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Election Day

Do we set our hopes
our dreams,
upon the shoulders
of  people who
have never known
our pain, our loss
our struggles.

Or do we hope that
those who have
felt our pain
our loss, and our struggles
will remember them
and work for us?

Will the future
show our naivety
or our integrity?
Look at the youth
It is their tomorrow.
Let us not forget
what we have learned.


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[005] Anti-Patriot’s Creed

I’ve adapted this speech from a  play (The Nameless) I wrote for a Creative Writing course last year following a modified version of the ‘concise writing’ challenge from a while back. Each group of words is exactly half the preceeding group.

 

We stand now against our own idolatrous brothers, armed for a conflict we can never comprehend. What is war but the exercise of claimed ‘superior ideals’? Are there truly adversaries of flesh? Is the enemy the man who, like I do now before you, laments the wrongdoings of an ancient regime, crafting words like swords to smite a resistance we have not known before? I may now preach what I condemn, but I implore you to heed my pleas as though they are your own voices. We stand now on the verge of a war deep enough to disassemble the integrity of free will. Presently shall I suffer and die alone in this street, yet if no group emotion commemorates me, I will not have perished in vain.

The great and thoughtless enemies of the platformed are the causeless rebels and the didactic multitudes – not any uncompromising physical injustice. Order borne from chaos: thus is the power of practical reason! No nationalism or love of a greater being is fair to control your fate, my fellows. Do not rely on history to condemn you to this common fault of our naïve society. Revolution is that one beautiful aspect of nature that only the human species possesses. We may be animal in our desires, but it is our combined ability to think, to defect and to retaliate that gives us the righteous strength to change the world. Indeed, the power belongs only to the enlightened to let the world abandon promises, only to take up sincere actions.

People, divided by colors and blindfolded by banners – with hatred towards pacifists and supposedly nobler cause, are the true enemies, the opponents of reason. They wear no uniform, but patchworks of hypocrisy! As a free man, you must carry whichever ensign you create higher than anything else, higher than the desires of others, so it may not distort your vision, or the visions of others. This is not the creed of a new patriot or of the reformed patriot, but the opposite – an anti-patriot! I am no commander of fate. I merely relinquish the curtains of the worldly stage; I do not force the interpretations. I am no hero – I fight for neither good nor bad, but for will. I may be remembered and disremembered, but will have been. (384)

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We stand now against our own idolatrous brothers, armed for a conflict we can never comprehend. What is war but the exercise of claimed ‘superior ideals’? Are there truly adversaries of flesh? Is the enemy the man who, like I do now before you, laments the wrongdoings of an ancient regime, crafting words like swords to smite a resistance we have not known before? Thegreat and thoughtless enemies of the platformed are the causeless rebels and the didactic multitudes – not an uncompromising physical injustice. Order borne from chaos: thus is the power of practical reason! No nationalism or love of a greater being is fair to control your fate, my fellows. Do not rely on history to condemn you to this common fault of our naïve society. People, divided by colors and blindfolded by banners – with hatred towards pacifists and supposedly nobler cause, are the true enemies, the opponents of reason. They wear no uniform, but patchworks of hypocrisy! As a free man, you must carry whichever ensign you create higher than anything else, higher than the desires of others, so it may not distort your vision, or the visions of others. (192)

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We stand now against our own idolatrous brothers, armed for a conflict we can never comprehend. What is war but the exercise of claimed ‘superior ideals’? Are there truly adversaries of flesh? The great and thoughtless enemies of the platformed are the causeless rebels and the didactic multitudes – not an uncompromising physical injustice. Order borne from chaos: thus is the power of practical reason! People, divided by colors and blindfolded by banners – with hatred towards pacifists and supposedly nobler cause, are the true enemies, the opponents of reason. They wear no uniform, but patchworks of hypocrisy! (96)

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We stand now against our own idolatrous brothers armed for a conflict we can never comprehend. The great and thoughtless enemies of the platformed are the causeless rebels and the didactic multitudes – People, divided by colors and blindfolded by banners – with hatred towards pacifists and supposedly nobler cause. (48)

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We stand now against our own idolatrous brothers, the great and thoughtless enemies of the platformed People, divided by colors and blindfolded by banners. (24)

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We stand now against the great and thoughtless People divided by colors. (12)

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We stand,the great People, divided. (6)

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We The People (3)


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Conclusions

Whites act so superior, they’re rich and act so smug

Blacks just want a handout, and they’re all gangsters and thugs.

Mexicans, they’re taking all the jobs that should be mine

They’re dirty and they’re smelly , but their restaurants are fine.

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Christians are all haters, and they’re arrogant and loud

They want to send you down to hell, while they ride on a cloud.

Muslims are all terrorists who’ll blow us all sky high

And atheists are scary, and we hope that they all fry.

