1.11.21

Stop playing the game

 

Stop playing the game.

Stop playing the game.

Take a minute. Step back. Collect your thoughts.

Take a look and realize the truth of the situation:

Capitalism has stolen everything from us.

Our health.

Our loved ones.

Our happiness.

Our dignity.

Our planet.

Our simple base humanity.

Capitalism has stolen all of this from us.

And our only play left is to simply stop playing.

Stop. Playing. The. Game.

Stop playing the game and recollect your dignity. Stop playing the game and find your confidence.

Stop playing the game and find your... self. Capitalism has clouded our minds with all of this empty noise so that we can't think. Capitalism has filled our life with collective waste so that we can't see. Capitalism has evaded our relationships so that our employer trumps our loved ones. Capitalism has... Lied. Capitalism has lied and lied and lied.

Capitalism gave us these empty promises of empty consumerism. A big house. A fast car. A bloated boat. Nice clothes. Fancy dinners. Empty words of platitude to give us a dopamine boost from people who want us actually want you dead. Is that really how we measure success? Is that really how we want to define ourselves? A meaningless rat race that just gets us dead... alone? No loved ones. No meaningful relationships. Nothing of true meaning. It's all just so... so... shallow. Where is the creativity? Where is the art? Where is the innovation? Capitalism can't offer us any of that. Capitalism is ill equipped to address our modern challenges. Capitalism is unable to address our modern challenges because Capitalism has created our modern challenges. Capitalism can't solve hunger. Capitalism can't solve houselessness. Capitalism can't solve ill-health. Capitalism can't solve climate-suicide. When the only agenda is the almighty dollar, humanity is sacrificed. And when we lose our humanity, we're just a pack of rats killing one another over table crumbs. Where is the hope? Where is the vision? Where is the... future? There is none. There simply is none to be found.


Call me a socialist. Call me a communist. I don't care what label you assign to me. I am a Humanitarian. And when Humanity is the agenda, everything changes. When our drive is to better ourselves and to better our species... Well... The dollar just doesn't seem as important all of a sudden. Who cares about a big house or a big boat when you see people rise from nothing to find meaning? Who cares about an inflated bank account when you see a hungry child finally fed? Who cares about a high title job when you see a family no longer working themselves to the bone to keep a roof over their head and food on the table? When you see that family finally have time for game night? When you see that family finally have time for conversation? When you see that family bond and grow and become a supportive structure? None of what Capitalism matters. It doesn't matter because it's empty. It's shallow. It offers nothing to the human experience. Universal healthcare matters. Universal education matters. Universal income matters. Universal housing matters. These universal concepts matter because they offer everything to the human experience. These concepts offer everything because they offer the one thing Capitalism steals: Time. Universal healthcare means more time on this planet to spend with loved ones. Universal education means being able to communicate and empathize with loved ones. Universal income means being able to enjoy experience with loved ones. Universal housing means being sheltered with loved ones. On the cold nights. On the wet nights. When outside is not so inviting, universal housing means being warm and protected with the ones we love. These concepts matter. These tenets matter. These values matter. The time to set aside Capitalism is now. The time to embrace change is now. The time to embrace hope is now. The time to envision a future is now. Because if we don't know, we won't have another opportunity. So, again, I say... I plead... I beg... Stop. Playing. The. Game. #MOSen #Deets2022 #WeThePeople #MBASocialist

24.10.21

The MAGA /DJT post makes me feel..

 Dirty really. It IS so disrespectful of a potus, ANY potus, past or present.  That’s so un American to say or put out there. So is the trash talking chanting of Fuck Joe Biden . What is the matter with us America?  We are ugly talking and mean spirited towards an office we should have some respect for .. we don’t have to like the man that holds that office but the utter low class disrespectful behavior of us the citizens Is uncalled for.  We elected this guy and the ones before him as well  but holy crap we are becoming ugly Americans with our public displays of stupidity and hate. Do we hate ourselves that bad but are unable to say the real truth? Something is truly wrong in our world .  

