the earth,
where most of the generic geometric houses retain their warmth
behind various indifferent nondescript exteriors
the day is pale as a corpse, and, the stone steps in the park
remain an eternal solemn reminder.
The city’s stone steps seem to sleep peacefully,
they retain the ancient dreams of freedom that slumber in their hearts.
Stones that rest solidly beneath the few people who visit
and infuse the charm, beauty and significance of the gardens,
buried beneath the impatient city’s swelling wave of white noise.
Stones that seem inert, but who’re free; their freedom hidden, within the quiet strength
of their reclusive natures.
Stones which serve humanity, as a witness to their belief in Heaven.
The following ideas presented in the following essays, discourses, and studies are the express opinion of their author.
RUMOR MILL
V.
STUDIES ON DEMOCRACY
Demonstrations & Miscellaneous Items
The previous study on the contemporary effects of faction clearly revealed that I no longer lived in a free country; and, it was a striking realization, because it not only demonstrated the continued validity of that time honored political axiom about power corrupting and absolute power corrupting absolutely, but several aspects of the morally degenerative process transpiring with the people involved that corresponded with previously known instances of abuses of power that it gave me a greater regard and respect for certain qualitative aspects of existence, like Justice, Liberty, and Equality to only mention a few. I was made aware of the current relevance that maintaining a jealous ever alert vigilance is essential, to guard these national treasures from not just invasion but from the more probable and insidious internal threat from decay and corruption, which is the best wisdom and first responsibility of both an individual and a nation. However, I previously considered these as national characteristics that made America special and served as its stable lasting legacy from generation to generation and not as a precious possession that was stolen, and that it was now necessary to struggle for its restitution, against extremely long odds – for throughout human history Civil Rights once lost are rarely ever restored. The primary reason is that those who are capable of such a breach in prudent conduct lack the sound judgment to perceive the profound seriousness of the error, it is as noted degenerative and increases the range of the domain of its extreme negative impact, the process commences with a group that opportunistically seizes on circumstances, or manipulates them and sacrifices national interests for base personal benefit, which eventually digresses into a state of tyranny that abuses power to compel society to reflect the capricious personal prejudices of the tyrants for the best of available emotional pretences – of course. The present phony foreign war that the Iraq war represents is a case in point, and the right wing faction deceitful manipulation of our domestic dissatisfaction and cynical utilization of public demonstrations, some of which are legitimate expressions of democracy, by dissident elements shows us some of the unpleasant aspects, of the radical right faction procedures which are not reconcilable to Christian morality and Democracy’s traditional view of humanity, charity, good faith, decency and justice.
The Iraq War is an illegal war of aggression. The legitimate demonstrations are being used by Machiavellian right wing elements, to discredit dissidents with the public by the radical right controlled propaganda-machine which functioning in its adjunct role to the abuse of power vainly tries to gain public approbation, not by legitimizing the fraudulent war for right wing factional advantages (like artificially improved industrial-military profits, increased national debt that’s the largest in world history that they receive the interest from, and national debt gives faction greater leverage influencing public policy in order to make them more money pursuing exploitative measures, including camouflaged attacks on the beneficial public entitlements, like privatizing Social Security and Medicare, whose proposed privatization will be profitable for faction) but by discrediting dissidents; either, by contrived violent actions by planted right wing provocateurs during and after legitimate dissident demonstrations, or, by the right wing placing extremely visible disreputable looking individuals wearing seedy clothes decorated in crass anti-establishment slogans like FUCK COPS. It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words, and the radical right faction dominated media utilizes the ploy to duplicitously further its private agenda on an honest and unsuspecting public. The radical right faction, with the able assistance of its adjunct propaganda-machine, strives to help shape public opinion through demonstrations by two basic means; first, it currently manipulates and negates legitimate dissident demonstrations utilizing the methods already mentioned, and, second, it stages phony dissident demonstrations of their own, in efforts designed to channel the direction and parameters of the issues involved. The right wing efforts go so far as to cynically include employing disruptive demonstrations that are controlled in part with the ubiquitous cell-phones, too, to further the radical right wing interests. The recent manipulation of American demonstrations stems directly from the radical right faction efforts to discredit its economic opponents in international commerce like the WTO, Nike, Microsoft, and Boeing, whose meetings were met with manipulated public demonstrations that received a disproportionate and distorted coverage in the radical right dominated press, like complaining about factories labor practices and failing to mention the same factories also served to make the right wing owned corporation’s shoes, or covering competitor’s labor practices and failing to mention that the right wing companies employed the same practices, too. The right wing faction gained experience in obviously phony street demonstrations for absurd nonentities like the archaic anarchists who were claimed to have held disruptive events at various universities in places like Eugene, Or, and that increased their influence over those universities and municipalities, while furthering their valuable experience for effectively managing street demonstrations against their economic opponents. Unfortunately, these public demonstration measures were combined with an organized campaign of domestic violence that was designed to erode Civil Rights and erroneously associate violence with pot smoking, in efforts designed to ultimately oppress American society; and thus, it performed its function to prepare America for economic exploitation, and it tried to act like all tyrannies and make the USA reflect the prejudices of our would be tyrants. Today’s public dissident demonstrations are a little like theatrical productions; first, the legitimate demonstrators rally, and they listen to speeches made by noteworthy individuals striving to practice democracy, these efforts are counteracted by the radical right faction who plant extremely visible individuals wearing prominently displayed anti-establishment slogans, in efforts where the visual impact of provocateurs negates the dissidents speeches; and, second, after the legitimate dissident demonstrations, the disruptive acts are catalyzed by the right wing faction, who have their right wing subordinate tyrants bring anti-social criminal types to the event, who are encouraged to commit crimes against public order and private property, which the right wing effectively realize through others, while they generally avoid arrest, except when they want to plant an individual in a targeted adversarial group. The author has been personally recruited for participation, by right wing individuals who were parked above the city dressing and applying make up for one of these demonstrations that degenerated into a race riot.
