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Comment by John-Michael P. Talboo on November 6, 2008 at 1:26pm

Yes We Can!

Comment by Erle Frayne Argonza on October 16, 2008 at 7:49am

Gracious Day! I'm no American, but I did live in California for a year. I support your advocacy for your retaking of America. i hope you won't forget the Native Americans in the advocacy, and consider providing the same ethnicities a lead role in your remaking of America into a new, free society. I will share blog posts about the USA, being an economist & mystic who's a US observer. As mystic, I am in touch with the souls of Lincoln & JFK, and they are very very disturbed at the turn of events there, they do request me to pep up the people of America in any way I can. Carpe Diem!.... Guru Ra / Bro. Erle (Manila guru/yogi)

Comment by Karoly Domonyi on October 13, 2008 at 11:44pm

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Comment by Martin Wilbur Hanson (UUA1) on July 1, 2008 at 9:33pm

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Comment by Vincent Myron Cailteux on June 27, 2008 at 7:59pm

Feeling the sealing of the roof of the dealing. Piled high the lie of the common foresight. A seethe of the 1950’s what we find inside my blab of words to commit myself to a promise of destitution in prostituting the oscillation ohm. Who can comedy away a laughter of my cigarette in the lungs of the oral and phallic fixating habit of self-suicide? I should quit smoking. I should just quit. Who can know what it means to be me. Or how hard is really is to just let go of my board annoyance. Or of the empower less fixations of my normal viewing.
Their comes a moment when I start to say fuck everything. It doesn’t really mean a pile of dirty kitty litter, as the corona is placed next and the Barbie Ken doll wannabes relax in their pile of high lies down next to the martini umbrella plastic sun.
Masking fun with the husk of our dawn to the reality of dust and crown of thorns. We are done. Poison tip passed off as your cure. Falling in line waiting for salvation and receiving death paid and bought. Secured and assured by the salesmen of death. We hold on bleeding fingers to piano cords of hope resonating until we choke ourselves with its tension.
Slumping over our common foresight the bodies fall in vanity and vain of translucent spells woven together by reptiles. Slipping our toungs seethe ring and slither it’s abomination of mire’s father. Convincing us that their sickness is the cure. Abandon what you love! All for the greater good, just sacrifice your life to the god of Barbie ken plastic sun. Slip away to ignorance. It’s so easy.
So easy to let go. Sheeple steeple people pass away the day of comfort on the way to oblivion’s love. Mire’s father of hero worship blind by the plastic coating and corona moaning of blind stupor of two many miller high lives reminiscing upon the previous day and no future to speak of.
Loving it for what it is. Eclipse of the woe worlding in twirling spirals spun our minds into our brains until there is just the crushing weight too late. Judgment made so harsh and cold the dawn of our ending. Sitting high in their black dresses and white undergarments as if they are angels and we, simple slime. Crud of the world off tilt spinning sideways as the destabilizing vertigo has made us undone. Reduced to numbers and diagrams our future lay out and printed blue of tall bombs hugging nuclear arms fuck holocaust dreams of evil men blind by Barbie plastic magazines subscribed to as hopeless.

Comment by Ray Thomas on June 25, 2008 at 11:02pm

Authority and power (sovereignty) is held by the people of our nation, The United States of America, thus, responsibility, for the actions of our representative servants, is ours as individual Americans. Failure to prosecute violations of Constitutional Law is dereliction of sovereignty. As one American, I demand compliance with the Law of the Land. I address this demand to "We the People" and every delegate holding office under The Constitution of The United States of America.

Comment by TOTMs..homeless joe on June 24, 2008 at 2:41pm

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Comment by shirls on June 21, 2008 at 9:51am

thanks for inviting me to join up

Comment by FreeSpiritRunning on June 21, 2008 at 9:21am

Oh, Wado {ty} for the invite to this very special group, Phoenix! It is great, and Hello to everyone here also!
Love, love, loved the video for Freedom! I must agree with Pete, it should be shown in all the schools for our children that are up & coming to know what's up!
Your poem has touched my soul Fifi, thank you for sharing sweetie...Mayor McChill, excellent photo & thank you for sharing! Thanks for the site Phoenix...
"Mitakuye Oyasin" {we are one}....We the People, by the People, for the People...is the way it should be, yes!
Much love & respect to all in the Universe...Dohiyi {peace} to us all, FreeSpiritRunning...xxxooo

Comment by Fifi Leigh on June 21, 2008 at 2:52am

Check out this political christmas poem....

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE-BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF A FAR DISTANT LAND.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF OSAMA BIN LADEN,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

HE LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT AND ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE-BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A REBELLIOUS INTRUDER.

WAS THIS THE ENEMY
OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THAT ALL THOSE DEAD BODIES
THAT I HAD SEEN THAT NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO BUSH, CHENEY AND RICE,
AS WELL AS THE SOLDIERS WHO WERE DRAFTED TO FIGHT.

SOON AROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD SUFFER,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD DIE
OR RUN FOR COVER.

THEY ALL SUFFERED HARDSHIP AND DEATH
EACH DAY OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF BUSH, CHENEY, RICE AND THE SOLDIERS
AS WELL AS THIS PERSON LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY DEAD,
IN THIS FARAWAY LAND
FILLED WITH DEATH, HATE AND SADDAM'S SEVERED HEAD.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND I STARTED TO CRY.

THE MAN AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE";

I FIGHT FOR MY FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY LAND AND MY HOME."

THE MAN ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I WANTED TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT,
THIS WAR FILLED WITH HATE, GREED AND CORRUPTION
BUT INSTEAD I WATCHED MANY STRONG MEN WHO WERE WILLING TO STAY AND FIGHT.

THEN THE MAN ROLLED OVER CRYING,
AS I HEARD A SOFT VOICE FROM HIGH ABOVE,
WHISPER, "IN THE NAME OF GOD,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, THE DAY OF PEACE AND LOVE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HANNUKKA, AND HAPPY RAMATHAN, MY FRIENDS, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

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