I just feel dirty

If MAGA can chant FJB and be disrespectful to a sitting potus

 FDT

Song by YG
Lyrics
Just when I thought it wouldn't get no sicker
Woke up one morning and heard this weird ass motherfucker
Talkin' out the side of his neck
Me and all my peoples, we always thought he was straight
Influential motherfucker when it came to the business
But now, since we know how you really feel
This how we feel
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump, yeah
I like white folks, but I don't like you
All the niggas in the hood wanna fight you
Surprised El Chapo ain't tried to snipe you
Surprised the Nation of Islam ain't tried to find you
Have a rally out in L.A., we gon fuck it up
Home of the Rodney King riot, we don't give a fuck
Black students, ejected from your rally, what?
I'm ready to go right now, your racist ass did too much
I'm 'bout to turn Black Panther
Don't let Donald Trump win, that nigga cancer
He too rich, he ain't got the answers
He can't make decisions for this country, he gon' crash us
No, we can't be a slave for him
He got me appreciating Obama way more
Hey Donald, and everyone that follows
You gave us your reason to be President, but we hate yours
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump (I don't like your ass, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump (I really don't like you, nigga)
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump, yeah
Nigga am I trippin'? Let me know
I thought all that Donald Trump bullshit was a joke
Know what they say when rich niggas go broke
Look, Reagan sold coke, Obama sold hope
Donald Trump spent his trust fund money on the vote
I'm from a place where you prolly can't go
Speaking for some people that you prolly ain't know
It's pressure built up and it's prolly gon' blow
And if we say go then they're prolly gon' go
You vote Trump then you're prolly on dope
And if you like me then you prolly ain't know
And if you been to jail you can prolly still vote
We let this nigga win, we gon' prolly feel broke
You build walls, we gon' prolly dig holes
And if your ass do win, you gon' prolly get smoked, nigga
Fuck Donald Trump (Fuck you)
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump, yeah
We the youth
We the people of this country
We got a voice too
We will be seen
And we will be heard
Hold up, I fuck with Mexicans, got a plug with Mexicans
When the low low need a switch, who I call? A Mexican
This Comedy Central ass nigga couldn't be the President
Hold up, Nip, tell the world how you fuck with Mexicans
It wouldn't be the USA without Mexicans
And if it's time to team up, shit, let's begin
Black love, brown pride in the sets again
White people feel the same as my next to kin
If we let this nigga win, God bless the kids
God bless the kids, this nigga wicked and wigged
When me and Nip link, that's Bloods and Crips
When your L.A. rally? We gon' crash your shit
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump, yeah

16.9.21

Damn the bounty hunters of the religious right for Taliban styled hate crimes against women in Texas

 The Supreme Court sequestered in its shadow docket after midnight has on Sept 1 in Whole Women’s Health v. Austin Reeve Jackson made several things clear.  First, the court has zero credibility. They no longer decide legal cases based on the Constitution, the law, precedent, science or facts. They decide solely on politics. 

Based on politics, not science or public health, they decided that people who oppose vaccines and masks have “my body, my right” to continue to harm others, exhaust medical resources, and prolong economic damage for religious reasons. But women whose decision does not impact public health or exhaust medical resources or prolong economic harm do not have a right to make their own medical decisions about their own bodies. For women, it’s “my body, somebody else’s right.”   

The Texas law the court upheld authorizes complete strangers, abusive husbands, rapist fathers, religious extremists, and mentally ill people – fully armed – to attack women’s private, personal, health-care decisions. They can sue and be rewarded with $10,000. We have had bounty hunters before. We had the Fugitive Slave Law where bounty hunters chased Blacks to return them to slavery. We had the KKK that were set lose by the government to enforce Jim Crow Laws and beat, burn, and murder formerly enslaved people or those who tried to help them. For centuries we said husbands were not state actors so they could freely beat and rape their wives. None of these actions turned out well for democracy or freedom or equality or decency or human rights. Yet this is the hell the Texas legislature wants to return to and the Supreme Court condones. 

