29 Nov 2012

Whoop he coughs

 So, I just read on Aryanna OnLine (HuffPost) that the spook terrorist got sick on Thanksgiving.

No shit huh.

I will bet ya a losing half billion dollar lotto ticket and a class action lawsuit for protesting the Republican National Convention in N.Y.C. 2004 that my comment gets "moderated" and never published.

That is one of the ways his Bush Cartel still wins.

"This treasonous warmonger allowed his sons to steal Democracy.
This privileged krakker lies and kills for financial and social power.
This covert manipulator instigated the attacks of 9-11.
His father dealt with Nazi's and his sons destroyed our Republic.
I want to eat his left eyeball live on National television, or see his public confession of guilt."

(This video is relevant because G.H.W. Bush has two sons and they both actively enhance his control of our world.)

3 Nov 2012

Rush Limbaugh's Freedom Lovers Crave More Bush Cartel

Censored News fundraiser for AIM West live coverage!

"We have a wampum belt that has been used over and over again to symbolize a very simple concept. The Two Row Wampum, known as the Kaswentha or Tekeni Tiohate, is as simple in its meaning as it is in its design. Two rows of purple wampum each two beads wide separated and bordered by rows of white wampum, three beads wide; creating the image of two purple paths on a white background. One of those paths is ours, the Haudenosaunee. The other is for all those with whom we entered into a covenant of mutual respect. That first vow was with Creation. We acknowledged that all of creation had a path and that our path must respect the paths that Creation provided. We extended that "treaty" to other Ohnkwe Ohnwe, understanding that some of these relatives had paths distinct from ours and that overcoming man's tendency to war and violence required a symbol of mutual respect. When it came to the white man, this concept needed a new metaphor. Acknowledging paths across our "mother" couldn't work for a landless people. So when the Kaswentha was offered to them, the two rows were described as two vessels upon the river of life; the ship and the canoe. This new party and their relatives that followed had no common history and little common philosophy of all of the Creation as we knew it. So much was spelled out about how neither vessel would attempt to steer or dominate the other. The voyage of each would be respected and unencumbered by the other. Neither people would attempt to ride with a foot in each vessel although each would offer friendship and assistance as the waters got rough. Simple and beautiful when bound by trust and respect. Simple and naive when offered to deceivers.
This concept absolutely cannot justify the Act of 1924 (or any of their acts of pretend legislation) or our people voting in their elections. The myth that our vote matters cannot justify taking a willing step toward assimilation either. Let me address this bullshit." ~ Mohawk John Kane http://www.letstalknativepride.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-dont-vote-two-row-is-only-one-reason.html

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.

Hits of the Month

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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