The
motive behind these ploys are as old as at least the 1830s, when historical
documents reveal that right wing agitators first tried to manipulate liberal
elements, by deliberately whipping them into a “lather”; first, to discredit
Liberty, and then, the ever dangerous freedom of thought; second, to further
their false claim, to be the only effective means to “control” society for the
power elite, third, to help shape public opinion, along lines congenial to
their private agenda; fourth, to position right wing faction (not directly
related to modern American right wing faction though their methods and reasons
are obviously still the same) as advantageously as possible, to dominate
government policy and public leaders; and fifth, to help faction pick future
leaders compatible with their interests, fortunately the reactionary factional
elements were only partially successful.
The actions of the corrupt contemporary radical right faction represent
nothing but an impertinent usurpation, its representation is like its Civil
Rights, only partial, to provide the semblance of a nation in possession of
Liberty without the reality; while, the radical right faction has increased its
great abuse of power, ‘till its current actions are the full perfection of
depravity: and, they, not the legitimate dissident elements, are a great
nuisance! The
These people value their system for the false sense of legitimacy without Reason that it provides. They must look at Democracy as grossly defective in order to necessitate their corrupt factional alternative. By creating false emergencies that seem to threaten the country’s safety, they make their opponents be perceived by the public as disruptive and vicious; and, the radical right faction strive to make government seem as an, absolute and adversarial, inferior alternative to their corrupt, exploitative, and oppressive fraudulent usurpation of government. The present state is the radical right Republican Revolution that has left us afflicted with a illegitimate, usurped, tyrannical government, witness the most recent of a never ending flood of examples of Republican Administration corruption, which indicted Scuder Libby the chief advisor to Republican “Vice” President Cheney and which fired seven prosecutors from the Justice Department, all for political reasons, by people so incompetent and arrogant as to leave e-mails to that effect available for apprehension; proving again, this author’s contention that the failed radical right faction Republican Revolution is a tyranny, and, tyranny attracts impaired labor inputs. Indeed, their principles, if paid any attention, gives cause for concern, because they violate all tenets of organized religion and human rights protected by a Constitutionally governed state; for government by faction digresses to a nadir point where electoral processes dominated by money in one fell swoop are bastardized and corrupted in blood. Their government of manipulated majorities is not representative of people, but of money, whose computerized profiles form the basis for the money interests and their packaged candidates’ to run expensive campaigns of lies that are not reflected in the ensuing terms of government. The Republican controlled Congress, with its homogenous voting record that facilitated this un-scrutinized growth of corruption, is equally bad as the Republican held Executive branch (see previous issues) involving almost every Republican Party leader and their replacements for as long as the Republicans have controlled government; and, in one scandal alone, over 30 Republican members were charged and convicted. The Republican Revolution is based on lies and deceit, which form the fraudulent reality basis of American policy; and, if one of the chief advisors is indicted for lying to the public, it shouldn’t be viewed with any surprise: its corrupt business as usual.
The
efforts to oppress the
II.
MISCELLANEOUS MATTERS
Education, Recreational Drugs, & Phony Flu
Have
I gone too far for a picture of our times?
