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We perpetuate heartbreak culture, teaching girls the man who holds her loves her despite the bruises, or it was her fault; she looked older. We fetishes shoulders, prize youth from the young in return for pre-chewed gum, swallowing down the same tired ideals from those who still wield them like flags, waving their patriotism on poles of bone before a throne of medieval ******** They chant mantras with beer stained breath about how 'our' country 'bested' the rest, but what about the brutality? The blood split on foreign soil in return for prehistoric oil? Our land is deemed pure so long as the violence on our hands never reaches our shores, but the ocean is red and staining our sands. How can you have pride in a country who's sole identity is based off having the worlds largest navy? Congratulations. You bombed your way through countless continents, collecting cultures to gather dust on pedestals and alters We sin on Sundays, drink till we're ****** then wave at the seven deadly's (they don't apply to us here). We teach preschoolers nationalism before they can walk, indoctrinate our children before they can talk. George killed the dragon. Hood gave to the poor. we all jumped on the bandwagon before we realised the princess had no choice and the rich still ruled. There was no voice in the tale for those whose wail could be ignored. What about those without lines in the script? Those kicked to the curb, then kicked from it? Our pavements have no room for nonconformists, they're tailored to for same mind, same mindless wanderer, squandering on the lasted polyesters even though that mouth on the street hasn't eaten in over a week. 'God save the Queen' from the vermin; the homeless have been tossed out of the trash. Why help them when you could save your cash by turning a blind? After all, out of sight, out of mind. Welcome to England, we hope you like what you find Because we’re not changing it.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
Britain
We perpetuate heartbreak culture, teaching girls the man who holds her loves her despite the bruises, or it was her fault; she looked older. We fetishes shoulders, prize youth from the young in return for pre-chewed gum, swallowing down the same tired ideals from those who still wield them like flags, waving their patriotism on poles of bone before a throne of medieval ******** They chant mantras with beer stained breath about how 'our' country 'bested' the rest, but what about the brutality? The blood split on foreign soil in return for prehistoric oil? Our land is deemed pure so long as the violence on our hands never reaches our shores, but the ocean is red and staining our sands. How can you have pride in a country who's sole identity is based off having the worlds largest navy? Congratulations. You bombed your way through countless continents, collecting cultures to gather dust on pedestals and alters We sin on Sundays, drink till we're ****** then wave at the seven deadly's (they don't apply to us here). We teach preschoolers nationalism before they can walk, indoctrinate our children before they can talk. George killed the dragon. Hood gave to the poor. we all jumped on the bandwagon before we realised the princess had no choice and the rich still ruled. There was no voice in the tale for those whose wail could be ignored. What about those without lines in the script? Those kicked to the curb, then kicked from it? Our pavements have no room for nonconformists, they're tailored to for same mind, same mindless wanderer, squandering on the lasted polyesters even though that mouth on the street hasn't eaten in over a week. 'God save the Queen' from the vermin; the homeless have been tossed out of the trash. Why help them when you could save your cash by turning a blind? After all, out of sight, out of mind. Welcome to England, we hope you like what you find Because we’re not changing it.
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They cry for Nationalism and they seek purity but all they will find is ****** and pride We all want our individuality We all want our sense of being However, these fanatic imbeciles do not realise that in order to achieve individuality we need to achieve understanding in being an individual.
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Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
White Pride
By the 1960s, a disillusionment with Nationalism and war was permeating within the public consciousness. Man: jazz. Jazz! Everything sounds like jazz when you lend your hears an oscilloscope. You know what j-a-z-z sounds like? Well, it’s sweet, serendipitous or nonsensical, nihilistic. Modern in stainless steel or anachronistic in brass. Jazz! So what? Jazz sounds like anything that’s everything and vice versa. It’s a limb of that omniscient looker up and over: the tune itself. Oh, the tune? It’s what lies between your fingers when you’re writing, forging, loving, giving, perishing. You strut with the frequency of a conduit, but an unaware one at that. A change is gonna come in mere years, I know that much. Everyone will be deloused in the pain of the world; Mother Sympathy for all, even the charlatans who hide behind their crimson fur! All I’m saying is, whoever brings it ought to be from this place. I can’t fathom a recalcitrant extraterrestrial handling our own business at the expense of their planet’s water supply. I’m excited for whatever comes, believe me. So long as it ends me and with me.
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
Divine Interjection
Timbeck Tyu,  Timbeck Tyu Great City Timbeck Tyu Coloured Walls Nicely Painted Arts and Drawing Everywhere Artifacts on every crossing People's representatives feel like king Magnificient buildings here and there Bridges and flyover everywhere Toll tax booth here and there Statues standing everywhere Banners hanging here and there Hoardings, posters everywhere Malls and Hotels here and there Dance Bars and Casinos everywhere Citizens always in Crisis Struggling with poverty Economical condition bad Politicians has gone mad Nationalism in Slogans Here and there hooligans Real nationalist are renamed They are called anti-nationals Corruption is on the peak You need license to speak Crowd imposes censorship System respects the crowd Mouse catches the Crow Everything on the show Real news not covered Real issues are untouched Fake news are implanted Press and Media on sale Laws are being twisted Burden of proof shifted Culprits are honoured Innocents are hanged Farmers are in debts Their families are starving They can't even pay their loans Neither Principal nor interest They either commit suicide or land in jail for not paying loans Hospital competing with hotels Doctors busy in making money Patients treatment is on Sale Get cured only if you pay Stray Animals on the rise What you can do if you cry? Black money in circulation White money is called pollution Rapes, Murders and theft on rise Law and order is on the papers Lawyers are with Politicians Politicians are with Criminals Criminals are with the Police Police is with the Capitalists Only the God is with the victims That too only, if he really exists Population almost exploding Environment full of pollution Fights and quarrels here and there Religion and faith always on stake Caste and Classes everywhere Race and Religion everywhere Common people struggling for food Saints consuming wine and drugs Rallies and protests uprising The system has turned deaf Goddess of law weeping and bleeding Judges busy in process law and rules Timbeck Tyu,  Timbeck Tyu Such a great city Timbeck Tyu Have you liked Timbeck Tyu? Want to live in Timbeck Tyu? If you liked, Timbeck Tyu Want to live in Timbeck Tyu First apply for passport in your country Then apply for visa from Timbeck Tyu Hurry Up, Hurry Up, don't be late Visa's are limited so take care
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
Great City
Timbeck Tyu,  Timbeck Tyu Great City Timbeck Tyu Coloured Walls Nicely Painted Arts and Drawing Everywhere Artifacts on every crossing People's representatives feel like king Magnificient buildings here and there Bridges and flyover everywhere Toll tax booth here and there Statues standing everywhere Banners hanging here and there Hoardings, posters everywhere Malls and Hotels here and there Dance Bars and Casinos everywhere Citizens always in Crisis Struggling with poverty Economical condition bad Politicians has gone mad Nationalism in Slogans Here and there hooligans Real nationalist are renamed They are called anti-nationals Corruption is on the peak You need license to speak Crowd imposes censorship System respects the crowd Mouse catches the Crow Everything on the show Real news not covered Real issues are untouched Fake news are implanted Press and Media on sale Laws are being twisted Burden of proof shifted Culprits are honoured Innocents are hanged Farmers are in debts Their families are starving They can't even pay their loans Neither Principal nor interest They either commit suicide or land in jail for not paying loans Hospital competing with hotels Doctors busy in making money Patients treatment is on Sale Get cured only if you pay Stray Animals on the rise What you can do if you cry? Black money in circulation White money is called pollution Rapes, Murders and theft on rise Law and order is on the papers Lawyers are with Politicians Politicians are with Criminals Criminals are with the Police Police is with the Capitalists Only the God is with the victims That too only, if he really exists Population almost exploding Environment full of pollution Fights and quarrels here and there Religion and faith always on stake Caste and Classes everywhere Race and Religion everywhere Common people struggling for food Saints consuming wine and drugs Rallies and protests uprising The system has turned deaf Goddess of law weeping and bleeding Judges busy in process law and rules Timbeck Tyu,  Timbeck Tyu Such a great city Timbeck Tyu Have you liked Timbeck Tyu? Want to live in Timbeck Tyu? If you liked, Timbeck Tyu Want to live in Timbeck Tyu First apply for passport in your country Then apply for visa from Timbeck Tyu Hurry Up, Hurry Up, don't be late Visa's are limited so take care
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**I **** & it's okay because I **** for my country** *Wait no, that was a father that was a son I watched the life ebb from the body of an uncle whose favorite color was green who loved old music. I turned this husband, this pro stone-skipper into less than a corpse; into a statistic a number.* **I **** for my country**
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Nationalism
Long ago, on my unpatriotic ways, with anger patriots turned ablaze. They ill-treated me with words of abuse, even classes on patriotism was of no use. One day patriotic tonic I drank. It made all the difference, to be frank. Now professor of patriotism I've become. To hear my lectures many patriots come. And before my patriotism inspires enemies of North and West and before my nationalism they easily bear and digest and before Chinese people of the North have understood my patriotic lecture's worth and before their Olympians represent Nation of mine and before we get medals in abundance this time and before Pakistanis decide to turn traitors at once, inspired by my patriotic views and my eloquence and before Indians use golden words for me to describe and before my name in history they inscribe and before people start giving me much respect and before my big and large statues they ***** and before my replicas and dolls are put on sale and before I start competing with likes of Gandhi and Patel and before this poetry becomes too patriotic to comprehend with slogan 'Jai Hind ' this patriotic poetry must come to an end.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
Revealed - My Patriotism
I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country that’s done nothing for me. I pledge allegiance to a ticking corporate time bomb, counting down the number of people left outside of its marketing cage. Corporate fat cats full of rage, a million dollars isn’t enough, Give me ten. Corporate law superseding human rights, tying us tight to the system justifying injustice done to us. I pledge allegiance to “by the people for the people”, turned “by the people, for the money”, the fuel of the freedom we value so highly as to put a price tag on it as if that is an acceptable measure of its worth, How can we get much worse than now when there are thousands of people wondering how they are going to survive this month? I pledge allegiance to impossibility highlighted on HD screens, the clarity not giving us a clear view of reality, our beauty is not, Should not, Will not be measured by the numbers on a scale. The girls in the magazines don’t even look like the girls in the magazines, so why don’t we focus on something that can be reached? I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country where being smart enough to expose rapists can have greater consequences than ****** somebody, Where violating firewalls and proxies is worse than violating human bodies. I pledge allegiance to “She was asking for it”, “Boys will be boys”, and “What was she wearing?” When a robbery is committed in a home, the police do not ask if your door was unlocked, or if your laptop was in plain view, So when a robbery is committed on a body, why is that exactly what they do? I pledge allegiance to a country where love is still illegal in 33 states. We are the country of change, so long as nothing changes, I mean Women still get paid lower wages. I pledge allegiance to a place where who you are does not mean you get to be yourself, Where masculinity is blue and being feminine is pink. If you have ever been stared at for wanting to be a rainbow, I will stand by you and stare right back. And I will no longer pledge allegiance to a country consumed by consumerism, Nationalism, Commercialism, Racism, Sexism, Fear. Instead, I will pledge allegiance to the memory of one nation under God, Indivisible, With liberty and justice for all.