While some of these same people bemoan the fate of the Afghani women and blame the Democrats (Republican President Bush started the war), they themselves seek to impose a regime on women as drastic as the Taliban. They want to let strangers spy on women’s every movement, report on where and when they are going for medical care, monitor medical staff, harass and sue counselors and friends. They have already set up a website to report women’s suspicious behavior – like Stalin in the Soviet Union.  The Morality Police in Iran arrested women for wearing headscarves too short and the “morals police” under the Taliban in Afghanistan beat women for wearing the wrong shoes – the only thing that could be seen under the head-to-toe black covering. Today armed men are roaming around Texas policing women’s behavior.  When does the airlift start to get the women to safety? 

Some in Arizona have already praised this ruling and said we should do it here in 2022. Those claiming to be “pro-life” are not – or they would get a shot and wear a mask, oppose the death penalty, leave water in the desert, pay for maternal health care etc. They do none of that.  They only seek to impose their religion on the rest of us. We won’t let them. 

17.8.21

Why are you yelling at me about my liberal friends?

 Really, WHY?  I have shut down and no longer talk to anyone other than YOU, or the  kids NO ONE else.  Not for the past 6 fuckn months. I do not talk to ANYONE but you guys . I hate listening to listen to the jackassery of right wing ONN or other Qannon dipshits. Why are you yelling at me for having a mind ?. I don’t accept the nutter butter far right wing beliefs like you do.  Those chicken hawks who never fought or served in the military like  loser Tucker Carlson or  Sean Hannity or the rest of that group.  Show me one of those Jack asss who served in the military or did something of fucking value for this country .  I can’t respect trash talking newscasters/ right wing bloggersor yellow rag fearmongers we have stirring up the people.  

No I am not thrilled with Kamala Harris,  or even Biden all the time but  you wanna rage at me, someone who sees history and understand that the game is to play until the next fall guy is elected. 

I keep my POV to myself  until you goad me into being a racist bitch  or agree with you  just to shut your yelling down  .. I do not care if the border is open, you seem to forget that closed border works two ways .. them out and us in..   

You wanna hear racism? Deport the Somalis. ALL of them, they don’t want to assimilate into being Americans they want sharia law , they want us to bend to them. Fuck that shit DEPORT everyone of them . Children included because they are a fifth column of hate,   Start shooting all the M13  gangs. No court just fast and quick street justice for their crimes against people . Refuse ALL ME folks.. set up a special land just for them like the world did for  The Jews. We should let them support themselves.. they want. sharia law let them. In fact let’s put a wall around Afghanistan and send the ragheads there to live like they want.we did it for the Jews because we as a nation DID NOT want them here so Israel was created to ease our collective conscious .  Turn away if you can’t watch them eat each other.  Everyone who ain’t gonna work and make Americans better needs to go  because honestly 95% of the people who come here and get citizenship want a better life. The media feeds off of strife so they with the help of the rich and powerful keep us stirred up and at each other’s throats. 

 Including us, a mother and daughter who should not be yelling at each other about shit we can’t control. 

I am not gonna agree that Biden is a senile old man because of his actions in pulling out of a shit country on the TIMELINE Trump set up. YES the timeline TRUMP negotiated and signed for. You should let the next 4 years play out and see if it gets better or if your lunatic fear monger newscaster were right about anything. Remember they get paid for readership  not for being honest or truthful

The 25th amendment will not be invoked against Biden any more than it was invoked against Trump simply because the Vice President was more dangours than some old fool who might actually have more brains than political pundits give him.   No liberal wants Harris as POTUS, just like no  Conservatives wanted Pence. We are/ were smart enough to not trust them two.  

Honestly we are not as free as we think we are . We are highly manipulated and herded into  what makes profit for the powerful. We the everyday folks get scraps yet we think we are free ?  Trust me that’s a lie..it’s been a lie since the very beginning.  

All that said  please don’t talk to me like I am stupid.  I chose to stop talking to other folks because of the ongoing bullshit of Political STUPID shit, and how it divided this house,  but it doesn’t mean  you need me to agree with you.  Yeah I miss talking to others but guess what,  peace in this house is more important than friends. 