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Democrats don’t want to work…don’t want to pay their way

They only want to picket, and Republicans to pay.

Republicans are fat and sit and count up all their dough

While sitting in their easy chairs, or jets that come and go.

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Foreigners all hate us…and they laugh and call us names

Don’t call those taters ‘French fries’, you will bring us all to shame.

Can anyone be trusted then?  Does anyone remain?

Can we just stop the hating please?  We’re all sounding insane!


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Our Happiness…

I look around as I walk in the sun

remembering many times we had  fun

there isn’t a cloud up in the sky

in a concerning  instant I wonder why

is there some reason for life’s quest

or is it for me to just try my best

I want one thing , to get over this mess

with you to enjoy , our own happiness

 

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secret war

the ugly comes out , beauty is what I see

crossed faith , retrospect is plaguing me

wind and rain , friends are few

cold steel , rigidly built reminds me of you

I’m pulling away , forces are mounting

my armageddon  coming , the days I’m counting

these thoughts take me over , I’m wasting my days

some say be patient  , I’ll find my way

this war from within , soon I’ll fight

Leaving my darkness, the continuous night

my faith will win out , my mind will say

delivered from evil , to the light of day

 


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Days of decision..

I look to the day to solve it all

Waiting for my obstacles to just take a fall

Happy no more I just sit and hold

The memory’s once held to me close

They all say forget , it’s how we start new

my mind is at war , to stay or to lose

I think it gets easier , I hope and I pray

The answers within me to go or to stay


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Billy Graham’s Son Said . . .

Evangelist Billy Graham’s Evangelist son recently said Mormonism is not a Christian religion and President Obama is a Moslem.  I have often been advised that discussing politics and religion with friends and relatives does nothing but cause trouble. That is good advice, though I have often ignored it; sometimes with regret.  However, with Graham’s recent pearls of wisdom, I feel I must ignore said advice once again.

I was born in Kansas and raised in the Evangelical United Brethren church.  By my teens, having arrived at a state of pseudo-intellectualism, I rejected that church’s concepts and decided to find a religion more in tune with my anticipated future as a writer of great literature.  Thus, I began investigating the great religions of the world.  Though I felt this was not my first life here on earth, I rejected all Wheel of Life religions and, instead, settled on Judaism.  I was certain that if something was worth believing in, it was surely worth suffering for.  I kept this matter to myself and, after a time, I realized that due to nerdish tendencies I had probably been shunned enough and the only suffering in my future would be for my art.  I dumped all plans for Judaism.  Eventually I settled on Deism, the choice of Presidents Washington and Jefferson.  Deism advocates natural religion based on human reason rather than revelation, emphasizing morality, and in Washington’s time denied the interference of the Creator with the laws of the universe. That seemed intelligent enough and should be easy to comply with since there was no mention of eternal salvation or damnation, no Heaven or Hell.

Which leads me back to Kansas . . . its old-time religion, conservatism, and dogmatic Republicanism.  I chose to be a Liberal and, in most cases, adopted the Democrats’ point of view.  I found politics fascinating and followed the country’s political ups and downs and reversals of fortune.  My favorite time was during presidential nominating conventions.  The States’ delegations parades and hoo-haw, their pitiful nominations of favorite sons.  The nomination of actual contenders.  The rumors of back-room wheeling and dealings.  And, finally, the third or fourth day, the party nominee would grace the stage.  His major acts were his glorious acceptance speech and the naming of his running mate: often his most vigorous critic, but now his soul brother to the end.  Then would come commercials, minimal debates, and election night . . . with exit-polling, judicious predictions by those who supposedly knew upcoming results, the waiting up till wee hours with the hope your man would win and the other side’s man would be dead meat.

Now the only occasion of similarity is the toned down election night.  We have suffered through a year of inane TV commercials ad nauseam, been punished with countless “gotcha” debates, primaries, caucuses, and, long before the convention, we will  know the candidate.  All the convention does is present a party platform of pledges, which is dead upon arrival and present a running mate, of whom most of us don’t give a rip.  Only on two occasions have I given a rip.  The first was General Curtis LeMay whose persona was defined by: “I’ve got more bombs than you and I wouldn’t mind using them.”  He scared the hell out of me.  The second occasion was most recent.  Yes, Sarah’s political diatribe made me want to vomit and the thought of her anywhere near the White House again scared the hell out of me.  There, I said it and have probably blown any rapport with some of you, or at least been a bit irritating.

So, we are not to discuss politics or religion both of which are guilty of much oppression.  Both of which have caused the needless deaths of millions.  The basis, or at least excuse, for all of recorded history’s wars.  I ask, “What are we allowed to discuss?”  The weather?  No, even that is no longer safe due to the small matter of global warming: a volatile issue of debate between realists and those who keep their heads up their you know what.

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