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
I Pledge Allegiance (revised)
I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country that’s done nothing for me. I pledge allegiance to a ticking corporate time bomb, counting down the number of people left outside of its marketing cage. Corporate fat cats full of rage, a million dollars isn’t enough, Give me ten. Corporate law superseding human rights, tying us tight to the system justifying injustice done to us. I pledge allegiance to “by the people for the people”, turned “by the people, for the money”, the fuel of the freedom we value so highly as to put a price tag on it as if that is an acceptable measure of its worth, How can we get much worse than now when there are thousands of people wondering how they are going to survive this month? I pledge allegiance to impossibility highlighted on HD screens, the clarity not giving us a clear view of reality, our beauty is not, Should not, Will not be measured by the numbers on a scale. The girls in the magazines don’t even look like the girls in the magazines, so why don’t we focus on something that can be reached? I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country where being smart enough to expose rapists can have greater consequences than ****** somebody, Where violating firewalls and proxies is worse than violating human bodies. I pledge allegiance to “She was asking for it”, “Boys will be boys”, and “What was she wearing?” When a robbery is committed in a home, the police do not ask if your door was unlocked, or if your laptop was in plain view, So when a robbery is committed on a body, why is that exactly what they do? I pledge allegiance to a country where love is still illegal in 33 states. We are the country of change, so long as nothing changes, I mean Women still get paid lower wages. I pledge allegiance to a place where who you are does not mean you get to be yourself, Where masculinity is blue and being feminine is pink. If you have ever been stared at for wanting to be a rainbow, I will stand by you and stare right back. And I will no longer pledge allegiance to a country consumed by consumerism, Nationalism, Commercialism, Racism, Sexism, Fear. Instead, I will pledge allegiance to the memory of one nation under God, Indivisible, With liberty and justice for all.
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Blue skies and apple pies Football games and guns to aim 40 hours of work and fireworks Heteronormativity and conformity White tranquility in the midst of police brutality White terrorism claiming nationalism What is the American Dream? Shutdowns and cages and riches for ages Fascism raises from hateful rampages Families taken away from their own These are a few of Trump's favorite things. What is the American dream? A flag always at half-mast In preparation for the next mass shooting Killing the poor with a minimum wage That can't even afford rent Mocking the people we stole this land from. America the land of the free Construct of the patriarchy Thousands of dollars in medical bills Treating our oceans like landfills. Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light A country so broken the end is in sight. Capitalistic ideals that possess the rich Destroying the poor as we're thrown in a ditch Together we must rise above And show Trump's cult what we're made of.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
The American Dream
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of but I can't be tied to those forever so people forgive and forget I try to forget but still feel bad and I know there are still sore subjects that I should be sensitive about. Scrolling through Reddit I see a post of Māori students at an airport greeting their returning teacher with a traditional Māori war dance which was an admittedly sweet gesture but something didn't sit right with me. I wondered why the students greeting their teacher had to do so through a display of militaristic nationalism I wondered if that was the last dance the Moriori people saw before the Māori genocided them for their resources I wondered if the Māori danced like that as they ***** murdered, and cannibalized the Moriori. Wondering all of this made me ask myself: Why did they have to greet their teacher like that? The students wanted to make a big gesture which dancing is perfect for but dancing can also be vulnerable and embarrassing because people may mock how you express yourself but strangers at the airport are less likely to laugh at you if you're doing a synchronized dance with a group of people and the dancing is recognizably tied to national identity because then it's a culturally rich dance you're a xenophobe for laughing at and that's what nationalism is: strength in numbers and a readymade identity in lieu of an individual personality oftentimes for the sake of pistanthrophobia. So as I read the circlejerking comments on the post I wondered what the difference is between a Māori war dance and a **** salute I guess the Māori people have experienced more oppression than Nazis but nationalism is nationalism and those who have oppressed are oppressors and many who are oppressed would gladly be oppressors given the chance. Nationalism isn't healthy for culture and often isolates people from other cultures that are all combining due to globalization which people fight to preserve their little dances and costumes so we can stay in eternal conflict over delusions of supremacy when the only nationality should be a global one.