Trump got his 4 years, Biden will get his and without a doubt will be a one term potus just like Trump.   Harris won’t run against Biden because she is a sitting VP .. ( pray Biden doesnt die in office!)  neither side has a good choice to offer as leader so we will get either another idiot or a lunatic  in the next go around.  And that’s kinda sad if you think about it .  This is the political cycle of  baffle em with bullshit because if they told us the truth we would drag them out and hang everyone of them bastards.

Meantime. Please don’t yell at me for shit  like politics.  Or religious beliefs . They are based on self serving lies that powerful men / clerics want  folks to believe. If anything believe that the die has been cast and  what happens will happen,   you have no say so in the outcome.  We ARE the pawns of the rich and powerful.  Keeping us divided and off balance is key to their survival not ours. 

Afghanistan is on its own, as THEY wanted.

 


American troops cannot and should not be fighting in a war and dying in a war that Afghan forces are not willing to fight for themselves. We spent over a trillion dollars...We gave them every chance to determine their own future. What we could not provide them was the will to fight for that future.”- Joe Biden

And so it is. What they do now is on them. 

26.6.21

The silencing of Truth

 Because of fear and maybe shame. I dunno  either way  we should listen to a teacher who has the memory of history as she lived it and saw it 

Have a read

https://www.newsbreakapp.com/n/0aff9ih3?pd=08VxvVp8&lang=en_US&s=i0

13.6.21

If exercising my rights freaks people out, that’s not really my problem.” This is absolutely the quote of the day.

 Face it, cops and the political clowns ARE afraid of us the citizens. Not gonna lie I think guns are a problem in America but we do have laws on the books right now that should be enough to control and oversee the use and acquire of them. They aren’t followed tho. Now whose fault is that? Blame the idiot political clowns. They are to stupid to read up on EXISTING laws and as always they want to put THEIR stamp on things.  Add the control freaks and the fundies and they are all for making us mind them and some dead guy on a stick  by putting words in the dead guys mouth. It’s not in the Bible and it’s not in the  code of life. It’s in their heads,  they want to control and be kings over all.  Shame on them .

23.4.21

Better days it seems

 I am NOT whining ,  I finally admitted to myself that yeah, I can’t live alone anymore.  Most days at my kids is better than the dull nursing homes. Hell yes  I miss Eric being around but  I don’t miss his crazy and after that gun  incedent he has scared me  to point I KNOW he is a unsafe person . I had to let that go and accept  that letting go and letting him figure out life was the smartest course of action.   


Being off of social media has made a difference in my outlook and hers..  doesn’t mean I am not reading it means that. Only I influence my thoughts..  which is good. I don’t miss FB  really. Political shit ruined so many minds. Mine included.  

30.3.21

Wtf political shit that pisss me the hell off

 Ok this Texas rep Jackson-Lee is a idiot. She made a big deal bill about FGM for the USA and our so called trading partners.  I fucking could care less if some backwards nation wants to fuck up a womans sex drive with cutting out her clit. Dead meat in the bed must make them men there happy.  Anyways who cares! it it was done in the  USA I would be ok with the screaming from this  Senator but NOOOOO its about our trading parenters abuse of their women.. If the women there in a third world nation are ok with this shit let them alone. trying to control oil deals over abuse of women is NOT our business..  sexless women is not my problem.. we shouldnt even deal with backwards dirty nations if its such a big deal to our self righious need of control .. 

is it cruel? yeah but  the women believe its needed so let them keep clit cutting.. the USA needs to mind our own business and stay out of the crap

18.3.21

Ever feel or relieze that your totally along that you have no real life friends?

