Pro-Palestine Groups Surge and Zionists Lock and Load

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#Free Palestine is a fluid international movement of humanitarians around the world. In social media, free #Palestine supporters everyday empower newfound public understanding and awareness. In full reactionary form, nasty pressure is poured on the landscape from #Zionists and their willing operatives and platoons of Internet trolls.

This is a short field report from inside the cyber-war where the righteous refuse to acquiesce to apartheid Israel, in whatever forms or foaming the Zionist madness assumes. I purposely do not name or shame as I like to keep the cork in that bottle. My straight talking style is to rise above personalities and showcase principles. The entire she said he said approach inherent to infighting is counterproductive no matter resident in a marriage, a group of do-gooders, or the US of Constant Wars State Dept. Importantly, ONLY Palestinians can determine the actualization of what they perceive is a humane and just Palestine. Non-Palestinian supporters are invited helpmates and freedom fighters for justice.

The facts: Zionists disguise themselves as Palestinians (hiding in cyber space). Zionist trolls deploy fake or stolen IDs. Zionists work as moles inside NGOs and/or #Facebook (FB) groups to manufacture lies, internal dissent, and disinformation. Miles and piles of threatening rhetoric flow from a mostly unknown yet suspected central Zionist cesspool attempting to push off and piss off compassionate pro-Pal activists. Yet, the movement to free Palestine steadily grows with freshly minted nurturing projects, improved insight, astute lobbying, global boycotting, and more creative endeavors to make a difference for the greater good.

Recently, Zionist venomous attacks in social media focus on respected pro-Pal leaders and #MENA journalists dedicated (for years) to Palestine being what Palestinians want not what Washington desires, or the state of Israel insists. Zionist Internet deceptions and scams are beyond vitriol and too many times down right insane. Zionist trolls come-out in enraged blogs, FB and Twitter posts and comments, or provoking personal chats saying they are pro-Palestine, yet their negative actions, constant backbiting scenarios, and malicious personalized harassment belie a cruel agenda to destroy from within not just derail the pro-Pal movement.

Zionist super extremists secrete within the milieu of pro-Palestine activism to viciously clandestinely disrupt and fester distrust. This snaky m.o. is too similar to Jew-baiting acted out during the Civil Rights Movement, and PSYOPS of today’s covert military.

One current Zionist technique active in social media is to spread god-awful lies to smear the character of pro-Pal leadership who are Jewish. The master goal is to offend and bend all folks working to lend a real hand to the people of Palestine. Zionist name slamming reminds me of the decades I served the Democratic Party and yelped on and on ‘say friggin’ no to negative campaigning.’ To repute a person’s character is slander and libelous intent is punishable by law. What is obvious to those clear-headed or savvy to waves of herd hazy opinions, Jews actively pro-Palestine (as individuals, groups, or cadre) are a concentrated troublesome lot for the state of Israel!

There is much discussion in the rank and file of pro-Pal activists how to handle the incessant harangue of Zionist liars lying spinning out caca. The fact some obsessed Zionists – behind revolving faked profiles – threaten harm to pro-Pal leadership and their families belies how powerful the pro-Pal movement is gaining in global awareness, empowerment, and solidarity. Desperate acts originating from those on the wrong side of an issue are reeking indicators your team is gloriously gaining the high ground.

Freedom fighters are an inclusive segment of humanity who by innate personality and acute concern never give up and never give in. Zionist attempts to spoil the movement are severely weakened before they begin. Trolling works undercurrent and prefers isolated shadows of fear and paranoia. Activists are transparent communicators who go on (and, on) at noble length supporting each other and their cause – in the wide open – and at times too receptive in honest eagerness and passionate approachability. Fear is the vocabulary of the hidden and resigned. Trolling maybe a snarky cyber-based invention of this century, but its basic putrid motive has haunted our species since Eve picked the apple.

By intent and nature, activism lives in the sunlight. Fit to be tied is what trolls (as living beings or bots) are programmed gamed and geared for plus their tinny medium is cyber-stalking and matrix subterfuge. Scintilla is not their thing, nor can they stand up to a group of vibrant right action warriors intent on exposing their cowardly crap.

