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Politics for Poets

commmitted to excellence?

Shhhh! I'm not being mean when I make fun of her because she is so mean in her way of thinking about how successful people make their way forward in the real world of walking around, doing things, making things happen. In the real world where things get done. I did this. You did that. What did she do? No one is supposed to ask that becaue that is considered judgemental. And it is. Really harsh and judgemental. So we let her step back into her room and whittle away the years making hard steel mockups of the human soul and calling it a theory of Economic Liberty for some imagine genis. But she's put you outside of the genome. You've been depricated because you had too much success. She's never had any of it without it being the product of something that maybe she, even she, dottering there behind the giant Bre-d-n-pulpit Head (from glover), that she really is a nice person. (no doubt) But she is so afraid and too quick to condemn people based upon lewd stereotypes about wealth that really should have been deprecated at the fall of monarchies many centuries ago. Respect for the heritage of people. Respect for not just the Devine Rights of Kings, but the Devine Rights of Man. And of course Women are included in this. The truth of this can be spoken in any dialect and does not need to be linguistically filtered into feminist-political-lingo even if it is sanctioned by Ivy Leugue English departments. They ought to be describing the way that effective people actually use language instead of trying to perscribe textual dialects that do not improve the quality of the written or spoken discourse but demand that we go off on a scree about the excellence of equality and the purpose of not using speach as a way to be pejorative or to set up categories of value based upon race and gender. If it is hateful or sexest then please do call me out on it. If you don't like me having to connipt my language to conform to the so-called modern usage . . . I just don't care. If you don't like what you are reading then do you use my lack of use in that dialect of political english that I do not like to use.

If you don't like the smell of cooking steak then why get a job in the kitchen? Ah, the veggy cafe!

Aug 18, 2012

A vote for unity is a vote for America. Vote for America.

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Thank You Veterans!

~ OK Now.

 
 Loosing his grip on
   those things to which he'd held on too tightly
 he makes a controlled descent
    back to reason
     escaping lamantations
        and judges
     of sad  sap pronouncement of
  things that everyone had gotten wrong
     in the first place.

  He stood up quickly, stowed away quickly the 
        slide suit that he'd used to escape from it all
    (up there at the war in the clouds)
       and sauntered off to the ski-lodge buffet
       and all you can pay lunch counter
           (at Snickketty Ridge (TM))


 
        
 Oh how nice
    the water sparkles
   when you see it
  from so far away
     up high
  on the mountain top
     in the sky
    in the sky
     in the sky
     in the sky.
  
  

Wake up!

Sometimes
    if I'm up all night
   I hear the sounds
    just before the dawn
   of the wind rising
 that cloud of intellegence
    arriving
 to greet the day
    with the joy that is everyday
  with 
   You.

  Or I'll just wake up
      and he'll be there,
 just arriving
    with the dawn
   and he love You too.

  I don't know him that well.
   He is always just breezing through
 think I've heard him call your name
  but then I'm not sure if he was calling you.

 At 1 AM it was still in the garden
  the night blossoms hung there
      without worry of the gale.
  At the dawn
     The Sun is there suddenly
  with the one ray kissing
    the morning blooms
 spring open
     like sudden tunes
   of a pop song they always play
  when you motor that bay craft
    out past the jetty