I don’t anticipate a problem from faction whose subordinate tyrants will
try to stricture society in their usual immoral spite driven attempts at severe
persecution, which they try to rationalize with emotional appeals designed for
passion to overwhelm reason. Meanwhile,
I intend to continue to present as accurate a picture of the society and
Democracy of our day as possible; because, it is becoming unnatural due to the
radical right’s extremist measures that ultimately contradict with common sense
and reason, and, it will require amelioration utilizing reason before the
But, we must give serious
attention to recent developments in order to understand the character of today
and the consequences of these contemporary measures that are a radical
departure from the conventional wisdom of our nation’s usual prudent historical
precedents that are based on a long and venerable tradition that includes the
work of such notable creative geniuses as Aristotle, Locke, Rousseau and James,
and in this instance especially those directed towards education. We are justified in condemning the radical
right faction’s dismal record on education, when for ten years they were supposed
to have waged a deceitful campaign of escalating school violence in a misguided
effort to disenfranchise the American public from the traditional public
education system, and they tried to replace it with their own radical right
Republican system that was two tiered with 80% of our nation’s children to have
received inferior educations at public schools and 20% of the children
receiving better education at what initially were supposed to be private
schools funded by the public, but after the public consistently refused to
endorse such a bad plan, subsequently the radical right faction surreptitiously
moved to incorporate both tiers directly into the existing public schools
systems. It was during this time frame
that in Oregon the radical right lead Republicans held public education
hostage, refusing to fund $200,000,000 until the state’s energy grid was
privatized, and everyone ended up paying over 100% more for energy costs that
benefited the radical right faction oil and natural gas industry interests,
with a consequent effect of forcing more people and more children to live
bellow the official poverty level than ever before. Also, they demanded phone reform legislation,
as an additional expense to the state, extorting public education, before they
would fully fund public education that ended up costing the good citizens of
the state extra millions, too. And, when
the Democrats demanded nationally a fair, high quality education system that
would benefit the entire country, with one standard for a quality education for
all children, with accountability testing to guarantee that the public money
was wisely spent while control of schools was retained at the local level, and
with measures made to establish improvements for the education programs that
failed to meet national testing standards in order for the school districts
that failed to continue to receive public monies, was proposed and sponsored by
Oregon Democratic Senator Ron Wyden; and, in spite of radical right Republican
efforts to derail the legislation, the US public refused to not prudently back
a high quality education program for all our nation’s children, as a wise
investment for future prosperity and good citizenship. Finally, after over a decade of consistent
advocacy for the inferior two tiered education system, the radical right
Republicans stopped advocating at the national level, because it negatively
effected their political constituency with the people; and, they quietly began
implementing their fatally flawed two tiered system at the local levels of
government, through a combination of public and charter schools disguised under
other names. Now, after almost two
decades of trying to burden
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This basic subversion was further demonstrated in the Sunday paper when it ran a front page article, upper left, warning about drug use in affluent high school students. It stated the old tired litany that if your young, successful, and rich you’ll be likely to experiment with the recreational use of drugs. This article serves as an example of a predominate group, which shuns the light and functions behind the public stage, while running the complex propaganda machinery, dictates with rigorous strictness that conditions society to be oppressed, by formalizing how the free intelligence of humanity is to be chained down. The dead punitive laws replace free will and self-determination, as a guide to blinded mankind. No mention was made of the radical right faction monopoly of the international drug trade, nor did the article describe the horizontal integration by the monopoly supplier that has transformed the local distribution networks and ruthlessly placed them under their direct control, nor did the article mention the invasive spy technology that makes the possession and sale of recreational drugs impossible without being caught. The article was self-serving if there are recreational drug users out there it’s under the knowledge and full acquiescence of the radical right faction’s subordinate tyrants. The article is circular in that it states that there is this threat, and then, it uses the threat to justify the radical right faction’s subordinate tyrants’ existence. Also, it served to provide a rational for their evil ploys that includes though failed to mention extortion, coercion, and slander (see previous issues for a more extensive partial listing of crimes) that the subordinate tyrants routinely employ, as they engage in their severe persecution of citizens who are dissidents and honestly disagree, or are people that the subordinate tyrants dislike, or are merely convenient and profitable targets. The article serves to inflame passion, and it ignores just questions about the subordinate tyrants’ use of prostitution (male and female), perverts, and abuse sexual and physical of children. Other related articles have defined the parameter on an issue representing the recreational behavior pot smoking that embraced 75% of Americans a few short years ago, describing participants as being addicts and dope fiends, and erroneously associated pot smoking with the radical right’s artificially contrived acts of violence, and the use of serious drugs, which then provided the pretence to justify the oppression of citizens’ Civil Rights that serves the radical right faction as the basis for their economic exploitation that has been such an utter dismal failure and lead to tyranny and wide spread vice and corruption.