Reviewing the latest piddle streaming from a thicket of Zionist trolls, I recall how last summer (2014) during the bombing of #Gaza, I regularly received faked porno videos of ‘myself’ from faux FB subscribers along with personal attack chats and photos of disgust from non-existent friends each time I released one more truth. Such lame retort comes with the turf I inhabit. Facebook is not known for its unilateral consistency in protective policies of its 1.5 billion. Screen shots, reports, and blocking of trolls is required along with keeping a vetted clean list of friends.

Noisy politico writers are moving targets, in more ways than one. My in-bred humanistic politics, pro-Pal stance (majority of my family are Arabs or Arab Americans), and pro-Earth birder rants use to be considered extremely radical. Time passes. We age. Humanity awakens? And . . . my rowdy views become tenderly old hat.

I consider this a mammoth compliment and a welcomed badge of earned audacity.

(Graphics from April 15, 2014 – yet, valuable.

Status Quo is a Poor Praxis

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#Justice seekers come in a range of colors, sizes, shoe style, brain ability, heart expanse, and head gear. A few generate golden halos, yet most are hopefully involved to drudge and purge for the greater good. What has perplexed me for decades roaming around the edges of the power elite is how sustaining remains the Peter Principle* in leadership. How come resumes and vitae are more important than the strength of innards, innate mettle or a high index reading on a compassion meter? I realize it is who you know, not what you are that propels one forward into Murica’s civil society leadership. This is not news – ask any recent #Yale or #Harvard grad how they expect to get their career launching position.

#America suffered a head-on collision when it fell in love with corporate paid academics, corporate consultants, and politically handsome adept talkers (read bullshitters). Cultural creative problem solving and multitude deployment of common sense went out with a tsunami tidal surge of greed and fear in favor of public conformity (read miniaturizing of the soul) to maintain generational status quo as the be all, end all. Do not read what follows as if i am anti-tradition, for i am in many aspects of my perspective a thumper for the observance of rituals and an advocate of heritage of family, culture, and community.

What brings me to this rant is reviewing a govt. board of leaders in NY State who manage energy policy. I was researching their bios and their spouses bios – this is normal for me to look for the usual bedrock of nepotism and overt cronyism. Every single one of these folks I bet at age 17 was a dynamic individual in waiting. They then went out into society and subsequently bought into the empire’s paradigm of following the leaders who follow the leaders to become the leaders.

Getting the big bucks wearing suits taking up space on the bench is a lifestyle. Never solving quickly the systemic problem is the institution. What i call ‘the get along to go along m.o.’ to win the five bedroom home on the cul-de-sac. These elephantine feeding fests define and divine America’s postulates for the good life. A good education barely evolves toward innovation let along pushing the culture forward toward equality and balance. Americans seeking shelter and #Armani sell out stuck in fear believing they are doing it for family and flag. It is a convenient play to cultivate same same.

Recently, I raised a query with an activist journalist how a newbie activist was a lifelong consultant for the business as usual mind f*cks who are destroying Earth. Her response was classic, “Well, everybody has to make a living.” Then she went on to explain her time served for Big Pharma. Justification is fate?

I too slaved for the #empire as a creative director and whipper snapper VP for the third largest ad agency on the planet. But, then one cloudy day, not that old, I got up and walked out leaving projects in the lurch and future lawsuits pending (regarding performance contracts). I am unsure what was my exiting epiphany. It was a foggy morning by the city by the bay. I could not see a damn thing through the giant windows of the 22nd floor corner office I was inhabiting – except a yukky putrid yellowish grayish color. Somehow, this highrise view triggered massive pings of consciousness and conscience. Or maybe, it was the manifestation of the pineal gland seeing not just looking. It was one of my better life changing decisions.

Ethical regards is a term i use, but not like cotton candy or to slather up the room replete in too many memories. It means something significant because without values American humanity would be nothing but cash machines and shopping sprees. Oh, you noticed, too, eh?

