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Well, that's what this place is - a place to share common wisdom, thoughts and feelings about things important and unimportant, that bring us joy, laughter and happiness and that trouble, sadden, confuse and anger us ...

What I write here is what's 'real' for me. It won't always be PC or 'nice'. We're missing out on true connection and chances to grow and change because there's too little authenticity, too little honesty, too much holding back what we really feel and mean.

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Showing posts with label liberty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label liberty. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Abolition Was A Con...





I have often said that the oligarchs were very clever in abolishing slavery...

In business, the biggest cost is labour; with slavery, profits were weighed down/eaten up by the costs of keeping slaves - housing, feeding, keeping them healthy...


By freeing slaves, the oligarchs transferred most of their costs back onto the slaves, who continued to work for almost nothing because they still had to, to survive...

And then they lost those jobs to industrialisation and the mechanisation of plantation agriculture...

Abolishing slavery was not a humanitarian act; if it was, the abolitionists would have ensured the newly-freed slaves had a life of dignity to go to - which, supposedly, was the whole justification for the anti-slavery movement...

What is humanitarian about letting beings out of cages, setting them free, sending them off into the wild to fend for themselves without giving them the skills and means to do so?

We don't do that with animals we re-introduce to the wild, but we did it with people...

Abolition was a con...


On the other hand...






Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Today's The Day...


...the music died...


The White House announced this afternoon that President Obama would not veto the bill that turns American soil into a battlefield and allows American citizens at home and abroad to be captured/arrested and held indefinitely in military detention centres, without due process...

The Bill passed in the House today, 283 votes for, 136 against...

The Senate is expected to pass it tomorrow (Thursday 15 Dec), after which it will go to Obama for signing...

With its passage, no presidential veto, and the passing of the SOPA internet censorship bill which gives government the right to shut down both individual websites and the internet itself, America has finally sunk into the status of a fascist police state, with informal martial law in place...

No more pretending...


LYRICS:
A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
**The day the music died**
So

[Chorus]

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him

Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'


[Chorus]


Now, for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practised in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'


[Chorus]

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singin'


[Chorus]


Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'


[Chorus]


I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most-
the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost-
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing

[Chorus:Repeat x2

 

American Pie Song History

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Haven't Disappeared...



...off the face of the earth...


Rather, we are staying with lovely people on Vashon Island - quiet, green, 270 degree view of water, Seattle, sky, birds, boats, night lights and stars; 

Overnight we finally caught/trapped our recalcitrant, extra-toed, tuxedo cat who had been hiding in the ceiling of the West Seattle house we stayed at for 10 days; we went to retrieve him this evening - $20 ferry ride there and back; 

Missed the Protection Order Renewal hearing this past Wednesday - thought it was scheduled for Friday; now renewal application is to be heard on December 21; 

Court hearing on December 16 to determine whether I can take the boy back to Australia to live;  met the Friday noon deadline to file my response to boy's father's lie-filled motion to stop us leaving...

Am exhausted but OK...

Not so sure about this country though...


Lady Liberty suffered some serious attacks this past week or so... with the US now basically a fascist police state, living under undeclared martial law, thanks to the passing of Bill S. 1867 in the Senate, which declares the entire United States of America a battleground.

Section 1031 of the National Defense Authorization Act allows the US military to now operate with impunity; the Bill grants the military the unchecked power to arrest, detain, interrogate, and even assassinate United States citizens both within the US and abroad...

Then there's the militarisation of the police, exemplified most graphically these past weeks by their brutal response to peaceful Occupy protesters all over this country...

And then there's Halliburton subsidiary KBR, currently seeking sub-contractors to staff, outfit, activate “emergency environment” camps built across the US for FEMA and the US Army Corps of Engineers, to deal with the kind of riots that have already spread throughout Europe, North Africa and the Middle East...

Guess we are living in "interesting times"...


Post Script:
"Today, (Nobel Prize-winning economist) Paul Krugman decreed that the U.S. and Europe are suffering not a recession but a “depression,” and highlighted the social unrest and anti-democratic forces growing in Europe.

Economic - and austerity - fuelled riots have already struck London and Athens. Police in England have formally labeled the Occupy movement a “Terrorist threat” alongside Al Qaeda and FARC and, of course, excessive police force has been repeatedly used against Occupy protesters on U.S. soil.

And U.S. Terrorism officials now routinely emphasize the supposedly domestic nature of the Terrorist threat, with greater powers constantly being seized in its name for domestic uses."
~ Glenn Greenwald

I've been shouting that we are in a Depression for the past two years... 

And it will be a permanent 'depression' - the oligarchs need a larger permanent underclass to enable them to siphon off the last of the earth's resources etc for themselves...




Thursday, January 6, 2011

Pilger On Obama & The Hidden Government


How often do we have to hear the message, see the evidence for our own eyes, before we decide enough is enough and we're not going to take it any more?










Saturday, December 11, 2010

Death & Resurrection...


Killing Joke, live at Lokerse Feesten Belgium, 8th August 2003


Lyrics:
Mark out the points
Build the pyre
Assemble different drummers
Light up the fire
Put on your masks
And animal skins
Illumination, illumination
Listen to the drums
Between each beat, each beat of the drum

O beloved mother of liberty
Hold me in your arms

Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat

And the day will come
Before the lights go out
Who will you turn to
Who will you turn to
Choose the crucifixion
Or Osiris slain
Recurring themes, time again.

Illumination, illumination
Burn burn, burn white heat

Oh how ingenious the centuries of lies
Ezekiel's chariots streak across the skies
Holy books and history texts forget
Because we know
Souls are recycled in the death and
Resurrection show

O beloved mother of liberty
Come to me

Everything I'm taught, amounts to nought
Everything I learn, the fire shall burn
Notions of myself that when I'm not
Whoever I was is now lost

Illumination, illumination
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat
Oh how ingenious the centuries of lies
Ezekiel's chariots streak across the skies
Holy books and history texts forget
Because we know
Souls are recycled in the death and
Resurrection show

O beloved mother of liberty
Come to me

Burn away all my impurities
Hold me in your arms

Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat