Maybe a driving force behind the destruction and carnage of the Bush Cartel lies in a false notion that nations or people can earn so much money that they can live with peace and tranquility for the rest of their days. (Peace and tranquility are cultivated, not projected on spreadsheets.)
The alleged driving force behind this fallacy appears to be the notion/necessity of "Economic Growth".... which is actually nothing more than a Baby Boomer, C.I.A. sanctioned buzzword for exploitation of the natural world and indigenous communities.
Peace and Tranquility will never be found in Presidential Orders, Constitutional Amendments or Corporate Accounting.
Laws and Currency aspire towards Order and Assimilation... they are the inevitable byproduct of a top-down cultural approach to societal evolution.
Our laws and currency come from our minds into the natural world.
Jimmy Carter was the last President in my lifetime to attempt to use our laws and currency in order to protect the Natural World for us all.
Since 1980 the Bush Cartel and it's control of the C.I.A. have destroyed the legitimacy of our currency and forced our laws into subjugating us and our natural resources.
Clinton was a placeholder for Bush II, Obama is a placeholder for Jeb.
Two Gulf Wars, the occupation of Afghanistan and the militarization of Colombia... 1% of the population is incarcerated...
the Bush Cartel creates and advocates for war...
we need to realize that if we can ever stop fighting for them
they will bring their war
directly
to
home.
How many years until we are looking in the sky for enemy drones? IED's ?
Our current global politics has one clear endgame: A shitstorm of pollution, death and misery for the global majority so that a few elite Europeans and their mongrel American relatives can explore the limits of a Corporate Sponsored Heaven on Earth.
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Tonight i got some fantastic news from some people that help to make me who i am... the following blogs/websites/pages also inspire me ...
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May 4th, 2009 San Cristóbal de las Casas, Chiapas, México To members of the other campaign both national and international ...
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http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/22/health/22radio.html?_r=1&hp Radio Host Has Drug Company Ties By GARDINER HARRIS Published: November...
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http://www.soawne.org/ The same fascist U.S. Bush family led government that arrested me in 2004 for protesting the RNC has shut down the ma...
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This global economic turmoil is a result of three zeros. There is a gap between the proofs of mathematics and the realities of a global ec...
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Lakota Sioux Indians Declare Sovereign Nation Status Lak...
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
Legalize It
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
Legalize It