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Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 8:41 PM UTC
Nationalism
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of but I can't be tied to those forever so people forgive and forget I try to forget but still feel bad and I know there are still sore subjects that I should be sensitive about. Scrolling through Reddit I see a post of Māori students at an airport greeting their returning teacher with a traditional Māori war dance which was an admittedly sweet gesture but something didn't sit right with me. I wondered why the students greeting their teacher had to do so through a display of militaristic nationalism I wondered if that was the last dance the Moriori people saw before the Māori genocided them for their resources I wondered if the Māori danced like that as they ***** murdered, and cannibalized the Moriori. Wondering all of this made me ask myself: Why did they have to greet their teacher like that? The students wanted to make a big gesture which dancing is perfect for but dancing can also be vulnerable and embarrassing because people may mock how you express yourself but strangers at the airport are less likely to laugh at you if you're doing a synchronized dance with a group of people and the dancing is recognizably tied to national identity because then it's a culturally rich dance you're a xenophobe for laughing at and that's what nationalism is: strength in numbers and a readymade identity in lieu of an individual personality oftentimes for the sake of pistanthrophobia. So as I read the circlejerking comments on the post I wondered what the difference is between a Māori war dance and a **** salute I guess the Māori people have experienced more oppression than Nazis but nationalism is nationalism and those who have oppressed are oppressors and many who are oppressed would gladly be oppressors given the chance. Nationalism isn't healthy for culture and often isolates people from other cultures that are all combining due to globalization which people fight to preserve their little dances and costumes so we can stay in eternal conflict over delusions of supremacy when the only nationality should be a global one.
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oh right...     back in h'america it's called patriotism - but 'ere, over, Here - it's called nationalism... back on the old continent where and when all politics is far-right mantra and then you have your Victoria and Abdul - love the curry... but like the **** said... i'd prefer the aura and sauna of the... don't get me wrong: i love the food... but watching the Indian caste system?    of Indians employing slaves to build their upper-middle-class homes? more tanned? oh, you mean the Sri Lankan or the Bangladeshi poor ******** sorry... i thought all slave owners were white...       no?               oh...                                  alright... **** you then! because? next time you ask... i'll do what the Nazis did to the ******** i'll twist the star of David sideways... exposing the prayer mat and an opened book... and, as far as i am concerned, Islam is equivalent to the bubonic plague... now...    compare the geographic literature and spot the quarantine areas on a map that constitutes Europe. i'd rather die... than fiddle with a phallus for a taste of the Arabian quasi harem orchestra of... absolute... ********   Arabian women? fat hands... their hands are too fat...      they have to inter-breed to get rid of their         farmers' market of fudge fingers and knuckles... Arabian women expose what is the most **** aspect of a woman's body... their hands... Arab women have pork chops for fingers... and i'm not even sorry making this observation...     fatty extensions that you wish could at least succumb to the esteem of a pork head terrine. Arab women can wear their niqab, or whatever the hell they wear... one problem... FAT..... HANDS... FAT.... FINGERS... hell, hide them... these women are worth half the erection's worth in the *********** market of feminine hands... Arab women are no possessed with geisha hands... porcelain architecture... they're not tender... slight, polite... the hands of Arab women are the hands of European women... who have a legitimate sway on arable land, that is fertile with either potatoes or cabbage; well... fat fingers eager to harvest ginger (roots) - what can i say... no matter the diamond, or the European ***** the hand is still looking readily available to milk a ******* camel.
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
karma
oh right...     back in h'america it's called patriotism - but 'ere, over, Here - it's called nationalism... back on the old continent where and when all politics is far-right mantra and then you have your Victoria and Abdul - love the curry... but like the **** said... i'd prefer the aura and sauna of the... don't get me wrong: i love the food... but watching the Indian caste system?    of Indians employing slaves to build their upper-middle-class homes? more tanned? oh, you mean the Sri Lankan or the Bangladeshi poor ******** sorry... i thought all slave owners were white...       no?               oh...                                  alright... **** you then! because? next time you ask... i'll do what the Nazis did to the ******** i'll twist the star of David sideways... exposing the prayer mat and an opened book... and, as far as i am concerned, Islam is equivalent to the bubonic plague... now...    compare the geographic literature and spot the quarantine areas on a map that constitutes Europe. i'd rather die... than fiddle with a phallus for a taste of the Arabian quasi harem orchestra of... absolute... ********   Arabian women? fat hands... their hands are too fat...      they have to inter-breed to get rid of their         farmers' market of fudge fingers and knuckles... Arabian women expose what is the most **** aspect of a woman's body... their hands... Arab women have pork chops for fingers... and i'm not even sorry making this observation...     fatty extensions that you wish could at least succumb to the esteem of a pork head terrine. Arab women can wear their niqab, or whatever the hell they wear... one problem... FAT..... HANDS... FAT.... FINGERS... hell, hide them... these women are worth half the erection's worth in the *********** market of feminine hands... Arab women are no possessed with geisha hands... porcelain architecture... they're not tender... slight, polite... the hands of Arab women are the hands of European women... who have a legitimate sway on arable land, that is fertile with either potatoes or cabbage; well... fat fingers eager to harvest ginger (roots) - what can i say... no matter the diamond, or the European ***** the hand is still looking readily available to milk a ******* camel.
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Hypocracy Mandatory. Gullibility Mandatory. Insensitivity Mandatory. Obesity Mandatory. Immaturity Mandatory. Childishness Mandatory. Monarchy Mandatory. Capitalism Mandatory. Conservatism Mandatory. Terrorism Mandatory. Corruption Mandatory. Incompetence Mandatory. Socialism Mandatory. Dictatorship Mandatory. Militarism Mandatory. Liberalism Mandatory. Bhuddism Mandatory. Islam Mandatory. Christianity Mandatory. Judaism Mandatory. Hinduism Mandatory. Vedism Mandatory. Hatred Mandatory. Anarchy Mandatory. Jealousy Mandatory. Nationalism Mandatory. Fascism Mandatory. Racism Mandatory. Lies Mandatory. Hypocracy Mandatory. Obesity Mandatory. Heart Disease Mandatory. Cancer Mandatory. Idiocy Mandatory. Eco-Nazism Mandatory. All of us Humans. Of all Five Colours. Wherever we be. Whatever we do. However we "see" ourselves. What do we call ourselves now?. How about shallow nitpickers?. Or celebrity obsessed morons?. Or religious hypocrits?. Or Democrats?. Or Socialists?. Or Revolutionaries. Or just plain "nice folks"?. Or supporters of oligarchy  policies?. Or immature backpackers?. Or government assassins of integrity?. Or juicy *********** Or swift tongued ******** ticklers?. no matter how many lie dead or injured as a result of our obfuscation and avoidance. As if poets have the explanation to life except in strings of meaningless associated but fine sounding words. When "poets" are the voluntary slaves of Mind and Conditioned Identity.. As if poets had the ***** to go beyond all these things. As if . Scrape the Moons suface and you will find a delicate Castello Blue Cream Cheese.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Title Optional
Hypocracy Mandatory. Gullibility Mandatory. Insensitivity Mandatory. Obesity Mandatory. Immaturity Mandatory. Childishness Mandatory. Monarchy Mandatory. Capitalism Mandatory. Conservatism Mandatory. Terrorism Mandatory. Corruption Mandatory. Incompetence Mandatory. Socialism Mandatory. Dictatorship Mandatory. Militarism Mandatory. Liberalism Mandatory. Bhuddism Mandatory. Islam Mandatory. Christianity Mandatory. Judaism Mandatory. Hinduism Mandatory. Vedism Mandatory. Hatred Mandatory. Anarchy Mandatory. Jealousy Mandatory. Nationalism Mandatory. Fascism Mandatory. Racism Mandatory. Lies Mandatory. Hypocracy Mandatory. Obesity Mandatory. Heart Disease Mandatory. Cancer Mandatory. Idiocy Mandatory. Eco-Nazism Mandatory. All of us Humans. Of all Five Colours. Wherever we be. Whatever we do. However we "see" ourselves. What do we call ourselves now?. How about shallow nitpickers?. Or celebrity obsessed morons?. Or religious hypocrits?. Or Democrats?. Or Socialists?. Or Revolutionaries. Or just plain "nice folks"?. Or supporters of oligarchy  policies?. Or immature backpackers?. Or government assassins of integrity?. Or juicy *********** Or swift tongued ******** ticklers?. no matter how many lie dead or injured as a result of our obfuscation and avoidance. As if poets have the explanation to life except in strings of meaningless associated but fine sounding words. When "poets" are the voluntary slaves of Mind and Conditioned Identity.. As if poets had the ***** to go beyond all these things. As if . Scrape the Moons suface and you will find a delicate Castello Blue Cream Cheese.
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It must be said Once again No matter how you tire Of sin And hopelessness Where God lives Is love Understanding Selflessness and wisdom The Mahatma Courage Achievement Humility Without rank Without ambition Morality Merit Human Determination Dignity Sacrifice Pain Patience Kindness Principle Standards Where oppression exists There is no God With power Comes differences Rank Superiority Predominance Hierarchy Religion Patriotism Nationalism Jingoism Legacy Birthright Force Class Pride Privilege Hypocrisy Corruption Humiliation Indifference Cruelty Violence War All faiths Should be considered equal Before a God of all faiths Acceptance On Earth You cannot **** God By killing his believer You cannot **** a believer And be loved by God No man or woman Is subservient To another No man or woman Is held above Any other All kneel before the maker Worship No man No victory No wealth No fleeting beauty Honor Charity Empathy Tolerance Diversity Culture Art Justice Freedom Creativity Fairness Deference Humanity Where do you sit? At the head of the table Or at the foot? What do you wish for? Riches? To be respected? To be feared? To be loved? What do they say about you? Do you know? Do you care? Are they fools To be exploited? Is life only for your gain? Can you be trusted? Can they count on you? Or do you count on them For your achievement? For your glory? For your power? For your face to be carved in stone Above men And God? Is that you? Is that what you want?
