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Crayon Box Kids

I know you’re busy. I realize that wasting time on this crayon box shit them idiots been carrying around for years, or a check, is tired. It’s past ignorance if that’s possible. I understand you have to work, take care of family and spend time with friends, but you have to take a minute.

We let these bastards run their mouth to long. Yeah, it wasn’t worth it to shut them up, but it ended up being like the child that was never disciplined and suddenly became too big for everyone’s britches. Now these little idiot actually have folks convinced their legit and he brought the playground with him.

I know you hear about colors that matter and wonder why. Just like I wonder about geeks who are so afraid of the dark they take their sheets outside with them so they can keep their minds hidden under their sheets.

We shut these fucks up for a minute, but they ain’t going away. We knew this and moved on not realizing folks would find dollars in the pockets of sagging pants. We didn’t realize the sheets would get folded up and put away for hair styles. Who knew that these miedra ignorante would steal the cowboys bandana to wipe their ass instead of sweat from a hard days work.

They’re all the same. Like some adolescent bitch in heat they dress up, fix their hair, and show their ass like it’s some booty for mentally incapacitated hood rats who colors kids white, black, brown or red like pit bulls in a whelping box. Who knew we would end up listening to these feminized men trying to emasculate jewelry and fashion to entertain their Momma’s through an audience of baby Momma’s raising little man.

I can’t understand the toothless bastard stealing flags and soldiers medals to paint their town white. Even crazier, there’s a chicken shit cracker eating desk jockey out there buying this fool the paint and brushes as long as he don’t tell no one. You know the one, he has masks and dollars to masquerade as a leader, he cut his teeth in a church building that could only produce a spirit with white robes.

I know you’re out there quietly shaking your head like me. I know you see through the race hustle like I do. Usted ve la ignorancia. We are humans. We left our crayon boxes in elementary school. We aren’t fools lost in some world of physical attributes as power, our power is seeing through bandanas, sheets, and feminized male fashion.

Now we have to speak to those cultures trying to usurp our efforts and failures as their excuse for choosing to get theirs. These micro cultures within our diverse country don’t deserve a voice when they start screaming like little man in Walmart trying to get a new toy. We need to understand for them they’ve been a political bitch for decades to a movement that will stoop to any level to create a vote.

These political pariahs don’t support the poor, they exploit the govt assistance chasing hood rats and their colorful offspring for entertainment. They don’t care about the immigrant that’s no longer Mexican, and will never be American. They make movies about drugs, bandanas, and guns. They don’t care about the poor folks of all colors, they pit us against each other using false stats and cops who work for spineless administrators who don’t know the first thing about leadership. And we fall for the ruse, folks believe there’s a race problem because they are still the political bitch and don’t know the difference between cultures and race.

Old folks say just cause you’re poor don’t mean you have to be dirty. I say just cause we’re poor we don’t mean we have to be ignorant. The more we study, or research, the more we realize them folks ain’t that smart anyway.

Rise above the ignorance. Take control of your reality. Understand that your people are in your circle and anybody trying to represent better step back. A real man don’t let no bitch dressed up acting represent him. We stand tall in our own boots and sandals. We stand with our sons and daughters, wives and parents, as an example of a free man. Free physically and mentally from any influence of dollars or comforts we ain’t earned. We ain’t no particular color, we’re a particular character, and we’re calling Ya’all out!

Postmodernism is Nothing

I’ve been confused about this postmodernism movement and how it came about. I started being suspicious when those 60’s and 70’s feminist and separatist popped up again, I thought I was done with them. I was really hopeful if never hear “Dylan” again!

It seems the watershed moment was the “gay marriage” movement. That opened the door for those idiots to attack government, science, and religion at full speed, they made some progress too.

One of the key strategies of these yawhoos is to convince folks that there’s no such thing as truth. This is fundamental to them attacking religion with the support of atheist. It helped them push the “gay narrative” by adding LGBT to their agenda. Feminist could latch on unknowingly proclaiming that it’s a crime to display male characteristics. Ethnic groups could cry foul about white males running the country by finding every black man shot and blow the narrative up to some hyperbolic frenzy about police brutality. Poor folks could justify their poverty by finding a couple corrupt white dudes with power.

The postmodernist gain some attention because the extreme right and left in this country created a void where radical and foreign forces could start a dialog, neither of these groups are good for America.