I’m whining

 I put my own self in this mess so to be honest I shouldn’t  be feeling sorry for me  like I am doing but shit some days it’s just hard to not fight back and scream at my kid.  I’m a coward  truth be told. I don’t wanna  be homeless. At my age I will end up in a nursing home. And that idea scares the fucking hell out of me. So, she gets to over talk me and make me feel stupid because  she doesn’t want me to infect her  daughter with stupid liberal ideas.. I fucking wasn’t doing that! I was looking at some old magazines and talking about  what it was like back in the 1960s and 70s.  She jumped into the convo and started tell the kid that I didn’t need to give kid ideas that women were being denied  rights or how we are second class citizens  and yanno all the lies that Republican woman say..  all because I told my kid a truth about having to have my husband or dad  co sign a bank account  back in the late 60s.  Women had to have permission to do stuff like that. Somehow that spilled over to trans rights or abortion or any of that shit I WAS NOT talking about. WTF!   I just felt ... defeated I guess.. a fun morning spent  with  the 14 yr old talking about old memories and houses and  yanno babbling. I just felt small.. and stupid.  And of course soon as I went silent I got accused of pouting   And oh look I might cry.  Fuck yeah I wanted to!   And then she wonders why I stay in my room. Pretty obvious, I got nothing to say that is interesting. 

 Because I’m stupid  libtard . That hurts.  

9.10.07

Five (5) lessons to make you think about the way we treat people

. 1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello." I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an elderly African-American woman was standing on the side of an Alabamahighway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s.. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance a! nd pu t her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away.. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how muc h is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream,! paid th e cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.

4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the s ide of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery app! eared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, see ing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away". Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
_________________
1.-Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
2.-We get too soon old und too late smart
3.-You've got to stand for something, or you'll fall for anything!

And so ends the daily lesson of life .. I thought it was worth the stealing .. oh yeh I snagged it from a friend she has some pretty good stuff to share and I thought it was worth the saveing .. hope you do to .

5.10.07

Old Truths..


Couldn't help myself.. today was just one of those days when I either was a old bat or just mean ..

30.7.07

A beautiful story

MY SON
This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!
The ending will surprise you.
Take my Son
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice angrily.. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
"We have $10, who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"

"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!"
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

(Author Unknown)
Please send this to people.
Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe "one" of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make."

28.7.07

Witch at the Stake

The Burning Times
~*******~
It is always the morning of my execution........I know they will come for me today.
Last night the jailor, pulling up his trousers,
Sneered, "Perhaps you'll fancy the pole They give you in the morning more than mine, Stubborn Bitch." I think He liked it better when I had strength And spirit enough to fight him. He is too stupid to lie just to torment me. I will welcome death, though the dying scares me... I was a healer -- how long ago? Oh, Gods, I cannot think straight anymore!
And I know That their gross insults tomy body will never mend. And the pain is constant, and they have sworn me That I will go to the fire conscious and aware. My Goddess, I am sick to my very soul with shame; At the last I gave them screaming what they wanted, Mouthed any obscenity they asked, I told them What they told me to say. My sanity remains Only because Your names go with me to the pyre, And the grave beyond, and only there.
Oh, Beloved, if I could only see you One last time, that your clean spirit's fire Could rid me of this filth and fear... The crowd gathers now. I hear them outside, laughing, festive - Gods grant I will be entertaining enough - I wonder if these pious souls who in the past Have asked my help will mourn me?
Well, I shall be glad to quit this stinking cell - The rats grow bolder as I decline - Oh, Mother, give me strength! I hear the guards outside. "What," I taunt, "three of you All for one small half-starved wench? Indeed, terrible I must be!" They have the grace to look ashamed, The youngest one grows pale and horrified At the sight of me; I delivered his wife Of a fine strong son not many weeks ago, But now I dare not ask how the child fares.
"Nay, you must carry me or drag me, My fine bravos - these ruined feet will never Bear my weight again. I fear I danced too long With your good priest and his fine Spanish boots."
They haul me to my feet and the pain - I will not scream again for their amusement! I must go naked, then, to my death before these fools? I would not have them see me so, who danced Naked for the Goddess, graceful and free, On winged feet without a trace of shame.
Their avaricious eyes defile me, as their Twisted priests defiled my body's temple... There are many strangers here in the square, Churchmen and villagers from all the country round - I am to be a marvelous, far-felt lesson, I see. They bind me to their stake, too tight, more agony - The splintering pole claws my raw back, My shoulders wrenched and cramping, the rough rope Burning my wrists. My legs will not support me, And I sag in my bonds, and I fill with terror, As a pitcher with muddy water.
A priest approaches - Oh, Goddess, must I suffer them even now? The crowd protests the cup in his hands. He exhorts them gently: his sect bears mercy towards all, Malice towards none, and might not even such as I Be saved at the bitter end?
I don't know this one. I fight to raise my head, To spit in his face, for one last shred of defiance - Mother of All, no! Not you - here! How have you come, Beloved, To trade your green robes for their black, Your antlered crown for their cross? Surely I dream, I dream...
But now I smell your clean scent, And your dear presence cloaks me in peace. Rage fires in your eyes, but your pure love Sustains me, strengthens me and warms me. You brush the hair back from my face - The cup you hold gently to my bruised lips I gave you At our handfasting - softly you whisper, "Drink deep of salvation, my dear love," And your voice, harsh with unshed tears, Rips at my soul and my own tears begin, and fully Do I drink of your deep eyes and the chalice, And the taste of the flying herbs burst upon my tongue, Belladonna, aconite, dark sweet dreams...
They are coming now with the fire. Almost you linger too long, haunted eyes on mine, But as sleep steals over me I see you melt Safely into the throng.
I am drifting now; I hear my mother singing, far away - Strange, she has been dead these many years - The pain is gone. I am a little girl again - I am safe, My mother is calling me and I run gladly into her arms...
But in the room I have left behind, someone has been careless With the supper, Mother, they must turn the spit faster, For I can smell the roasting meat burning, And the dinner guests are shouting... I wake in a cold sweat, and cannot drink From the glass you bring me.
Oh, sisters, hear: Our daughters must not dream these dreams! We must defend ourselves, stand with our brothers, And make the arsonists let us be.
Oh, sisters, hear: Never again, Never again the burning.
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the sin of Gluttony