The entire argument over a $15 per hour wage is ridiculous. No one can live on that, or less, inside mall brained, credit-card scared, war-binging America. Let us get real. It take more constant ingenuity and astute daily emergency planning to live at the poverty level than any Wharton School of Business grad has ever known. A living wage is available at $100K annually, for everybody, if we awake and take the throttle away from the war mongering overseers.

About 50 million Americans live below the poverty line, which the federal government defined in 2013 as an annual income of $23,550 for a family of four. In 2007, the year before Obama took office, the poverty rate was 12.5 percent. There are an estimated 320 million Americans. The American diaspora (expats living overseas, like me) is estimated between 3 and 7 million, but i would venture the number is growing exponentially. Those living in extreme poverty inside the US of Constant Wars ($2 per day) is up 159% since 1996 at a current estimated 1.85 million.

Cutting to the front of the flock – there should be citizen activists not caught in the corporate trap serving on every govt. ruling body in America. They should be appointed but not by resume, merit, hair style, friendships, or social relevancy. They are there because they exhibit a value structure of endurance not cooked by ego, familial or political connections. They are connected because they are noisy advocates for life. We use to call these citizens advisory committees but what I am proposing is a realignment of leadership, from middle to top to bottom. We would not junk competition and ego ambition but insert into the human equation of paying it forward thoughtful folks with passionate ethics and raging empathy.

Resumes never told me anything mind blowing about a person, but then again I had portfolios to review, music to listen, and writing samples to read.

In my idealism as commandeer of the wholistic world where ethics over ride greed, every single govt. appointed board would include members who were not from the prevailing status quo. The new blood might be everyday Joe or Jill citizen or a far out artist – but each exhibits a fresh vision for his or her community. They are the people who refuse to accept what it is under the pretense of that is all there is, and why change it. They look for the simple pathway through the mazes of the bureaucracy because they have survived it to the best of their imaginative ability.

Too many of us are taught sheepskin dullness is sparkling and we acquiesce to the power structure constrained by its own pitiful inane smallness. Wholism is expansive – it is experimental, it is harmony, it is energy. Education is not limited to residing in the artificial lit halls of demagoguery, academia, or cubical corporations. Some of the most inspiring appeals i witnessed at the podium originated from ‘regular’ folks who used common sense coupled to simple organizing of thoughts. They saw from the original light with no special interest pulsing from the darkness “do this, not that.”

Pettiness is inherent in organizations designed to exist ad infinitum. This is why term limits are vital to a living govt. No one should be elected in govt, appointed to govt. posts, or serve in govt. without a sunset clause. For a US Senator or Representative to hold court for anything more than 12 years is a set-up for situations of control and narrowness as it is sadly human nature to fuss protecting a dominion once it becomes solidified.

Change is pandered about as not normal for humans. This is a crock of crap. We are the most adaptable species on this gorgeous blue marble. If you doubt it, look at the abject shit people put up with in the ever widening spectrum of horror shows. We know how to change. The empire sells this status quo myth to keep the service economy plantation working and the war machines pumping out profit for the elite. It repeats constantly (at least in the western world) this is how you get ahead in life. You follow form. You conform to what is expected and viola you excel in life. This is the ‘you are what you drive’ mythology of contemporary existence in prozac nation.

Every artist, scientist, thinker, doer, believer, and tinker who does not buy into the mental madness of conformity succeeds. They innovate. They create. They solve the problem. They excel. They become their dreams.

What are you waiting for? Nothing changes if nothing changes.

“Change unleashes people’s creative energy.”

*The Peter Principle is a concept in management theory formulated by Laurence J. Peter in which the selection of a candidate for a position is based on the candidate’s performance in their current role, rather than on abilities relevant to the intended role. Thus, employees only stop being promoted once they can no longer perform effectively, and “managers rise to the level of their incompetence.”

Why Abrogating is Shitty for the Human Soul

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Happy Sunday from Latitude Nine. The weather at 10 AM is a very high overcast, temperature 79 F degrees, and humidity 58 with a slight breeze from the northeast instead of the normal oceanic southwest.

Negativity is in its tail dragging devilish regard – a tail spin addiction. People are swept up by negativity and from a psychological perspective constant angst serves the ego with a complicated series of escape routes as a way to uphold weak esteem and not feel the entire gamut of human emotion from intimacy to aesthetic appreciation. Much of anguish is borderline neurotic as if the personality is incapable of realizing the benefit of being aware able to discover and practice harmony.

There is a definitive overload most of us reach when inundated with constant crap. Some install faith, prayer, paying it forward, and giving love to the least fortunate in one’s midst while others roll around in the pessimism impugning their entire living sphere with invalidation. Yes, negativity is a dramatic sign the persona is not integrated. It is a human being fractured disavowing good vibes and rejecting internal and external affirmation. Drama queens, we all know some, are hung up – they feed the nugatory to manifest a control point because they are weak in self-conceptualization yet their eyes glisten to telling the latest chunk of gossip.

Too many westerners were sadly programmed as a child by a gainsayer who put us down (and everything else) and consequently never experienced compassion in the form of compliments and deep hugs of appreciation. The dysfunction was thick and ran deep. These emotionally beaten kids grew up to emulate their role models, and so forth, as the generations of gloom and doom move through history. Some are intensely disguised in dour driven intellectual rhetoric or political commentary gone amok. Then there are the child rapists who were raped themselves as toddlers and choir boys. The repetitiveness of insanity is human development/devolvement for thousands of years.

How to change the paradigm is why we are here – now.

The empire is well aware of our antagonist denial and uses our inherent mass of spirally puke to empower in reverse. What is in actuality the basis of life – living the entire spectrum of human experience including joy and being free is replaced with the staid of status quo. Lately, stalling happiness within humanity by constant under the boot austerity delivered by fake saviors (war mongers Sanders, Obama, etc) etc., had a tipping point – 9/11 – to kickoff an age of digital cynics from intellectuals to the man in the pulpit to the conspiratorial nut jobs we all read here on FB.

To keep the madness afoot, the disseminated snews in America is mostly one god-awful story after another. Human interest reporting is nearly a dead art because we have a far reaching genocide to the heart operating in Murica. Fourteen years of war does that to people. Fear feeds it and one nation under alienation is its shield.

Social media is a macro of the dissentient. When i review the latest rolling news feeds on FB it is one horrific circumstance after aother or one more Holly-go-Lightly meme. Substance is lacking as is authentic glee let alone the personal touch. I try and find loving people who are telling their stories using their own words or images. I am in the middle of the teeter tower. I leak and seek peeling the stinky onion yet at the same time I hope I serve up dishes of pleasurable wonder about radiant nature. My vision is filtered through birds and flipping both sides of the coin of the FB realm by adding a wink of humor glued to the delivery.

Being carefree is a calling. I am not talking about glad-handers or faux happy faces. I mean folks who actually are not souring the world with daily meals of subjugation. Free loving brilliant people who generally remit the creative delights of life are becoming a rarity. Maybe this is why the price of the master’s fine art at auctions is astronomical?

Trolling, cyber bullying, and other digital poisoned arrows to the heart are on the rise. The matrix is running a spectrum of awfulness where kindness and civility are not at the reins of human conduct. I hover over Fedbook and perceive what an incredible opportunity for humanity to become border-less and lose our competitive enslaving robes and lowering our shields.

If we are forced by our own insecurity into control by others or become sneering putdown gatekeepers we become cogs instead of sparks of humankind innovation. If we are flattened in the middle of the pot-holed road by steam rollers of stupidity and cleverly repressed rage it is our responsibility to change our attitudes and end the manipulations – within and without.

Being victimized by our own mind is sabotage of the heart. The personality is designed by a higher power to be grateful and in sync. Our consciousness is not to act like herded sheep- rather we are here to accept and share the gift of happiness. You want a current events role model for hope and positiveness? Look at those stuck in blown-up rubble or packed like sardines on a vessel sinking toward distant shores – as they have not succumbed to the persistent whip of human insanity. In 2015, we are all refugees, of one kind or another?

In a looming pervasive sense of hope, determining one’s attitude adjustment is about “how important is it?”

The Center of Concentric Circles Coincide (Mandala-thinking, again)

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My personal preference is delicacy and finery of #concept, #image, #heart, #love, and human beings. I do not do well with leering primitives of our species nor do I find anything in common with folks exhibiting little empathy or lacking a natural compassion for beauty and wild beings. Innovative design is another hang-up of mine – be it architecture, furniture, graphics, food, political commentary, faith in a higher power, or friendships. Yep, aesthetics is a value way outside the lines of art. Art is life. Life is art.

Yet, in this crude unfolding people-speak you and i share in social media to rise above the non-dearth of meta-noise is not particularly artsy or elegant. One’s whispering voice in the multi-lateral matrix dangles over an abyss of apathy. This computerized web mess is way larger that the size of the Pacific clogged up with oscillating plastic crap we throw away. Speaking of human crapola – what do the Blue Whales think of our caca in their liquid world? Has anyone bothered to ask?

Sidebar factoids of the day: The biggest recorded Blue Whale was a female in the Antarctic Ocean that was 30.5 m long (more than 3.5 times the length of a double-decker bus and as long as a Boeing 737 plane) with an estimated weight of 144 tonnes (almost the same as 2,000 men !). In the wild whales live for a long time – generally the larger species living longest. Bowhead Whales spend their lives in cold Arctic waters. They may be the world’s oldest mammals and are the longest lived of all whales – possibly over 200 years !

If only humans lived in quaint tree lined villages where chiming bells from the local 11th century cathedrals drew them to the park plazas to discuss, socialize, and eat gourmet organic foodie items while dancing to extraordinary music played by carefree minstrels. Where no pesticides were used and plastic bags were banned.

I know. My imaginary hardscape of words is taxing as I ding dong my oneness ideals. But shit, compared to the real horror shows is it not at least a loverly mind space where both jasmine scented candlelight and LED lit ceilings of alabaster beckon us with uncensored moments of unity and serenity?

Can we not discover a common ground of consciousness where gentleness and strength coincide in harmony with all living creatures and the planet we inhabit? Where Muslim and Christian and Jews and Buddhists and Hindi embrace and hold each other up with mutuality and paying it forward. Where every possible version of religiosity and those living in three quarter time (what i call atheists) can at least live side by side without blowing each other up?

This past weekend a number of people who reside in #MENA (Middle East North Africa) asked me, “Why do #Americans hate #Muslims? Why does #Obama kill Muslims? When will the wars to kill Muslims end?” I can the answer the first two quite readily quoting chapter and verse, yet the third pained query has me stymied.

WHEN WILL WE FRIGGIN’ STOP OUR WARS? UMM? Is the collective human dysfunction so out of whack there is no opportunity to globally live our lives the next seven generations without madness? My quest is not for permanent disarmament, just the next seven generations we commit to lay down our rage and our bias, and try and live together without destruction and mayhem.

Okay, if seven is too much, how about five, or three, or just one?

Meet me in the park by the bandstand made from #fractals to figure out how to install peace. If we can’t do it naturally, maybe we can do it mechanically with x’s and o’s?

Damselfly Dreams

Screen shot 2015-07-02 at 11.23.43 AMTwenty-seven traveling partners kettled slowly moving southward, sky-based. They swirl and twirl. The thermals lift them upwards and sideways as their wings and tails adjust here and there in the invisibility of life wanting to live. The back of a perfected yellow flower illuminated by filtered sunlight casts a buttery shadow as a breathing cord of glistening leaves and woody vine supports the advent of its bloom and its willing sisters. Gently the entire living apparatus ever so slightly moves with the breeze welcoming another day of morning sun and probably drenching rains by mid-afternoon.

Three dogs spread out in contented sleep on cooling terracotta tiles of a covered veranda above the jungle expanse by the Pacific. Waterfalls and buzzing hummingbirds are louder than the opening of flowers or wheezing companion canines. The trilling call of tinamou announces the light intruding into the surrounding rainforest as the blazing star and spinning planet discuss life at latitude nine. The metal roof crinkles and cracks expanding and contracting from the same little cosmic dwarf of sustaining energy.