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Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
A Mahatma Life
Propaganda Propaganda Propaganda Propaganda Repeat Repeat 
 Repeat Repeat The American Way The American Way The American Way The American Way Terrorist Terrorist Terrorist 
 Terrorist Indoctrination Indoctrination   Indoctrination Indoctrination Nationalism Nationalism Nationalism Nationalism
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
Naturalization
Certain men may be pigs, and maybe some feminists take it a bit far, but when it comes to sexism, I certainly don't think it's restricted to *** and when it comes to racism: there's no such thing as race. Far too many **** Sapiens are just ******* vapid and odious when it comes to their personality, in general. It doesn't matter if the narrative is One's *** or religion, politics, perceived gender, art, science, the weather or any other elite form of edified philosophy. I want to believe that everyone has merit- that they cannot be judged by any external entity that, because it is external, lacks the whole context. Still, some people spoil my attitude towards people a bit. Humans are my favorite counter-example; yet, I love us. Somehow. Jaded though I may well be, I seek foremost to be kind, but that makes you a doormat. One seems to have two choices: be a push-over, or an ******* I seek the middle path: empathic and kind, but also self-interested. ..something of a "passive-assertive" person. Returning to the point: I'm just an equalist, I guess. Egalitarian. Individualist. Sexism? Racism? Nationalism? Why the **** is it even an issue? Haven't we grown up at all in the last 10,000 years? If someone's skin color, chromosomal composition, language, wealth, ethnicity, or where on Earth they happened to be born is that big of an issue to you psychologically and socially, there are much bigger problems going unchecked boiling over within you. The abandoned kettle whistles. Good luck. Earnestly. We're all counting on you. People are people. Worry about yourself and what and who you love.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
A Rant named 'Tolerance'
Certain men may be pigs, and maybe some feminists take it a bit far, but when it comes to sexism, I certainly don't think it's restricted to *** and when it comes to racism: there's no such thing as race. Far too many **** Sapiens are just ******* vapid and odious when it comes to their personality, in general. It doesn't matter if the narrative is One's *** or religion, politics, perceived gender, art, science, the weather or any other elite form of edified philosophy. I want to believe that everyone has merit- that they cannot be judged by any external entity that, because it is external, lacks the whole context. Still, some people spoil my attitude towards people a bit. Humans are my favorite counter-example; yet, I love us. Somehow. Jaded though I may well be, I seek foremost to be kind, but that makes you a doormat. One seems to have two choices: be a push-over, or an ******* I seek the middle path: empathic and kind, but also self-interested. ..something of a "passive-assertive" person. Returning to the point: I'm just an equalist, I guess. Egalitarian. Individualist. Sexism? Racism? Nationalism? Why the **** is it even an issue? Haven't we grown up at all in the last 10,000 years? If someone's skin color, chromosomal composition, language, wealth, ethnicity, or where on Earth they happened to be born is that big of an issue to you psychologically and socially, there are much bigger problems going unchecked boiling over within you. The abandoned kettle whistles. Good luck. Earnestly. We're all counting on you. People are people. Worry about yourself and what and who you love.
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Americana folklore, the modern vintage spoiled. Early 2000's became the dystopian 80's nightmare; beans spilled by bloodied action heroes part time self fulfilling prophecies. No religion as a crutch. We slay God as a fire breathing dragon, and go to war in 1st world countries because we're ******* mercenary psychopaths America as patriotism is nationalism is patriarchy is violence is a tautology. America is America. Has been and always will be; stupid, violent, full of "grace" [grace like plastic china]. They say Abe Lincoln was honest, and they say Jesus wept. Yeah, Jesus Wept, ************
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
"Beggar, beggar, beggar."
Peak temperature water levels fake diagnoses white psychopaths starving hunger jingoism violence [systems that deprive us] guns entitlement shots fired accidents grief/mourning choking hazard corporate mascots corporate favoritism corporate bailouts corporate people ideology without monitor nationalism patriotism conservatives patriarchy murder-rape-suicide victim silence lack of conviction religious ********** false history infant mortality job insecurity invisible hands trickle down economics union busters corporate police brutal police evil police secret police debt bankruptcy foreclosure homelessness lost confused prisoner criminal banker war preparations propaganda ballots commercials advertisements campaigns money power puppets figureheads armies genocides **** bomb gas fire no survival violence wealthy lawyers assassinations heart complications death sleep.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
"Jawbone; Prescription Assisted."
In the name of democracy An entire state is terrorized Decade after decade Freedoms are curbed Protests are brutally suppressed People are brutally oppressed Education is diluted In the name of democracy The Army turns from protector to oppressor Every soldier marching past With his head held high Sounds the death knell For every man, woman and child In the name of democracy Soldiers break into houses Wielding their massive rifles As if it is their birthright As the peace and harmony within Is replaced by abject terror In the name of democracy All morals are flung out of the window As the women are ***** The men who challenge this unspeakable atrocity Are swiftly silenced with bullets As the children begin screaming in terror They are molested, one by one Until the trauma overcomes them Such that, they lose their voices They lose their minds They lose their hearts Meanwhile, the soldiers slip away quietly Having completed a good day of work In the name of democracy In the name of democracy India and Pakistan, warring for decades Use Kashmir as a bait As a means to satisfy Their unquenchable thirst for power As the potion simmers on Fuelled by hate on both sides Curfews and lockdowns follow with alarming regularity Schools and colleges are shut down Political organizations are banned The Internet is crippled Mobiles and landlines are killed Even the most feeble of all protests Is brutally quelled with bullets and grenades In the name of democracy Consent is dead and buried As nationalism takes centre stage The world watches on silently Allowing India, the oppressors-in-chief To reclaim the moral high ground And suddenly proclaim themselves as saviours Leaving the beleaguered Kashmiris no choice But to bow to their captors Their dreams of self-determination Shattered ruthlessly in the course of a mad, mad day In the name of democracy