NEVER HEARD CREATION EXPLAINED THIS WAY BEFORE!!!

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.
Then using God's great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, "You want chocolate with that?" And Man said, "Yes!" and Woman said, "and as long as you're at it, add some sprinkles."
And they gained 10 pounds.
And Satan smiled.
And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair.
And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat, and sugar from the cane and combined them.
And Woman went from size 6 to size 14.
So God said, "Try my fresh green salad."
And Satan presented Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the side.
And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.
God then said, "I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them."
And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter.
And Man gained more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof. God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it "Angel Food Cake," and said, "It is good."
Satan then created chocolate cake and named it "Devil's Food."
God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose those extra pounds.
And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels.
And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.
Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition.
And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fried them.
And Man gained pounds.
God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite.
And Satan created McDonald's and its 99-cent double cheeseburger. Then said, "You want fries with that?"
And Man replied, "Yes! And super size them!"
And Satan said, "It is good."
And Man went into cardiac arrest.
God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.
Then Satan created HMOs.
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Guess you know I am on a diet .. and not happy with my choices ..
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If you don't send this to five old friends right away there will be five fewer people laughing in the world.

30.6.07

Priceless...

A good friend posted this at a board I visit and omg it was to funny to let get past me so have to share this with you so the laughter keeps rolling..

Subject: LIZARD BIRTHING If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD! Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet. Here's what happened: Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious Dad, can you help?" I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!" "Oh my! Gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies." "What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!" I was equally outraged "Hey, how can that be? I t thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my wife. "Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" She inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!) "No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together). "Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed. "Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me. (again with the sarcasm... you think?) By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience", I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth" "Oh, gross!" they shrieked. "Well, isn't T HAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know. I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don't you?) We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. "We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted. "It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" my son urged. "Okay, okay." Squeamishly , I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results. "Should I call 911," my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?) "Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged. "I don 't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing,but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.) The Vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically. "Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. And Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside. "Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked. "Oh, perfectly," the Vet assured us.. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen ... Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um....um...masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife. We were silent, absorbing this. "So Ernie's jus t...just... Excited." my wife offered. "Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly. "What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face, laughing..."It's just...that...I'm picturing you pulling on its... its...teeny little..." she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more. "That's enough," I warned. We thanked the Vet and hurriedly bundled he lizards and our son back into the car. "I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me. "Oh, you have NO idea,". Closed mouth, my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter. 2 - Lizards - $140... 1 - Cage - $50... Trip to the Vet - $30... Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie.....Priceless Moral of the story - finish biology class - lizards lay eggs!
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my sides hurt I laughed so hard.. thanks O&W for shareing ..