Make no mistake, this movement was orchestrated by the postmodernist utilizing the media to exaggerate the divide in the country. Hell, being a protester became a paid profession, if that ain’t suspicious I don’t know what is. Not to mention the fact that where you’re sitting right now there were no problems of the nature they’re espousing.

Think of it like a group of directors creating a movie unbeknownst to the actors. They just guide a few folks towards a perceived injustice, pay a couple actors to create the scene, then have some covert yuppie get a few minutes air time and “bladow”, you got a movement. They did this with race, gender, science and technology all to further their narrative that there is nothing true.

The narratives make sense sometimes. Like 9/11. The way those towers fell was suspicious. The only problem is you can’t take those 3 planes full of terrorists out of the air. They capitalize on this suspicion by finding the dollars made at war and claiming foul play, which their most certainly is. However, review casualty counts of our wars and compare them. Those dollars made on war save lives on both sides.

Some folks say that our aggression is greedy, or subversive. I hope it is. If you can justify the atrocities in these backwards nations by complaining about the amount of money we’re recouping you probably wear a “Che” t-shirt and are sad you couldn’t meet Fidel before he hopefully choked to death.

There are truths in this world. No matter how you divide consciousness or attack the ego for driving the train you’ll alway be the id. And it’s children who are suppose to live in the realm of fantasy.

Truth is concrete. You can live without a God. You can live without science and dream of nothingness so you don’t have to do anything. You can live without law believing karma will make it all right. You can even sit on a desert rock cross legged to find something interesting to say. That’s the beauty of America. We’ll be there to protect you while you do nothing but try to ruin 200 years of progress in the world. We won’t let you succeed, but you can have your own “American Dream”, something you can’t do most other places.

The postmodernist movement is a lingering side effect of the avant guards attempt to subvert America. Back in the day they used the entertainment industry. The problem now is that other institutions in our nation have weakened and became complacent.

These folks think socialism should replace capitalism. They are to young not to be influenced by those older yuppies who thought they could create a utopia by doing nothing sharing the labors of others. We shut them up with progress back then, and we’ll do it again. Just remember they don’t dress like hippies now, they have suits and ties and will lie about their intentions to attain power. That’s why they have no problems with the Muslim faiths belief that attaining for Allah is something you do at any cost. He or she isn’t necessarily white either, he could be a black man at the right place at the right time.

Either way destruction of my freedom is what they want to achieve. So step up your game and stay aware of your surroundings. The revolutionary with a crazy intent isn’t the danger, it’s the friend or family member who buys into shit they don’t even study about who’s trouble, and they don’t realize it till it’s to late, like the “Kool-Aide” folks.

Kill Boomer

Boomer, what an asshole. Nobody ever really liked him. He was some quasi hippie/Brady kid who ended up taking a corporate position where he bought into the “American Dream” mostly to be cool, or know someone who he could feed off. He never was a hippie, but went to “Woodstock” on money he borrowed from his parents cause he heard everyone would get laid.

The problem with “Boomer” is he’s a pariah. He isn’t a leader, rather a follower with enough dollars and status to have a say. Begrudgingly the avant guard tolerates him for the mutual benefit, he becomes wealthier and more powerful and they gain some legitimacy.

I got this headache reading an article on “Trump” not hearing the music. I knew the deal as soon as he kept mentioning “Dylan” and the Nobel literature prize. By now, due to Nobel board members confessing, we know there is a political consideration that goes with winning this award. After Obama won his it was obvious that the award was sometimes awarded for what the Nobel committee hoped the recipient would accomplish. So in the end the prize is part of the avant guard’s movemen to influence culture in countries they’ve never visited, except vicariously.

Boomer isn’t interested in the prize. He’s more interested in influencing who gets the award. Then he’ll hold that award over the recipients head and coerce him /her into attending parties where the recipient can elevate the influence Boomer has over the award they’re having the celebration for. It’s always about Boomer.

By now, Boomer has influenced hippies, yuppies, techies and any other “ie” you can imagine. He sits atop an imaginary throne in a housecoat looking at the photo’s in old issues of his Playboy collection dreaming he was a young man when Marilyn was still high.

This “liberal” movement has an unchanging history of some quasi. Socialist utopia where everyone can paint, sculpt, or play in a band. There is no money, folks barter with wine and “doobies” for sex and services. Like the guy from Canada who started this rant with his article, they all would live in a community named Habitat 101 and share common fallacies by dragging up ancient philosophies and twisting them into a yoga that only celebrates how you can contort your body.