This is a perfect example of propaganda-media used as an adjunct to the abuse of power violating private citizens’ constitutional rights, which in this instance is the pursuit of Happiness. The radical right faction arbitrarily capriciously classifies groups of solid citizens as bad people and thereby simplistically self-servingly delineate society into two artificial camps, the good guys themselves, who corruptly engage in evil iniquities and sadistically torment, and, the bad guys who are their vilified victims and who are starved, severely persecuted, and sadistically tormented for merely disagreeing with the previous group and wanting to have a little fun, and behaving according to societal norms of one short decade ago, and harmoniously with how God had made them. At length society ,wearies and begins to become impoverished and bifurcates into two parts as it proceeds to start the long degenerative process that ends in a corrupt chaotic state. They are disintegrating into a state of moral bankruptcy, in which authority is nothing but the pure brutal abuse of power which is the most corrupt condition known to man, spiteful malicious, and hating they deceive everyone they can who they simultaneously fear, oppress and exploit. And, at length government becomes a tool of iniquity and so it is no longer respected and thought to be not necessary by those who think they can do without it. My subject has led me naturally to a distressful place that the alarming tendencies that our times have clearly demonstrated result from the factional sources of evil. The article would falsely suggest that there is no other way for society to develop. This antagonistic attitude toward freedom that utilizes the abuse of power in the subordination of other people’s Civil Rights, they exclusively utilize to tyrannically violate and usurp the Civil Rights of first targeted others; and then, the process of usurpation is generalized to become the common condition of human experience, while faction exclusively retains its Civil Rights and uses them, to resolve strife with blatant acts that abuses power; rather than, common sense and reason, as faction invoking capricious laws invoked by a corrupt system that’s been overwhelmed by money, it rises to predominance, supreme in its monopolistic control of information and government, which it uses to oppress and exploit society.
But, whatever the final benefit to the nation and world of the radical right faction’s utopian scheme, it can’t be denied that corruption accompanies this perceived effort to perfect the human species, by compelling it to reflect the capricious opinion of a ruling elite; and, it’s obvious, a plan that dominates everyone else’s Civil Rights runs against the kind of Democratic culture civilization has aspired towards, in the last 10,000 years of it’s history; and, it causes suffering for those who disagree, and, it afflicts the promoters with a kind of vice ridden malevolence. I admit there are problems associated with the extreme abuse of freedom, many are the result of mistaken efforts of intervention; but, Democracy requires certain temperate social characteristics functioning in equilibrium to produce a society of Happy, virtuous, and self-actuated people. And, the radical right faction Republican Revolution and its efforts to oppress society with modern invasive technology runs against the wisdom of the ages, and it attacks and violates our cultural heritage that rests on a firm and just foundation of Liberty, Equality and Property Rights. In the case the radical right faction have based, a case built from a false propaganda campaign two decades old, where humanity will be left the slaves of those who wield power, if not today, which already has an extensive record of unabated corrupt abuse of power, then tomorrow, or the day after, the point being, it’s not if it’s when, society will fall victim to this inevitable tragic fate! And, we are left with a sad situation with our national resources and labor consumed in base servile employment to industrial-military, oil industry and insurance company greed; and, they make record profits, while the country is consumed by the largest debt in the history of the world, and, the country is viewed as the world’s biggest threat to world peace. A false fate that stamps us with humiliation, and leaves our people with mutilated natures bound by bondage – all this destroying our national heritage based on Liberty; in order for future generations to experience Happiness in their leisure the way people did 50 years ago, so a group of tyrants can consecrate themselves, for others moral health, by committing evil immoral and violent iniquities. Can anything be more absurd?
Is it reasonable for us to expect, mankind to alter humanity’s basic nature that always manifests itself variably in a deterministic bell shape curve, according to the natural log rhythm? Can tyrants steal from Nature a species for any arbitrary end, without mutilating it and destroying so much of society and its Democratic institutions and government that its reduced to nothing but a degenerate state, beset by a vice and corrupt fate that seems to fly in the face of Reason? It must be false to lose a cultural heritage as old as civilization, in order to perfect humanity in any particular way; and, even the law of nature dooms the efforts that have been so badly begun, with perverted science and acts that destroy us, leaving us in a totalitarian maw.
One last note, in an era confronting a health care crises and the prospect of a plague of bird flu comparable in impact on society to the black death, the radical right faction’s subordinate tyrants have utilized the development of a new technological that can artificially induce flu like symptoms. They can make a person experience nausea, light headedness, dizziness, weakness, and head aches. And, already they have corruptly used it on sporting events, to make money wagering on the manipulated outcomes. Society losses, as sports events become theatrical productions, with prearranged scripts that predetermine the results advantageously for whoever wields the technology. Individuals lose the sense of accomplishment and self-esteem that working hard, realizing a state of excellence, and producing results based on a combination of ability, hard work, and will power justly deserves; and, in stead a person observes their accomplishments reduced to nothing, or worse an empty cheat, as society watches the spectacle of sports and champions reduced to fraud. The radical right subordinate tyrants felt that the deserving team should win, which actually meant the team that most closely reflected the caprice of their opinions! This is a new wrinkle in a previously established practice, where subliminal virtual reality technologies were used to impair athletic performance. But, this technology combined with the other makes the process much more devastatingly effective. In all that we have been discussing, we have the knowledge but science and technology seem to have outpaced our ability to wisely manage them.