6 Dec 2017

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog while the two-faced politician tripped over the legal defense.

"Sir:
      The seat you fill places you in a relation of credit and nearness to every citizen. By right and natural position, every citizen is your friend. Before any acts contrary to his own judgment or interest have repelled the affections of any man, each may look with trust and living anticipation to your government. Each has the highest right to call your attention to such subjects as are of a public nature, and properly belong to the chief magistrate; and the good magistrate will feel a joy in meeting such confidence. In this belief and at the instance of a few of my friends and neighbors, I crave of your patience a short hearing for their sentiments and my own: and the circumstances that my name will be utterly unknown to you will only give the fairer chance to your equitable construction of what I have to say...
...The newspapers now inform us that, in December, 1835, a treaty contracting for the exchange of all the Cherokee territory was pretended to be made by an agent on the part of the United States with some persons appearing on the part of the Cherokees; that the fact afterwards transpired that these deputies did by no means represent the will of the nation; and that, out of eighteen thousand souls composing the nation, fifteen thousand six hundred and sixty-eight have protested against the so-called treaty. It now appears that the government of the United States choose to hold the Cherokees to this sham treaty, and are proceeding to execute the same. Almost the entire Cherokee Nation stand up and say, “This is not our act. Behold us. Here are we. Do not mistake that handful of deserters for us;” and the American President and the Cabinet, the Senate and the House of Representatives, neither hear these men nor see them... "
Ralph Waldo Emerson to President Martin Van Buren 1836 http://www.cherokee.org/About-The-Nation/History/Trail-of-Tears/Ralph-Waldo-Emersons-Letter

1 Dec 2017

Read Wight & Blew

Two hundred and forty-two years ago, a bunch of white male conquering descendants of Europe asserted inalienable and inherent RIGHTS that simplistically "included" 

Life
Liberty
Pursuit of Happiness

then a bunch of people were killed and thousands of cultures were lied to and destroyed from Alaska to Chile. 

The C.I.A. took our White House in 1980. Publicly since 1988. Now it is taking the State Department.





"The Poet sees himself in his own mind
in grim parody
standing legs spread,
feet firmly planted,
bent at the waist,
hands palm down against the floor
buck naked.

Both anally and orally mindfucked
by those who want to own me.
You know the live for me's
the die for me's
You know the you wills, the thou shalts
Power Politics
Mass Education
Organized Religion
and Societal Imposition.

The Poet in self defense girds his loins
in the steel chastity belt
of cynicism.
Guard your orify with great care
lest some insidious bastard slips in there
and fucks you
yet again."

Tony

30 Jan 2017

Right as Rain


20 Jan 2017

Dear Messrs. President

You both have an impossible task as long as the Bush family patriarch holds his secrets from us all.

Mr. Obama,

     I have more love and respect for you than any other President or lawyer in my life. You only broke my heart on a few key points...
Restoration of indigenous rights.
Ending covert assassinations as policy.
Ending the Bush wars.
Freeing many more prisoners.

But thank you for your dignified service.

Mr. Trump,

     When you accept the fact that you cannot fulfill your promises to your world class standards, remember that the eyeball at the top of the pyramid remains the former head of the C.I.A., George Herbert Walker Bush. Please also remember that there also remains the only peaceful President in my lifetime, Jimmy Carter. The pre-coup U.S.A. is still alive and kicking... it is the only ally you will ever need.

Thanks for making America great again, gentlemen. Goodluck and Godspeed.

http://yournewswire.com/george-h-w-bush-ushers-in-the-new-world-order-in-1990-video/

17 Jan 2017

Justice and Mercy for Leonard Peltier Now; Please Mr. Obama

Almost my entire 43 year old lifetime ago... a brave indigenous man went to help stop the racist genocide of his relatives. The F.B.I. went there to support the genocide. Despite improper court action there remains no proof Leonard Peltier killed anyone.

Even if he murdered in self defense, over 40 years of prison is torture- not correction.

"Since his father has been imprisoned for the past 41 years, Wahacanka never saw or was able to visit his father outside of a prison." http://nativenewsonline.net/currents/leonard-peltiers-son-wahacanka-walks-dc-peltier-prayer-vigil/

He just lost his son as well.

 Please Mr. Obama,

Presidential Pardon Now.

Then Mumia Abu Jamal.

Then release the G.H.W. Bush files, while he can still confess.

I will paint your new home for free.

For life.








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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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