26 Apr 2007


There is and are no just wars.

There is just war.

Here and then,

now and there

and tomorrow

until when


Libertarians are master verbal scientists, capable of proving theories so arcane and hypothetical that they can only be created in laboratories. The Nazis used mechanization and thought suppression to maintain white power, Libertarians use mass media and pretzel logic.

Mormons are the 4th Reich.

God walks earth as man , woman and child... everywhere. Our kids speak pure and true and see the real and hear the magic...
and our confusion and mistakes scare them all forever.

The C.I.A. and K.G.B. and many other initials oppress most citizens of the world and control every government of every geographical nation on earth.

In the brave new world of 1984, the U.S.A. had an actor as president who was shot like in Taxi Driver for the same girl who was not acting this time. The same semitic nomads that make movies watch nations unfold the same drama on cheaper film. The only filter currently restricting the entire world from live, digital Realtime Truth that reinforces sustainable Peace is money. Theater helps dictate where our values lie. Money ensures which actors we will see and hear.

This is how corrupt and lost white power is. If the Bush daughters walked into Times Square... Right Now... smoked a spliff... danced to some music until they got sweaty... then stripped naked, then massaged each other... then kissed... then scissored until mutual orgasm... while their daddy cried and their mommy prayed...

Maybe after the media firestorm

we could let the honest folk talk about things that matter.

We could begin to let the Earth heal.

We could smile, sing, dance and pray

for peace.

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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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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