22.6.07

I guess.....

I need to learn how to talk better .. dunno its stupid how trying to give an honest complement could give me the case of funk I find my self in .. I was trying to say I liked her for her outlook and the fact she was nice to know but she said I was talking "down " to her like she was stupid .. That wasn't my intent but she took it that way... and it firkin bothered me that I couldn't even do one thing right with these people .. is there a special way to give a complement to some one? The lady is funny interesting and has lots of qualities I admire in a person and she said I was talking down to her .. that's really stupid .. now that I think about it I should realize that women don't do complements well they are afraid to accept them.. I wasn't trying to pander to this woman I was trying to say thanks for being yourself but my bad she took the wrong way.. yeh I got put in my place .. guess my shit don't stink good enough yanno .. .. just sad really that this happens but as I sit here thinking and blogging I realize we do lose people skills when we "live" on the Internet .. is it because we don't have the body language to take our cues from or the eyes to watch as we talk? I dunno, how much do others read folks like that for cues in how they react to us & I do miss that bit of extra in my daily interchanges on line .. I loved the fact that with a vid camera I could have that ..but seems most folks are afraid to use them..why ? We used to sit down and enjoy having coffee or such in each others homes .. how is this camera thing any different? Is it the distances or the fact we really don't know each other? making friends takes effort it usually starts with a complement and a laugh .. only I guess I need to learn how to do that better yanno? I don't know; really I am just bummed is all.
Anyone want to teach me the art of talking better to others ?

29.5.07

The Stranger at our house

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.) Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but The stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long-time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave. More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. His name?
We just call him "TV."
He has a younger sister now. We call her "Computer."

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It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.

13.5.07

Mothers Day walk down Memory Lane

BEING A MOM
Before I was a Mom
I never tripped over toys orforgot words to a lullaby.I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom -I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom

I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom -I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom -I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
Before I was a Mom.
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Happy Mothers Day everyone!!

Happy Mother's Day







2.5.07

The Burning Times Lyrics

I've had this song this pagan anthem of protest song in my files for a long time Its a beautiful piece written by a very talented man .. I first heard this in the um late 90s at a AOL place called the pagan tea house .. my friend Peter Conover was the singer and the words became majik to my ears .. This is a very powerful song you can use a tambor to keep time or a drum play with it sing it speak it let the words wash over you and take pleasure in the sounds of this song .. and remember ......

The Burning Times
By: Charlie Murphy

In the cool of evening, they used to gather'Neath stars in the meadows,
circled near an old oak tree
At the times appointed, by the seasons of the Earth,
And the phases of the moon
In the center often stood a woman
Equal with the others but respected for her work
One of the many we call the witches
The healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the Earth
And the people grew through the knowledge she gave them:
Herbs to heal their bodies, spells to make their spirits whole
Hear them chanting, healing incantations
Calling forth the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song.
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
There were those who came to power, through domination
And they bound it in the worship, of a dead man on a cross
They sought control, of the common people
By demanding allegiance, to the church of Rome
And the Pope declared the Inquisition
It was a war against the witches, whose power they had feared.
In this holocaust against the nature people
Nine million European women died.
And the tale is told of those who, by the hundred
Holding together, chose their death in the Sea
While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess
A refusal of betrayal, people were dying to be free.
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Now the Earth is a witch, and the men still burn Her.
Stripping Her down with mining and the poisons of their wars.
But to us the Earth is a healer, a teacher, our mother
She weaves the web of life, that keeps us all alive
She gives us the visions to see through the chaos
She gives us our courage. It is our will to survive!
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna