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HAZMAT

Photo credit: DRYLANDProductions We call ourselves civilized buying what we’re told we need throwing it ‘away’ with ease look what we’ve become, the sum of our life’s work is garbage we surf man-made waves and our bellies are filled with … Continue reading

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Our God

Why do we wonder how it is things got this bad when they have long been   from the moment we transformed ourselves into I and auctioned off men   and began hoarding wheat and grain, butter and bread just … Continue reading

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A New Consumer!

It begins at birth buy blue, buy pink, they all toast a new consumer!  

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As The Rich Cast Lots For Our Souls

A lot of Americans are unhappy and unhealthy simply because there is no profit in happiness or in health a few people accumulate massive wealth from just the opposite nor does sobriety fit into the profit motive there is only … Continue reading

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Certain Days

On certain days, blind patriotism is quite alright an over-the-top display of nationalism is perfectly fine a couple times a year, hawks can proudly soar above eagles, (no room in the sky for doves) and all jingoists can come out … Continue reading

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Spangled

You might think that we’re free, because of pawns sacrificed but for millions of people, it’s long been darkness, no gleaming What we see now is par, though an unseemly sight on the TV’s we watch, and the internet streaming … Continue reading

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Uncle Sam’s Muslim Ban

We want to ban Muslims from coming to America because it is a lot more socially acceptable for Uncle Sam to kill them when they are in their own countries rather than here in America unless, of course, they are … Continue reading

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Hay For The Royal Horses

The villagers stood around screaming, “The village is burning” and there they were, standing around looking at the fire doing nothing but screaming. “Put this fire out now!!!” they demanded of the King who, far off in the distance was … Continue reading

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When Pigs Cry

The pigs have begun to cry now at the sight of the lambs being devoured by the predators but what about the sheep what about the cows what about all those goats and the horses the cats and the dogs … Continue reading

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My Father Is Like America

He tried, is what I tell myself. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, he had a horrible, deadbeat father and a crazy mother and he had the best of intentions, and he wanted to run away from his … Continue reading

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