YOUR LEFT EYEBALL

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I, Joel Robert Miller, (for the 4th or fifth time now)call for the eating of your left eyeball. You, W... you... the lying, AWOL, alcoholic cokehead corporate whore warmonger. Your eyeball. The left one. With ketchup and Tabasco sauce. On Live Television. You are a breathing war crime, a nazi atrocity, a child's bad dream. You have cursed this Earth long enough as Leader.

You are lower than words can make you. It is time to eat you. Time to show the world that you are a pirate. A whiny little born again aryan preppie nazi pirate. Keep stalling... earn yourself a peg leg as well, dipshit.

~j.r.m.

~ write in a Navajo Grandmother for president '08. Visualize justice.

Dismantling a coup d'etat

the time is Right Now

I, Joel Robert Miller, (for the 4th or fifth time now) call for the eating of your left eyeball. You, W... you... the lying, AWOL, alcoholic cokehead corporate whore warmonger. Your eyeball. The left one. With ketchup and Tabasco sauce. On Live Television. You are a breathing war crime, a nazi atrocity, a child's bad dream. You have cursed this Earth long enough as Leader.

You are lower than words can make you. It is time to eat you. Time to show the world that you are a pirate. A whiny little born again aryan preppie nazi wanna-be cowboy pirate who wouldn't know what a leader is if you were sucking their cock. Keep stalling... earn yourself a peg leg as well, dipshit.

Your family has always been cursed and you put the curse of your demon seed on your children. Repent.


~j.r.m.

...write in a Navajo Grandmother for president '08. Visualize justice.


IF YOU VOTE ELECTRONICALLY IT WILL NOT BE COUNTED AS ANYTHING BUT A VOTE FOR MORE LIES.

Genesis 4:20

I had never wanted to be subversive. Breaking the law was never a goal. But the times they are a changing and here I am writing my notes from the underground, unsure of the legality of my words and thoughts. In 2004 I took to the streets of New York City to protest the Republican National Convention being held there. My nation was controlled by the Bush family aristocracy and we were waging a false war in Iraq and Afghanistan... people were dying daily on every side of the battles. As a direct result of the government and corporate policies of the U.S.A., the World Trade Towers had been destroyed in protest. So now the Republicans were using Manhattan as political theater to justify furthering fascism. For one week Republican supporters were being hosted by Manahachtanienk, which in the Delaware language, means, "the island where we all became intoxicated." They came in planes and limos with fashionable clothes and spotless cowboy hats. They ate in expensive restaurants and even got to auction the personal belongings of the late Johnny Cash. They were given free tickets to Broadway shows by the Disney corporation... who now owns the majority of Times Square.



I was surrounded by officers of the N.Y.P.D. and arrested for standing on the sidewalk with a sign that said "Bring Our Troops Home Now" on one side...on the other was taped a newspaper with a picture of Bush giving the middle finger and the headline, "Bush to US: Up Yours". That moment was the death of my country, for me. "We the People" had become "We the Fascists" and i looked oppression eyeball to eyeball... my eye to their thousand yard stares... and their mute refusal of my movement. I couldn't leave their security net until i was handcuffed and everything i had except the clothes i wore were put into a clear plastic bag. I was then locked in a stiflingly hot prisoner transport bus. We the people included i the citizen, born under the protection and guidance of our American Constitution. Words written on parchment 230 years ago to assert that all people residing within 50 separate States would unite through a federal government to "form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity." Two centuries later it seems that in the very act of scribing this intent and these words on parchment... the opposite has become institutional.

So now the federal government is using the N.Y.P.D. to suppress dissent in the streets while a national political organization that rules all 50 states holds a strategic convention to prepare for the next Presidential election. Every President for 230 years has believed that Jesus of Nazereth walked the earth as God 2,008 years ago. President Bush is a born-again Christian. They believe that Jesus prophecied a return from death that would bring those faithful to his rule into heaven. Bush either believes that Jesus has been born again... or he will be. Our Constitution divides the Federal Government into three sections. The President, Congress and Supreme Court are supposed to be able to control each other by a 2/3 majority. This breaks down the Union of the People into three separate methods of making decisions for We the People's Union. There is supposed to be checks, and balances.

But now there is just incarceration, fines and legal procedures. And war.




