Getting Played by the War Mongers

For decades I tried to make a difference inside the machine of the #Democratic Party. I gained respect for an ability to articulate but never experienced a willing and dedicated base needed for a sea change. The last ten years of this service what i witnessed (double dealing back room deals, covert money laundering, voter fraud, dishonesty in the media) was exactly what the Feel the Burn (Bernie #Sanders for #POTUS) lot will eventually know = the immorality and manipulation of the body politic by the leadership. I am sorry, if my warning pisses off some of you, but it is the reality of the circumstance. No systemic healing of the corruption is underway. Sanders is a debased and planned part and parcel to the rigged system.

As I stated in the past, the Senator will walk away with whatever is in his treasury, legally. When the machine instructs him he will graciously thank his supporters, receive his payoff (probably Secretary of Labor), and move back under the umbrella of the criminal regime.

What will also occur is millions of good intentioned folks will walk away from the body politic, disgusted with the turpitude, controls and the lies (think of #Black #Americans who were gung-ho for #Obama). This is the way of #Murica.

One candidate running as POTUS cannot subordinate control of the rulers. One election cannot shift the power that enforces their strategy of war is good, Wall Street’s avarice is permanent, and letting the banksters exercise dominion over the populace (New World Order, #TPP, etc.).

Unfortunately, each time the liberty bell is smacked by the official party line, people with consciousness revved up to support their ‘guy’ do not take this energy one step further. #America needs a revolution of collective awareness, not a faux POTUS candidacy. America needs to wake up. It is no coincidence #Trump is in play, he eats up the bastardized media, not unlike watching Reality TV.

Plan now for your next steps when the Manchurian candidacy goes public. Figure out going to Bernie’s rallies, sending him money, and working for Sanders is a dishonest beginning with a fast ending. If you profoundly desire #freedom and frankly understand its charge, organize your efforts to expand beyond Sanders. Take it to the limit.

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#Justice, #Freedom, and #Bread – Sort of . . .

I have a distinct personal dislike for the #HouseofSaud. Some of its gaudy ornamental princes go around the world murdering (hunting) rare creatures because they write checks to govts. See photo below taken in #Pakistan.

I knew one House of Saud boy-man in my life – a tall ‘ish classy fellow student at UC Berkeley. His formalized gentleman manners were only out festooned by his 19th century chauvinism and adoration for Italian sports cars and one honey blonde beauty. I think he asked my Italian American roommate out more than I knew it was possible for a young man (let alone grad student) to stay interested.

Rose bouquets of rare colors would too regularly arrive at our front door befitting for a mafioso’s funeral or Sicilian national wedding. Yet, my favorite where baskets of desert dates and dried fruits so grand in size and volume we were forced to organize what we called – Fruity Tuttie Parties. At these events, we gave away judicious amounts of dates and dried apricots as party favors while raising money for our save a pet or political charity of the moment. Naturally, the unrequited prince would arrive with his bodyguard who on his own filled the foyer of our little rented cottage. For these festivities the Prince would have delivered platters from an Italian deli (San Francisco’s North Beach #Molinaridi’s) that we preferred along with kegs of imported beer and cases of decent Napa wine. His one-man crew brought bags of cash.

When I moved onto graduate school and my roomie took her first position as an industrial designer in San Francisco the prince went home. For awhile we feared he would kidnap her, yet as time marched into the future I suppose his Berkeley-based obsession was replaced by another. It was decades later when I was betting on horses did I discover who he was – #HRH Prince Fahd Salma. He died in 2001 from a heart attack and is best remembered for owning one of Brit’s greatest thoroughbreds named, #Generous. When one considers gifts the Prince bestowed on my roommate, the name of his racehorse is exceptionally appropriate.

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What happened to my roommate? After designing hotsy Milano looking furniture she married a nice Italian American guy who we all thought was mobbed-up. But, Catholic Lou (my handle for him) turned out was a member of a heritage family – the bakers of famous San Francisco sourdough French bread. Then again, they could be cosa nostra, like the pizza store front operations of New York City, eh?

Note: https://www.greenleft.org.au/node/48999

The Militancy of Micro Management

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Sometime during a bitter cold February afternoon I sat uncomfortably in a glass enclosed interior conference room at Rockefeller Center. I was present as an unpaid board member of a substantial environmental #NGO. It was a faked smiley meeting of small souls and constrained brains but I had committed to serve (pro bono) the board as communications advisor. Being an aspiring humanist near an altar of ego stupidity is freaky. During the same period I was also a volunteer negotiator for the Graphic Artists Guild (#GAG, another acronym ya gotta luv) and the consciousness contrast between the two orgs was wider than the Texas panhandle or the gap in Limbaugh’s brain.

The artsy group was fun and creative solution conclusions were barely embittered nor did they turn revengeful. As we settled disputes between commercial artists and giants of the communication industry – pub houses, ad agencies, media powerhouses, and Fortune 500 marketing depts. – the parley treatments were satisfying for me and semi-disconcerting to the parties. Issues were about money, performance, and copyrights. My subordinate beast of a position with the enviro group was worse than twenty sequential visits in twenty days to a dentist. I continue to cringe every time i hail a cab to midtown #Manhattan.

That blustery post-Valentine’s day the tedious morning dragged on as I sipped Constant Comment tea, noshed on a shortbread scone and looked like i was listening. I had a recording device going, unbeknown to the legal dept. My stealth restlessness was not projected unless you could see the toes caught in my suede #Ferragamo flats – twitching. One of the older class acts at the table i admired, the remainder were harpy nagging complainers hung up on power tripping, cost of everything, and feathering their guilt nests applying BandAides via the cheapest air drops possible.

Working inside action packed #news rooms ruins one for life. The #Absurdism of reporting tragedies (comic operas) requires one unroll a prayer rug of humor, take up pool playing, and/or eventually succumb to stress keeling over in walking boots while in the field. Today, suffering complications from cirrhosis has declined in the media due to health plans allowing 28-days at a rehab and unions demanding folks piss in a cup. Freelancers working in communications are still f*cked. They receive neither retirement bennies nor #Obamacare but their eulogies are usually works of art.

The #greenies in Rocky II fit no particular genre except they bought their way onto a big time enviro NGO board. I functioned as token escapee from Mad Ave. who was also a respected bi-coastal birder and white paper writer. Chiefs at the enviro table were neither generous conciliators nor particularly versed in the ways and wonders of wild places and wild things. I was convinced they also fell into the Bush baby super market blind spot – none knew the price of milk let alone the cost of renting in SOHO. They acted above it all – because they were.

The guiding lesson I integrated during the 12-month internment on the enviro board was threefold: 1) I needed to materialize a Komodo dragon-lady or transgender with larger fangs and longer painted claws; 2) soul-asleep moguls awash in generational culpability are nasty clones no matter if in “service” to a greenie or foreign policy board; and, 3) a jerk is a jerk no matter how many birds are falsely added to their life list, or which side of the Pal and Israhell issue they inhabit.

From this year long sentence my working perspective about committee efforts ritualized. From then on I watched do-gooders in all types of orgs (including political) without judgment or with much respect. They seemed to be a needy lot (yet, some very stylishly attired) with self-reproach more an unrecognized motivator than compassion considered. They liked to bump up against the system deploying the same tools the system does never realizing what was sorely needed was a total rebuild of human interaction otherwise mass trainspotting will kill us all.

The last couple of days – here from the hut – a dear friend’s reminder “no good deed goes unpunished” has rung way too many times. God’s sense of humor is of conscience design?

#Writers who have broken from the gate too many times are their own worse blameworthy critics and obsessive editors. Yet, we have one tiny tool to stifle the bitches on wheels and the basturds from Bablyon – hit the delete button. I learned this from farming, gardening, and sitting in Rocky Center. Life is about letting go, not hanging on.

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http://www.nycaudubon.org/manhattan-birding/central-park

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. http://thrivalroom.com/understand-israeli-palestinian-apartheid-11-graphics/)

http://www.liberationgraphics.com/ppp/salma.html

Fair Warning – We Aren’t Going to Take It Anymore

Any hostility exhibited toward me will reap you the following: an immediate report and if necessary, authorities; screen shots; and, then blocked. Sequestered crackers need to leave the building. This is not pandering to fears, yours or mine. Nor is this to be inferred i am firing weapons of fear, reactionary or by original intent. Fedbook (#Facebook)is doing a piss poor job to secure its meta-matrix – its polices are capricious in application.

Those of us who are the noisy ones (#writers, #activists, #journos, #politicos, #artists, #Screen shot 2015-05-24 at 12.49.07 AMmusicians, and avid posters of facts) refuse to be bullied. The pro-peace citizenry lobby today includes millions attempting to investigate, research, and uncover the reality. We are not enemies of any state. To demonize us is ridiculous. To call me a traitor is insane. None of us will fall to the Weapons of Mass Fear (WMFs).

The free press and social consciousness creatives working in a free space known as the world-wide web will not be intimidated. The more high-handed lies and imperious tactics and slams pushed out to engage us to ditch our ongoing coverage only fires up the solidarity belly of justice seekers and freedom fighters. For those without the huevos to come out from the shadows your attack mode is seen even in its abject of timorousness. We are the superior intelligence both overt and covert.

The bold technologically savvy far outweighs demoralized offensive surveillance state workers.

If this notice is not understandable, go get a dictionary and consider it a writer’s gift of vocabulary building.

Punishing and censorship are the acts of suppression by fascists. #Netizens shape the news now, not the piddle stream. They follow you and me for their leads.

It is distressing the ‘news’ content no longer comes from the news room as cheapness rules. I maintain a free society without its tenacious watchdogs narrows the discourse to propaganda. I am not alone. We are legion.

Further, I contend we have no right to hand down a #democracy so altered by apathy, greed, and fear it is unrecognizable by future generations. The system’s rigged game is altered with public outcry and social media is our channel. Speak up. Inform yourself. Support the truth.

Be Paul Revere