The danger of Boomer is he’s still alive. We should have kept Abraham, Martin, and John and laid waste to Boomer. We all would be chanting to a different chakra today.

Anyway, watch out for this dude. He morphs easily into many different forms. If you see him hit the gas or give him a shove on the escalator. If you need an alibi call me. I’ll testify he was just an old guy to slow to get out of everyone’s way. I’ll tell them I was afraid this would happen because he rarely considered his actions past the effect they had on himself, and therefore put an enormous strain on his cou… I mean friends, if you could call them that. I’ll testify he has made enemies of his friends, but bought favor, therefore creating an infinite number of enemies.

Once he’s gone we can reign in the avant guard and put them in some art therapy classes in a community we’ll call habitat 69. We can paint the wall around it psychedelic and hand out some “window pane” for breakfast. Then we can finally appease these idiots without too much undue stress on our trip.

Social Media Butterflies

When your taught to be a victim you will find evidence to support your persona in every facet if life. Worse than your fears, your dreams will be painted with suspicion and doubt. From here you define everyone in your path coloring the world gray. There are more folks out there interested in creating fear than there are seeking the truth that has set folks free of the ignorance, so be careful you don’t become the fool.

A long time ago I heard the phrase, “fix yourself first”. This is important. It’s hard to view the world through an objective lens today. It’s difficult to be a part of social media and put that aside when you engage the world. I can pick up immediately now when someone has painted a social media collage. Dealing with these folks is easier now. This is where patience come in to play.

When you hear someone regurgitating a political story, exaggerating a war story, or racing to a quip about someone’s life matters I immediately think 360 degrees. Both sides of any issue are dramatically increased on social media. It actually borders on hyperbole, and in some cases is. This is where your research pays off, and I’m not referring to news agencies. You can’t study a symptom and come up with a cure for an illness.

Another important step for me is confidence. If I’ve looked at all sides of an issue and understand it’s origins past a dramatic lens I can talk more intelligently about it. This creates a confidence where I can discuss something without having a side, that doesn’t mean there isn’t a side or I don’t hold opinions, it just means I’m seeking the truth not a side.

What this process has taught me is there are folks out there promoting racial division, people from all races. There are folks out their promoting anarchy against the system. There are folks out there creating animosity against Christianity. Most importantly there are folks who are mesmerized by the drama and will get you caught up in the ignorance before you realize they “gotcha”!

Take time to listen, understand that news isn’t information, it’s propaganda designed to appeal to emotions, and it’s working. The unfortunate reality is research doesn’t happen in real time, data does. It takes time to sort out relevant variables and by then a million new stories have captivated the brains of the masses.

For me those headlines, tag lines, and breaking stories should be considered starting points if you’re interested enough to discuss them rather than talk about them. Otherwise just be quiet and don’t be part of the fray. This phenomena can be viewed by so called educated folks, so if you are not institutionally educated don’t be fooled by some academic initials or institutions.

We are born to think. It’s critical to our survival and has been since we were hanging out in caves amazed by fire. The minute you stop thinking you’re gonna be a victim, and in turn victimize others with your ignorance. Be careful what you listen to and what you say, some folks talk and listen with intention.

Island

Now, more than ever, you must be an island. The wind and waves are foul. The warmth is a false blanket for shivering in the rain. Storms come and go, and even though the sun will shine again, it will be on debris.

I listen to the thunder and the crashing of waves intently. All I hear is noise. You can’t learn from wind and water fighting to be heard, all you ever get is wet and cold.

This is separate from chaos or anarchy. They have a purpose, a goal to attain. This storm lacks the elements to become nothing more than a nuisance. Nothing can become of noise without a coherent voice.

It’s not enough to stay indoors and create a drama from what unfolds behind sliding glass doors and vomit into the glow of a glass brain. You have to free your mind from that fish bowl.

Step away, find an anchor on high ground where the noise is distant. Find that place where you can see the storm for what it is. Stay above the fray and when you feel the spray of the crashing foam, move higher. Stay on firm ground.

As time passes and the storm subsides you can watch the different elements and how they recede or sweep away the debris. Once you know how the storm develops, devastates, and departs you’ll know better how to fortify your island.

From this point forward you won’t be fooled by soft breezes or passing clouds. You’ll see right through the surf into the churning froth underneath. And when the storm comes you’ll be prepared for the truth. It’s just weather. Blue skies and sunshine are alway glimmering above the tantrums of nature.