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC
In the name of democracy
In the name of democracy An entire state is terrorized Decade after decade Freedoms are curbed Protests are brutally suppressed People are brutally oppressed Education is diluted In the name of democracy The Army turns from protector to oppressor Every soldier marching past With his head held high Sounds the death knell For every man, woman and child In the name of democracy Soldiers break into houses Wielding their massive rifles As if it is their birthright As the peace and harmony within Is replaced by abject terror In the name of democracy All morals are flung out of the window As the women are ***** The men who challenge this unspeakable atrocity Are swiftly silenced with bullets As the children begin screaming in terror They are molested, one by one Until the trauma overcomes them Such that, they lose their voices They lose their minds They lose their hearts Meanwhile, the soldiers slip away quietly Having completed a good day of work In the name of democracy In the name of democracy India and Pakistan, warring for decades Use Kashmir as a bait As a means to satisfy Their unquenchable thirst for power As the potion simmers on Fuelled by hate on both sides Curfews and lockdowns follow with alarming regularity Schools and colleges are shut down Political organizations are banned The Internet is crippled Mobiles and landlines are killed Even the most feeble of all protests Is brutally quelled with bullets and grenades In the name of democracy Consent is dead and buried As nationalism takes centre stage The world watches on silently Allowing India, the oppressors-in-chief To reclaim the moral high ground And suddenly proclaim themselves as saviours Leaving the beleaguered Kashmiris no choice But to bow to their captors Their dreams of self-determination Shattered ruthlessly in the course of a mad, mad day In the name of democracy
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So it would seem, the only difference twixt Animal Behavior and Human Behavior is a capacity for written and spoken Language. - ---Epilogue-- According to various 'dictionaries,' the word "anthrocentric" doesn't exist. I, however, define it as the same principals of sexism, ethnocentrism, or nationalism, but applied to the perception of a validated stratification of Human Beings over the entirety of the Web of Life, rather than to simply the *** ethnicity or nationality of another. I feel the natural world around us is far more sacred than we are- although we are spawned of it. I feel it is so much more sacred due to an absent respect for it and the other beings which it hosts so well; so selflessly. We **** Sapiens Sapiens* have defiled our own sanctity via lack of respect for ourselves, let alone others Beings; Human, and otherwise. Apparently, that isn't very popular. So many Egos would rather depend on intentionally small sample sizes, while many Ids would rather self-preclude the challenge of self-observation fore a mere and fleeting (most likely destructive) comfort. I venture to say that is a present form of cowardice.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
Anthrocentric Bias
these games 2010 vancouver olympics are about performance under tremendous pressure more than they are about sport our expectations destroy us how do athletes possibly in training their entire lives cope with cameras nationalism corporate media mania? these distinguished people fallible humans with frail emotions doubts superstitions insecurities just like everyone else sustain skill phenomenal precision how do they sleep at night? carry on relationships with spouses family friends? endure eminent separateness loneliness? do gold medal winners become bloated rock stars conceited movie stars overpaid professional athletes? do losers become life’s could have been a contender drunk in obscurity casualties? what price in human terms these games? hey when joannie rochette hit ice prayer to mom i cried love watching sports this gorgeous display of human talent yet wonder about underlying meaning consequence sports or spectacle?
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 8:23 PM UTC
these games 2010 vancouver olympics
I have written a million words and fought a hundred battles. I have stood against all enemies in all corners of the world. I have been an agent of destruction and retribution. I have been a despotic symbol of unyielding authority. I have been a god of war and slaughter. But in the face of this new force I am powerless. I stood against the atom bomb, and bent it to my will. I broke the tides of imperialism and nationalism, and soon devoured them too, with my insatiable lust. I have crushed all who have contested against me; no revolution has ever ousted me. And yet. In the face of this new force I am powerless. My atom bomb is enervated. My armies are decrepit. My once iron resolution has melted to lackadaisical fancy. My Tanks, guns, swords and bombs are nothing but flaccid instruments of failed conquest. Because For all my inimical ********** I am rendered prostrate before the empyrean power of joy immeasurable.
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Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
The Failure of the War Machine
To my dear son, Boaz in distant Idaho, Saturday nite, the whole of New Zealand waited in apprehension for the All Blacks rugy team to play the resurgent Wallabys @ Fortress Eden Park. The previous week at Suncorp Stadium in Sydney, in driving rain, the All Blacks muddled through a painfull draw with the Wallabys, 12 points each with no tries. The Wallabys had fancied their chances and had wanted an emphatic win on home soil. Both teams took that score as a loss and the gauntlet was thrown for the second match….. A brilliant evening, clear and fine , 50,000 people crushed in to Eden Park and you could feel the apprehension, the rest of the country sat in front of their TV willing the team on. The Haka was given a brutal rendition, you could feel the determination, the passion emanating….the Ozzies glared their defiance back…it was all on! 10 minutes into a titanic struggle with the score three all Captain Ritchie McCaw had a brain fade and was yellow carded off for ten minutes by the French referee. The crowd roared…then murmured their worry  like you’ve never heard before. The Ozzies mustered a huge scrum which the All Blacks countered with one man down…. The counter ****** pushed the Australian scrum back 15 ft. Every man in New Zealand was on his feet roaring, you could feel the spirit of nationalism soaring….the moment was a watershed. The All Blacks counterattacked showing a brilliance in attack and defence we have not seen for years… and from that moment on the game was won. Final score 51:20 The Bledisloe Cup was ours. As the match finished the TV camera panned across the solidly black clad crowd…. I have never, ever in my life, seen so many, simultaneous, sets of white teeth grinning! The trip home to Australia would have been… a very subdued affair. Thought I should share this marvellous moment with you Boaz. Luv Dad.
