“And that’s why liberals hate the true left: because leftists are a constant reminder that liberals aren’t what they pretend to be. That they are just conservatives wearing a fake plastic mask of justice and sanity. That their lives are a crude crayon drawing of the values they pretend to espouse, a layer of feel-good narratives and podcasts and Hamilton songs wallpapered over a rapacious omnicidal machine of endless war, ecocide and oppression.”
HA! Damn she’s good! I’d share her work even if she were a NAZI! 😉
Whenever John McCain is trending on Twitter I like to try and float a reminder of what a disgusting warmonger he was on top of the trend to disrupt the worshipful hagiography within the mainstream liberal echo chamber.John McCain was a bloodthirsty warmongering psychopath and the world is better off without him. Death is nature’s…
We’re in a dojo, don’t you know
We must always be braced for the down and low
We must always trust
Life will buoy us back up
We must stop pointing out
To look deep within
And unearth our power
Again and again
The greatest warriors ever known
Reside eternal in our bones
Beside the greatest lovers and crafters and old zen masters
Open your eyes big and wide
Clear your heart, lift your mind
Drink in the immutable honor of your ancestors’ pride
Just when I thought I’d heard the best anti-vax speakers and arguments that there are, I hear this lady! Holy smokes, she’s on fire, I have to share it right now, even though I need to listen three more times at least, then rinse and repeat, so I can recite this wizard to every vaccine worshipper I meet!
So happy to meet, Amandha Vollmer, introduced through James True, who I keep talking about, because he keeps crushing.
If I had to claim a favorite presentation of the year so far, this would be it. I’m armed with info and poetry from her words—the next sewing circle, campfire, swap meet, square dance, town hall meeting, potluck, trek, shop or queue—I’ll know just what to do. And say!
And even if I only do one of those activities, because I’ll never wear a mask, I know I’m super infectious, by nature, so those experts say. So you better watch out! 😉
Death in slow motion
in tandem with a
quick step in double-time
one stomp in nine
Steals, no
steels the rhyme
The ferment tears up, salt
No, that is tears down, carbon
just like me
just like there’s
No such thing as gravity
The firmament is breathing
just like me
Hales exodus then in sense brings
Truth like the
most tart wine
The right thing is always the hardest as
love and grape are worthless
withering on the vine and
tainted with slogans and politics and Such cringe-worthy placating acts of
complete cowardship like
Claimed false priestesses of peace-like
branding thanks to the
Club of Rome crafting
incessantly flimsy chains of
velvets smacking
So I beg you Gag making, BLM faking Marianne Williamson, as others
on your progressive
left based elevating Wormwood eaten platform of
false love of
Moves only suffocating
This one is just for y’all Because I so long to see
a mask of shame, that is
a sort of love-spouting muzzle
so that the smoke is coming from right
where it should at last
And by that I mean to be
most crass
Because that means
No longer from your mouth but
Right out of your
skinny paper white
agenda-driven ass
I winked and smirked
he was a jerk
I crafted that perfect smile
and nodded
cocked my head
ever so slightly
to the left
He’s so damn deft yet
Eugene and me
we have such long history
Where I plant, he plots
Where he resurrects, I bury
We battle for the
Grace of Mary
in Eden’s land we first met Larry
Scary fellow, screamed like
Sherbert
too sweet, too tart, far too alert
Still, they annoy me
ALL
their very beck and call
remind me how deep
my stall
where resentment reigns
and putrid mushrooms grow
but in God’s language show
Poison every next
Regime
Hemlock, Datura, Henbane call
Crazy Frogs gather all
invite the masks into our den
again
and pretend, oh no, Never, no, not ever
And chant gracefully or Brutally
again and again
with them
No, no, please no, never,
Don’t ever forget your vaccine!
As to mine enemies
I sing as
says our
glorious
and ever so
equanimous
Eugene
They got you either way Play Both sides against the middle Stripes Black or white
Red or blue
Shades of gray
This summer of COVID, they say
Distance, safety, security locks and lights Alarms and fast response Just $1 a day, so they say
Got porn, they got ya Got religion, they got ya Got raw milk, guess what
open wide, because you know You need them
They are so concerned for your every safety They tuck you in Remove your sin with their love like tin
Wipes, gloves, masks Their devotion to crisis Restrictions Quarantines Still super-duper Low gas prices
They got you either way Predator and prey Beg them now Sinners, losers, false claim choosers
Come what may Do-gooders too, they got your number No addiction necessary Mark these days so quite contrary Devil, angel, wasp and snake
May we all make fiery merry Hot, wired, wicked Smooth, sultry, smog war like fog
Boiling frog and
All ways and always Come what may Happy Independence Day
I promised myself this summer I’d spend more time learning about the practical, important things of life and less on theoretical things like conspiracy theories. Then I realized, this is quite an impossible task, because they are one in the same.
I can’t express how irritating it is for me to listen and learn from some of the great gardening and homesteading podcasts out there who never discuss anything remotely controversial, even when it’s DIRECTLY related to their field, like WEATHER MODIFICATION. This is not sane strategy. Pretending something does not exist is not the same as if it really does not exist.
I know how this has culturally come about, because a denial of reality is written into the scriptures, quite literally. The New Age movement, born from previous Christian cultures, have bred passivity, have elevated non-confrontation and worshipped weakness. Avoidance and turning the other cheek and tolerating anything and everything without judgement (except of course those who use their discernment, aka built-in bullshit meter) have become the signs of virtue in this collective insanity quickly falling into psychological tyranny.
These are the folks currently wearing masks of shame on their faces. And this is not only a virtue signal, but a fashion statement. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I have no words. But, I was raised under a similar guise of masking, which insisted: “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” Are folks finally beginning to understand where this level of gagging the voice leads us?