Humans forgot how to watch and hold reverence for life, or maybe they never learned. Instead of connecting with the magnetics of the web they trample, bulldoze, dig, drill, and leave their enomous footprints upon a pristine terraform. They seem dulled, disputed, and damp of soul. If a spark of interdependent wonder could be ignited, a collective spirit of oneness activated, maybe their species extinction could be averted. Karma has already left the collapsing buildings in urban centers and institutiions of ‘higher learning’.

Those paying attention realize the non-mystery of human madness stems from a manifesting self-will-gone-amuck, cancerous and lethal. In the evolutionary bio-diverse pathway Homo sapiens, too rude, too crude, too fat with fate, stand stuck at the threshold to the doorway of mindfulness. Unable to gleefully parade into a surging paradise – one with all living things – they groan and burp overstuffed with arrogance and unwillingness. For the few observing life in the here and now, sensing a pervasive polluting disconnect there is roaring clarity not a gap in conscience. The compassionate feel the wholeness of life, yet an expanding mourning weights them at the ankles. How sad. What a waste of gliding potential and unrequited empathy.

All humanity has to do is enact a series of simple tasks philosophers and sages have advised for thousands of years. But the majority of the largest brained mass are ruled by their innate stupidity pulled down by addictive primitive fears. They produce generation upon generation of woeful workerbees and overseers compliant to force fed lies and deadened to the scented alluring magic of life. Tools superseded being. Conquering supplants paying it forward.

While the human world blows each other up, piercing their non-exclusive global nest with toxic waste, and intellectually patronizing all remains peaceful where the damselfly dreams. Never-safe in the outpost of beauty and serenity far away from human crapola the natural world cleverly with no bravado lives and dies, as it has powerfully done for eons.

If the primal lesson of humanity is to be humble like the soaring migrating birds of prey and splashy colors of flowers it is mostly unheeded except for the rare ones – the innocence of toddlers and the evitability of enligtened elder wisdom. Every living thing is in remarkable chaotic sync except most humans. Every inhale and exhale of life exists in interparlay linkage as if not a big deal. It is what it is from meta-universe to dark energy to God particle. Acceptance is cognizant in some jubliant with play such as brotherly sisterly dolphins and in others it is an endless steady cyclic journey such as army ants on Colorado Isle in Panana or one galaxy slow-mo consuming another.

Love, a precious commodity, in lieu of shields lowered, waits. Peace, amongst human nations nearly non-existent, stands ready. The damselfly, seeking a water spring and possible dragonfly sprite, dodges and hovers. God consciousness, limitless and eternal envelopes the comos with neither judgment nor comment, encompassing worlds inside worlds. The silly human mindscape of pieces of cloth signifying bigotry or nationalism, or delivering pendantic statements how same sex combos are unholy (in nature there is every conceivable sexuality) or this today’s human horror show, are vain transients in the greater and greatest scheme of life wanting to live.

We exist as one. We are yin yang life in solidarity including being magnetically repelled. Why is the dance of oneness such a tough concept for the highest IQ beings on the third rock?

Spying on the Spies Spying on Us

Spies spy, this is their official overt mandate although their actions are suppose to be covert. NSA spying on allies is not shocking to me (see Guardian article below). When you operate from a paranoid world-view that everyone is out to get you (read US of Constant Wars) what can one expect? This is why France’s political power base is going to vote for new powers to spy on its own citizenry. Everyone spying on everyone else is a surveillance political circle jerk (sorry for the graphic). What is scary is how easily it is to procure sensitive info and sell it to the highest bidder. As such, even Ben Franklin’s son William, a loyalist, sold information about his father to the Crown.

Snowden, Manning, Hammond, and other whistleblowers of our war economy horrific times are not offering revelations for money nor do i believe they acted from a childish need for attention. They came forward to warn and inform the world and consequently are suffering the wrath of the empire. Hypocrisy exhibited is pro forma for the empire’s hollow leadership where values and ethics are neither affirmed nor sought. For the security apparatus to perceive Julian Assange equal to a full blown terrorist ramped up to kill kids in a Pakistan school is insane. It is beyond disturbing the empire sees journalists and journalism in the same waterboarding shadows as the madmen who send kids wired with chest bombs into places of worship.

