The US will be celebrating Veterans Day tomorrow, and many a striped flag shall be waved. The social currency of esteem will be used to elevate those who have served in the US military, thereby ensuring future generations of recruits to be thrown into the gears of the globe-spanning war machine.Veterans Day is not a…
Taking care of veterans should be factored into the budget of every act of military aggression. If a government can’t make sure its veterans are housed, healthy and happy in a dignified way for the rest of their lives, it has no business marching human beings into harm’s way. The fact that you see veterans on the street of any large US city and people who fought in wars having to beg “charities” for a quality mechanical wheelchair shows you just how much of a pathetic joke this Veterans Day song and dance has always been.
via The Best Way To Honor War Veterans Is To Stop Creating Them — Caitlin Johnstone
In memory of the great teacher John Taylor Gatto, may he rest blessed watching his seeds of wisdom grow eternal.
Be the Leaf-Stars
Masters of the in-between spaces
feathers on the currents
Descending in deliberate delicateness
Cosmic order followers
of decay and regeneration
Float between night and day
in the gravity-free zone
Evoke our care
grant us a moment
to sip your exquisite
Thank you Tragedy & Hope for bringing his work to so many of us.
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Do not waste one more second of your time on this earth, for the insects are all dying, and the ice caps are vanishing, and the oceans are filling with plastic.This could all be gone very soon, so don’t waste it. Don’t take any part of the crackling miraculousness of this cacophony for granted, because…
via Do Not Waste One More Second — Caitlin Johnstone
I am guided by the trees
and by the wind
No other Authors over me
Whispering consorts or thieves or fairies
not even these
Neither men nor deities
True hearts rain, reign, rein
down on me
reine queen goddess mother
soul toiling soil
sowing, woeing, waking
should I spend my days a’ lounging
enveloped in drugs and daffodils
dreaming the quick descent of shills
A New Ager said: Follow your bliss!
A Priest said: Under our Lord in heaven abide
A Marxist said: Come join the Universal Community!
A Satanist said: Kill yourself!
A Pagan said: Oh so wild is your way!
A Martyr said: Find your life in sacrifice!
A Scientist said: Figures and facts now rule you!
Seven wise men who suck.
A chill, alone, ignites me
Hallowed is my name
My kingdom, done
My will is won
On hearth as once in heaven
Weaving words as quilts to warm
Or swords to slap some sense
You own you!
There is no other ‘woke’
for you to which to wake
Not he, not she, not they
It’s so easy, really
The Cat in the Hat
you crawl, you walk, you fly
Just don’t follow me!
Follow your own personal
And on that journey
I vow, I bow
to bless you
The Big Sleep
Amused the crowd, the sheeple sleep
For their lord, or their drug, or their lover to meet
Trump-ettes, dancing feet
March and scurry and keep the beat
What will you say when your children are grown?
When you laughed, slept and bowed
as the soldiers came down
Poisoned the food, the water, the land
Pointed his gun in your neighbor’s face
Plopped her fat ass on your baby’s fate
For what will you stand?
When might you wake?
Though the Guillotine does love if you skip all the way
Apathy and corruption are sure here to stay
The Emperor naked now 10,000 miles
all minions and jesters in lock-step too
and the distracted masses still haven’t a clue
I watch them aghast as they watch TV
Belching and crooning, happy pigs they be
Fingers tapping to the tune
Toys in the sky better than the moon
Seduced by sport, science, sex
Vaxxed and pharmed while white coats dissect
Walk away, walk away, walk away, I say!
Or your soul they will milk til the very last day.