According to the ‘Authorities’ your very breathe is like diarrhea and that’s why you need to wear a diaper over your mouth. They sell you a cover story, and indeed make an industry of it, because that’s what you’re asking for, you adult children.
In case you care to GROW UP from this insanity and hear some rational voices telling it like it is, here’s just a very short list of the brilliance awaiting the courageous individual.
“Saturn has moved back into Capricorn where it will transit until December 17th. Saturn is the planet of boundaries, stuctures, and authority and its brief transit through Aquarius brought us social distancing and limits on freedom. In Capricorn, Saturn is in domicile and feels right at home. Both Saturn and Capricorn appreciate the value of tradition and conservatism and Saturn in this cardinal earth sign reminds us that true happiness comes from maturity, family values, hard work and self sufficiency, not communism or the glorification of victimhood. Weakness is less likely to be rewarded during this transit and expecting others to pick up the bill will result in failure and hard karmic lessons.
The actions of the extreme far left are turning many people towards conservative political parties which I predicted back in 2017 when Saturn entered Capricorn for the first time. Saturn in Capricorn is bad news for the U.S rioters who foolishly think that they can push the U.S into Marxism, as they distance themselves even further from the silent majority who are tired of these disturbances to their daily lives.” www.FionaAedgar.com
Imagine, if you will, you are among like-minded, mask-free sane folks enjoying a glorious holiday weekend?! And you have so much gravy to share, you make it available to the whole wide world. WOW, now that’s virtue!
Imagine, I know this one is really hard, but still I try. You know the willful ignorance, and learned helplessness is what will destroy you, destroy us all, and you still care enough, have enough compassion for your destroyers, to still try to save them. That’s Carol, getting kicked out of her apartment, like so many.
“Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death….” Thomas Paine
“Under a tyranny, most friends are a liability. One quarter of them turn “reasonable” and become your enemies, one quarter are afraid to stop and speak, and one quarter are killed and you die with them. But the blessed final quarter keep you alive.” ― Sinclair Lewis, It Can’t Happen Here
WOW, this is the most depressing list I’ve ever read. Manufacturing consent and chaos globally—the biggest corporations in the world.
Source – geopolitics.co – “…People ask, where does all the money come from to promote and hold nationwide protests that promote the destruction of America? Look no further than Technocrats in corporate America. This list does not include the hundreds of millions from foundations and NGOs” $564 Million: The Corporate Technocrats Who Finance Social Justice […]
Like all old couples we’ve adopted and ameliorated plenty of bad jokes and even worse puns Amusement becomes more challenging as one ages
Where once you could or might like to party all night
eventually to party for an hour seems more in sight
And so, De-Nile is not just a river in China, or Idaho, or Guadalajara And, never let the truth get in the way of a good story so I hurt my hip, my toe, my heart, by flyingand not by showing off Let’s just agree to disagree
That history, from wherever it comes
for whatever we pretend it doesn’t matter still we know it does
we cling to old phrases like, from where do your kinfolk come
we know we’ve decided collectively, it matters, so why do we continue to abandon our land to them, why do we bow our minds and sully our soils, to
THEM?!
That lord has more in common with their lord as I have more in common with their peasant master and slave,
I’ve been, native and queen, I’ve been, conquerer, conquered and conquering, I’ve been through all these things and seen life terrorizes all on her own no need for extemporaneously expressed self-righteous assigning But, let’s carry on, nonetheless, in this copious never ending river of
denying
Oh my, I suck again. Of course I already knew goats are notoriously mischievous. And as a habitual novice, I expect mistakes and steep learning curves, but a nearly fatal accident before my new kids are here even a week?
Don’t worry, the story has a happy ending or I wouldn’t be writing it right now. I’d still be sobbing, watching chick flicks, eating popcorn, and overindulging in kombucha cocktails, like I did all afternoon yesterday.
I don’t handle this kind of thing well at all. In fact, even that expression ‘to handle it’ is too generous, because I barely do. What actually happens is I panic, get hysterical, panic some more, act out of sheer desperation, and then sob, whether or not I was successful. I have so much awe and admiration for real farm folk, the kind that grew up with livestock, so that all this life and death drama is second nature to them. But I grew up like most Americans, very sheltered from death and the other common dramas of nature.
I woke up yesterday morning and went directly to the corral where I have the new kids penned up, for their safety, of course. No, not at all of course. Phoebe, once the tamer and more exuberant of the two, had wedged herself in the feeder, she was on the ground not moving, I thought she was dead. Panic ensued immediately. I left the gate open as I rushed to her, and out bolted Chestnut, who then also panicked as the dogs began pursuing her eagerly around the corral.
Guard or chase, we’re getting mixed messages?!
Phoebe’s neck was twisted in a horrific way, but she was still breathing. And I couldn’t get her out. I struggled for what seemed like 20 minutes but was probably more like 2, absolutely beside myself. I thought for sure if her neck wasn’t already broken, I was breaking it without a doubt.
I did at last get her out, she tried to stand, head and neck terribly deformed, and fell right back down again. My mind was racing and whirling and the very thought that I was going to have to put her down had me collapse in a heap of sobbing.
She barely moved all day. Miraculously though, she’s now recovering. She doesn’t have her voice back at all, she’s more skittish, but she’s eating, and I am so grateful, and so lucky that my ineptitude and panic didn’t cause nearly as much pain as expected.
Something good in fact came out of it—I realized the wild grapes are ripe as I tore at the vines to bring the kids. Today’s a new day and there’s no time to keep crying over milk not even spilled.
Grapes for the adults and vines for the kids. Now get busy crushing, woman!2 huge tomato plants found dead, mysteriously, full of unripe fruit. No time to cry or wonder why!