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
To my dear son, Boaz in distant Idaho,
To my dear son, Boaz in distant Idaho, Saturday nite, the whole of New Zealand waited in apprehension for the All Blacks rugy team to play the resurgent Wallabys @ Fortress Eden Park. The previous week at Suncorp Stadium in Sydney, in driving rain, the All Blacks muddled through a painfull draw with the Wallabys, 12 points each with no tries. The Wallabys had fancied their chances and had wanted an emphatic win on home soil. Both teams took that score as a loss and the gauntlet was thrown for the second match….. A brilliant evening, clear and fine , 50,000 people crushed in to Eden Park and you could feel the apprehension, the rest of the country sat in front of their TV willing the team on. The Haka was given a brutal rendition, you could feel the determination, the passion emanating….the Ozzies glared their defiance back…it was all on! 10 minutes into a titanic struggle with the score three all Captain Ritchie McCaw had a brain fade and was yellow carded off for ten minutes by the French referee. The crowd roared…then murmured their worry  like you’ve never heard before. The Ozzies mustered a huge scrum which the All Blacks countered with one man down…. The counter ****** pushed the Australian scrum back 15 ft. Every man in New Zealand was on his feet roaring, you could feel the spirit of nationalism soaring….the moment was a watershed. The All Blacks counterattacked showing a brilliance in attack and defence we have not seen for years… and from that moment on the game was won. Final score 51:20 The Bledisloe Cup was ours. As the match finished the TV camera panned across the solidly black clad crowd…. I have never, ever in my life, seen so many, simultaneous, sets of white teeth grinning! The trip home to Australia would have been… a very subdued affair. Thought I should share this marvellous moment with you Boaz. Luv Dad.
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Priti Patel's quote on EU migration - whatever it was... list of common surnames: cropper, cross, crouch, dabney, dalton, daniels, eads, easton, eccleston, fairclough, farnham, fay, gardner, garey, garfield, haight, hanes, hailey, ibbott, irvin, isaacson, jack, jackson, jacobs, kay, keen, kelsey, lacey, lacy, lamar, macey, mann, marchand, neal, nelson, neville... sure pati japati patel - i'll be an albino in Gujarat if your play the sitar in a sari; but your name sounds a bit migrant revealing, what a weird 'back of the bus' you seem to stand on - you want the Mongolians resurrected? i swear we were being ousted in line of what Queen Sheba said to Solomon: 'olive skinned throughout the geography and the unwelcome green men on sponged-knickers creaming for an ****** a french dessert...' yes pretty prior, you found home on a continent when half of the european nations didn't practice colonial antics - i guess it's easier to pick on them. but with a Patel surname you sound british already, the great experiment worked the anaesthetic of former colonialism numbed via recreational Ketamine use really numbed the skull and jaw mandibles - i hate, i hate being conscripted into post-colonial affairs of "why it all failed" what a waste of the urban hubs of Manchester or Liverpool - where once artistic expression thrived - i hate these post-colonial societies, it's as if they were castrated en masse, and they're wondering why no one has a permanent suntan in scandinavia - maybe the raw herring diet - cinnamon up your *** magician's trick with space between fudge of digestion, disappearing trick but then the cough that blinds you sweetly - i guess post-colonial nationalism wanted to listen to non-colonial nationalism - a former migrant like pretty plated smell olive skinned exploited inversion of angers but dunked a footstep into a trip-up with non-colonial nations - a bit like the greek bail-out - pretty patel is a name least likely associated with migration; you teasing the beast out?
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
hey pretty plated smell!
Priti Patel's quote on EU migration - whatever it was... list of common surnames: cropper, cross, crouch, dabney, dalton, daniels, eads, easton, eccleston, fairclough, farnham, fay, gardner, garey, garfield, haight, hanes, hailey, ibbott, irvin, isaacson, jack, jackson, jacobs, kay, keen, kelsey, lacey, lacy, lamar, macey, mann, marchand, neal, nelson, neville... sure pati japati patel - i'll be an albino in Gujarat if your play the sitar in a sari; but your name sounds a bit migrant revealing, what a weird 'back of the bus' you seem to stand on - you want the Mongolians resurrected? i swear we were being ousted in line of what Queen Sheba said to Solomon: 'olive skinned throughout the geography and the unwelcome green men on sponged-knickers creaming for an ****** a french dessert...' yes pretty prior, you found home on a continent when half of the european nations didn't practice colonial antics - i guess it's easier to pick on them. but with a Patel surname you sound british already, the great experiment worked the anaesthetic of former colonialism numbed via recreational Ketamine use really numbed the skull and jaw mandibles - i hate, i hate being conscripted into post-colonial affairs of "why it all failed" what a waste of the urban hubs of Manchester or Liverpool - where once artistic expression thrived - i hate these post-colonial societies, it's as if they were castrated en masse, and they're wondering why no one has a permanent suntan in scandinavia - maybe the raw herring diet - cinnamon up your *** magician's trick with space between fudge of digestion, disappearing trick but then the cough that blinds you sweetly - i guess post-colonial nationalism wanted to listen to non-colonial nationalism - a former migrant like pretty plated smell olive skinned exploited inversion of angers but dunked a footstep into a trip-up with non-colonial nations - a bit like the greek bail-out - pretty patel is a name least likely associated with migration; you teasing the beast out?
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Oh God, the Most Merciful and Compassionate: Please grant us the grace and opportunity to be your instrument in the mercy and compassion that you epitomize. May You grant us peace in our lifetime and frustrate those who seek to cause discord and sow hatred in your name. Please enlighten our collective conciousness. May we be continually reminded that we are all on this Pale Blue Dot together. Please help us to grow out of this petty and useless tribalism and nationalism that are invoked far too often to justify violence. May You grant us all a desire to strive for peace and have mercy on us for our many sins against each other. Amen
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
A prayer