...i remember walking into Times Square with nothing on me but a scrap of paper with some poetry on it. In these days of wars and terrorists and security culture and hopeful anticipation of the return of the Messiah this was the spot on the planet he was sure to visit... or judge. One of the most heavily monitored intersections on earth. It seemed almost as though the walls themselves were made of liquid, digital light. So many messages were being transmitted here all day and night that they defined the entire area. Pedestrians were audience to the advertisements that courted them. I remember praying to Jesus Christ that He would return and fulfill so many hopes and dreams. Make the world right again. I remember a voice that filled the insides of me, but it came from above and all around, "Is It All Your Fault?" the voice asked me. "Is what my fault?" i wondered. "EVERYTHING" the voice replied. I didnt know what force was behind the voice but i found myself weeping, and it started to rain. I realized it didn't matter where the voice came from. If my blame was necessary for my prayer to be answered then so be it. Everything was my fault. My tears came from the deep sorrow that then overcame me. No shame, no regret or remorse...only a sorrow that brought me to my knees and brought sobs from deep within me. Dazed, I walked along the sidewalk until I saw a black man dressed like Conan the Barbarian who was preaching on the sidewalk. "Jesus Christ was a black man" he was saying loud and proudly. A woman walking by told him he was wrong. "Shut up white devil", the man replied to her and the small crowd, "You're probably a lesbian." Offended, I said to him, " You don't have to attack her because she doesn't agree with you."
"Step back white devil!" he replied. "You ain't nuthin but a dog" he told me. Pointing at me now he repeated, "He ain't nuthin but a dog. That is what we are all scared of. That is what controls the world. Nuthin but a dog." There was an awkward silence and it needed to be filled. I nodded at him and spread my arms wide, slowly turning and eyeing the onlookers. Unbidden, some lines by Peter Gabriel popped into my head, "and the Lamb lies down on Broadway." The album was made the year I was born. I realized then that I was no lamb, I was a dog just like he was saying. I took off my shirt and dropped my pants, naked I got down on all fours, barking and advancing on the black man. He backed up in surprise and shouted "See! Nuthin but a dog!". I stood back up and spread my arms again, nodding at the crowd that now was filming me, nodding in agreement, or just staring. Nude and at a loss what to do next, I began walking down the sidewalk. Someone came up to me and put a long sleeve t-shirt over my back. They led me to a police car on the edge of the street. The driver took one look at me and asked, "So who the hell do you think you are, buddy?"



I turned to walk away then whipped around , bending down to face him. Meeting his aggressive tone I snapped, "I'm King Arthur, motherfucker." At the time, I suppose I thought I really was. He and his partner got out of the car, slammed me down face first onto the hood and held me there until an ambulance came and I was put into a straightjacket. I was taken to Belleview Hospital where i was heavily medicated for 3 weeks and diagnosed Bipolar I, manic. I am a maniac.

"Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
Its the same old ending-time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
Theres something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway...

Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
On Broadway-
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say theres always magic in the air." ~ Peter Gabriel

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.

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.)

The left eyeball of George Herbert Walker Bush

 "There are so many of us on hunger strike now that there aren’t enough qualified medical staff members to carry out the force-feedings; nothing is happening at regular intervals. They are feeding people around the clock just to keep up." ~ Samir Naji al Hasan Moqbel http://tywkiwdbi.blogspot.com/2013/04/shame-on-america.html

Live on National television.

For PEACE !!!

I, Joel R. Miller , want to eat your fucking eyeball, you Nazi cunt

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You fucking White Devil.