I am an island. I am is more than a statement. I am is a manifesto that I created the land I stand on and although forces beyond me may revolve around this earth, this place is mine and nothing can shake my resolve that truth is like the sun, ever present and undying even when it’s clouded by the nature of others.

Inflated Glory

In the confines of obese rooms and bodies they spew out green words like, ” the greater good” to justify their evils. Poor folk know their ain’t no ‘greater good”.

In laboratories and dark barns they created a cash cow. Now our rich folks are lithe while our poor folks are fattened up. “Your health is important”, they say while they count the dollars and blessings from checks with corporate logos adorning the back like coupon packs.

Out in nature surrounded by life and decay they sit in plastic molds eating banquets while discussing hunger and homelessness. “The downtrodden” they sing with beautiful voices collecting blessings and dollars to continue the conversation in another season.

Poverty is the clothe that polishes the middle class brass. They need the fabric of our existence to add to their arsenal of denial that they to are supply in the demand of the wealthy.

We don’t hide in our trash, we recycle it in the hopes there’s a Diamond in the ruff. Life is equal in the end. One mans Ferrari is another mans Corvette, and another’s mans truck, all are aspiring. This is how we stand proud in our position.

So we’ll continue to build calluses and joy in our labors. Thanks to technology you are becoming our spare time. Entertaining the “downtrodden” with your deeds and intent while we sit back with our own economy and enjoy thanksgiving with family and friends without a dollar.

You can continue in your belief that death will be more glamorous or fruitful and we’ll keep watching your heirs squander your inheritance until one day we’re all sitting around once again talking, not about how your wealth served you, but how you served your wealth for a lie. Our time was always here, patiently waiting for your return.

Silence is Guilded

I was thinking the other day about the old saying “Silence is Golden”, I think they should add the next line from the song to perfectly juxtapose the sentiment from today’s popular belief.

The second line reads “But my eyes still see.”. For ever “silence is Golden” meant just that, quiet was peaceful, thoughtful. After looking back I see that I was way off base, and although I kinda believe these young folks today are a bunch of “feelings freaks” trying to pull off some retro reunion with a twist, talking is something they do well.

Folks around my age (55) get real uncomfortable around these younger folks talking about sensitive topics. You see, “back in the day” you didn’t talk about “things”, and if you did it was in a round a bout way that preserved decorum.

Take sleeping around, this was a common occurrence, but you didn’t talk about it. Some woman were “floozy’s” or “hussy’s”, but the conversation ended silently with a nod or pursed lips!

A drunk back in my day didn’t lay up in public for more than a couple hours passed out on the lawn. Most folks drank, but worked to keep the alcohol flowing. If they had a rough spell it was usually out of town and they didn’t return till they were up on there game again. The woman just survived on “Martini’s” which made being a drunk elegant.

We all had Uncles or cousins we knew to stay away from cause “child’s play” was serious back in the day. Older men dated younger girls, mostly poorer children, but they were “taken care of”.

Addiction didn’t even have a name, but was alive and well. It was “white crosses”, “Librium”, “Darvon”, and a host of other pills that helped saddle the housewife to an outdated social structure.

Today all these ills and more are out there for “public consumption”. I may not agree with how this is occurring, but I firmly believe it will someday be refined and make society better. These “little idiots” may not have a healthy work ethic like “back in the day”, but they are in touch with their feelings for sure.

There were big woman back then struggling to get into small clothes. They did it with style though. Their hair to their shoes were an everyday consideration and they didn’t come out of the house when it wasn’t. Men for the most part wore their stomachs with pride.

When you consider all the abuses today: drugs, alcohol, food, sex, even attention; maybe this talking thing really has a place in the healing of society. Not talking about “things” kept the “1out of 3 silent”. It caused Uncle Joe to suddenly pass at an early age of alcoholism cause he just had “a taste for liquor”! Silence kept millions of addicts looking down on “pot heads” and “Horse addicts” through their prescriptions lens.

So if you’re one of those that feel folks shouldn’t put theirselves out there celebrating overcoming some addiction or problem in the social realm remember there’s that other line out there in the “Silence is Golden” verse; “But my eyes still see”. So if you see a problem and choose silence, or overcome an obstacle and “keep it in the closet” you’re really pretty selfish. In fact you’re part of the problem. So don’t shut up, talk. These “little idiots’ ain’t stupid when it comes to seeing through you, “the jig is up”!!!