‪#‎WikiLeaks‬ publishes and also archives massive amounts of communications between nefarious govt. actors and corrupted entities along with other pertinent documents in what can only be termed – perennial intrigues. Without astute technical nerd skills to house and safeguard these cables, and various other significant data materials, you and I would be further stuck behind higher and thicker opaque walls unable to see let alone hear the truth.

For many years I rummaged around inside the dumps of political madness and historical outlines attempting to personally comprehend America’s innards and decode interlinking webs to explain same to myself, and to you. Unfortunately, in Murica big news qualifies as the opening of the newest micro-brewery or an orchestrated derailment from truth by the latest piddle stream media spin.

H/w example of a derailment = The funeral tomorrow in Charleston, South Carolina and the harangue over the Confederate colors – the battle flag of Gen. Robert E. Lee’s Army of Northern Virginia. i guarantee the media will rage on for months as THE debate of heritage. South Carolina was the first state to secede, two months after the election of Abraham Lincoln. It was in South Carolina the Civil War began, when the Confederacy fired on Fort Sumter. Taking down flags that supported black slavery as the basis of white equality is reverse bigotry? It has been 150+ years the Confederate flag has flown over public buildings.

Side bar:
Souls who died or were wounded in the American Civil War (April 12, 1861 to April 9, 1865).
Union =
140,414 killed in action
~ 365,000 total dead
275,200 wounded
Confederates =
72,524 killed in action
~ 260,000 total dead
137,000+ wounded
Civilian =
number of wounded unknown

700,000+ dead
412,200+ wounded

These numbers may sound like the south won but the north had 2 million soldiers and the south only had 1 million. Disease is what also killed, not just stupid macho bull corn called collateral murdering (war) for one’s beliefs.

Core-bemoaning – what i label the wholistic smews I write – is not popular as it requires an attention span and curious intelligence to stay the course during unfolding events without forgetting critical thinking.

I wear no mask. I am an open book with thick covers. No one is around to put a paper bag over my head. My agenda is information as a format of communication art.

The incredible dramatic need for the healing of human systemic rot is a world-wide emergency. Some of you nice folks are growing strawberries and backyard chickens as your preference to fighting the flailing system. Others of you, in desperate and far deeper piles of shit, work like crazed camels to educate the next generation (your kids) in hopes they can assume the throne of power and shift the paradigm.

My life is simple and free. Because of decades of working on a treadmill I now have the time and a devoted inclination to over come disinformation machinations by offering commentary based in factual reality. No one is my boss. No one tells me what to quote, state, or bemoan. The Net places our communications equal to any news service. Transparency, ethics, and SEO expertise can foist anyone above the din and matrix noise. Yet, be assured I am not operating as a lone wolf.

The Highlander drum I beat is repetitive and at times this grates on my snotty creative persona. I prefer jazz bent originality or at least a fresh scene to write a finer script. Yet, to help others discover the facts to break denial demands consistency be one more sharp tool to dismantle the clown car while building a bridge across the abyss of apathy.

Writing in cliche is on purpose. Making up words is part of my recovering stony writer’s prerogative. Re-using hot shot buzz words is strategic intent. Yet, facts are researched and confirmed. If i am duped into posting something faux hopefully i am the first to admit it.

What is unacceptable is the intrusion of our privacy and the alteration of justice by greed, or any other negative. What is wasteful and stupid is sexual harassment by trolls and other nut jobs.

‪#‎Freedom‬ and prosperity are not mutually exclusive. As those with conscience awake and become enraged I am not seeking a resolution by igniting anarchy. I am a Ben Franklin styled pacifist (see pbs link below). My personal goal is not to violently overthrow corporate govts., religiosity, and/or civil society. But, while i might parse out slices of mountain berry and apple pie doused in lemon curd the iced chai tea I serve is not brewed by the ‪#‎NSA‬ or, any of its subcontractors. I remain a peace and freedom revolutionary.