Second Ode to a Golden Mosque

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[the Dude] Hola Maca... this conversation may take days... and my laptop has issues... but here goes....
[the Dude] I am a Sufferer, you see. i gladly suffer for anyone or thing that i feel deserves my love
[the Dude] Sometimes my life leads me down paths that i am forced to reject
[the Dude] when i reject them, i always rebuild my reality from the ground up
[the Dude] in doing this, i am rejected by Everything before i am welcomed back
[the Dude] this gets me fucked up, locked up, sent back to my fucking parents home, essentially celibate etc...
[the Dude] pharmacuetically regulated, etc
[the Dude] bleh
(21:58) [afrodites] hey dude
(21:58) [afrodites] i was out having a smoke ..
(21:58) [afrodites] i understand that
(21:58) [afrodites] more than you might believe
(21:59) [afrodites] if you are willing to share more with me
(21:59) [afrodites] i would be thankful
(21:59) [afrodites] what i would like to know
(21:59) [afrodites] well first
(21:59) [afrodites] i want to say that that was very well put
(21:59) [afrodites] bmy question is
(21:59) [afrodites] my*
(22:00) [afrodites] how does it fuck you up .. what is it you do in response that gets you introuble ?
(22:00) [afrodites] i'm serisou about understanding what you mean .. you basically defined how i function
[the Dude] i follow my intuition and heart
(22:00) [afrodites] then why would you need pharmecuticals ?????
[the Dude] i DONT
(22:01) [afrodites] ok, whew .. just makin sure you know that
(22:01) [afrodites] too bad you are so far away (22:01) [afrodites] i would love to sit and chat in person
[the Dude] i am staying at my parents and they want/force me to take it. so for now i do
* the Dude hugs you
(22:01) * afrodites hugs you back .. a real tight good honest hug
* the Dude wants to post this conversation on his blog
(22:02) [afrodites] will you tell me what happened this last time ? what was the "freak out" ?
[the Dude] a fucking nazi cunt male in Oaxaca, Mexico tried to attack me with a piece of wood
(22:03) [afrodites] and you fought back ?
[the Dude] name sounds like "DrahJah"
[the Dude] i dared him to do it and he relented
[the Dude] he is a cokehead fascist nazi devil
(22:04) [afrodites] so you fought back ? is that how you got arrested or sent back home ?
[the Dude] i fought back yes, but not through physical violence
(22:05) [afrodites] how ?
[the Dude] i gave that cunt every chance i could
[the Dude] i shunned him
[the Dude] every time i saw him, publicly and privately
[the Dude] I trained the guard dogs where i lived to despise him
(22:06) [afrodites] holy shit
[the Dude] i lit things on fire and prayed for his death
[the Dude] i told friends i wanted to eat his left eyeball
[the Dude] that i wanted him dead
(22:07) [afrodites] that prolly frightened people, huh ?
[the Dude] a la chingada
(22:07) [afrodites] a la chingada ?
(22:07) [afrodites] i so need to learn spanish
[the Dude] "put that in the black hole"
[the Dude] "to the black hole"
(22:07) [afrodites] instead i have been practicing poi.. tell me more!
[the Dude] whats poi (22:08) [afrodites] fire twirling! i havent played with the fire yet .. i have a ways to go .. but its chains with balls on the end that you light on fire and dance with while twirling
(22:08) [afrodites] one sec .. it is really beautiful
[the Dude] you do that on rollerskates and i will faint
(22:08) [afrodites] i feel i found something i truly enjoy to do .. i'll find a link with a video
(22:08) [afrodites] i will !!!! i want to
(22:09) [afrodites] one sec.
(22:09) [afrodites] http://www.thevenue.org/firespinning_videos.htm

i want to eat the left eye of George Herbert Walker Bush, with ketchup on it.

It's true. i want to eat it. preferably live on national television and radio. In addition, I strictly desire to do so with the voluntary consent of the man himself. I think it would do a lot for the healing of our world... hopefully sooner rather than later, W will feel the same. He can use an optical replacement of some sort if he were to so choose, but I personally would much prefer him to use a pirate patch... for that is what he is and that is the family he is seeded from. For the corporate domination of global cultures, for the pharmacological narcotizing of everyone, for the drug wars, for the white power, for a war with an unjust premise and hundreds of thousands of dead men , women and children, for the start of the end of lies... i want to eat his left eyeball. with ketchup. About a month ago i wrote that in the sand of a beach in paradise. at night, in big letters. Just before i wrote that i had written "Waves are the Wings of God" ... but i had written it in the wet sand and as waves washed the words away it struck me to leave something more lasting. i walked a little away and upslope, and carved my desire for comida in the dry sand... the sand that got wetter the further i gouged my finger in. As for the eye, I am confident that there are masters across this fine earth that are well versed in the proper extraction and preparation, and i welcome their counsel, most naturally. ~el duderino

i want to eat the left eye of George Herbert Walker Bush, with ketchup on it.

It's true. i want to eat it. preferable live on national television and radio. In addition, i strictly desire to do so with the voluntary consent of the man himself. I think it would do alot for the healing of our world, and hopefully sooner rather than later, W will feel the same. He can use an optical replacement of some sort if he were to so choose, but i personally would much prefer him to use a pirate patch, for that is what he is and that is the family he is seeded from.

So, for the corporate domination of global cultures, for the pharmacological narcotizing of everyone,

for the drug wars, for the white power, for a war with an unjust premise and hundreds of thousands of dead men , women and children, for the start of the end of lies... i want to eat his left eyeball.

with ketchup.

About a month ago i wrote that in the sand of a beach in paradise. at night, in big letters. Just before i wrote that i had writted "Waves are the Wings of God" ... but i had written it in the wet sand and as waves washed the words away it struck me to leave something more lasting. i walked a little away and upslope, and carved my desire for comida in the dry sand... the sand that got wetter the further i gouged my finger in. As for the eye, i am confident that there are masters across this
fine earth that are well versed in the proper extraction and preparation, and i welcome their counsel, most naturally.

~el duderino