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Bernie Voters get a bum rap

Stoners don't rush stages

I am not on board with Socialism as a Federal policy, and I do not think that pandering is a good thing. But, if you are wanting to smear someone you make their supporters look like dangerously disturbed anarcists.

That is just not a Bernie supporter, from my observation. Bernie supporters are more like "let's all share. Let's not have rediculous privledge, let us break bread together, have a puppet show. Non-violent.

So I wish that Trump would not just knee-jerk accusations. Come on, let's unify.

I would like to see Trump and Sanders have a joint rally (no pun intended) where the world could see that there isn't any difference between them except that they are on two sides of the whole Socialism solution.

I have friends who are Bernie voters and tell them why I don't hate Trump. I voted for him for the primary (in 2008, my mistake, I voted for Obama in the primary. phew)

So Donnie Trump, go break bread with Bernie Sanders. Show the world that there isn't any bad blood. You both want what is good for the people. You just have different ideas about how to accomplish that.

Go break some bread and talk about puppets. I you don't get the reference, then whatever.

Bread and Puppet is a performance troope and family which used to have a public Summer gathering every year in Glover, Vermont. Look it up. That is the kind of person who is a Bernie voter: they are openly friendly, welcoming, non-violent, and politcally vocal. Creative, forward-thinking, willing to open up their farms for a gathering together.

Of course I can't speak for them. Go ask them yourself. Ask them if they support violence. How could anyone slander them such to make the world think that they do.

In all fairness I have not talked to any of the Bread and Puppet to ask them who they support. And I don't know if Trump and Sanders already have a line to each other's campaigns. But it's always been my impression that the people who I talk to, my friends, who are Bernie supporters when I am a skeptic, those people are non-violent and do not support stage rushing.

They are wanting something better from the government. They are wanting responsibile and adult leadership. They don't understand Trump's hyperbole. They don't understand Trump meeting the rethoric with back-atcha rethoric of the same caliber (flavor).

Misplaced anger is a terrible thing. I don't think that Trump should be angry at Bernie voters. Lack of anger, that also shows something. If there really is a reason for anger, and it doesn't happen, it makes a candidate look disconnected.

In the real world of politics we all have to get along at the end of it. We need a unification of some of the purpose. We need to work together. Divide and conquor politics destroys nations. It is a playbook that the control-freaks in the world-order-tocracy try over and over with success. The list of countries that have been brought to civil war through well-known methods of agitation is easy to produce (I leave it to scholars to do such. Off the top of my head: Ukraine, Libya, Sri Lanka, Venezuela)

But it is hard to make peole committed to non-violence agree to it. The standing down is a natural solution to this. We all know that Bernie Sanders does not support violence at Trump rallies. Mr Trump, supposedly so smart, ought to be able to see that. Just because someone wears the shirt doesn't mean that they support the cause of the person mentioned on the shirt.

Of course, this is only my opinion. And maybe I don't want to see some evil streak of reactionary anarcism within my friends and relatives who are Bernie supporters. I just don't see it. I don't think that they are like that. They don't like Trump but they are still commited to non-violence. At least I think that they are.

News of the world often makes things seem a certain way, when in fact it isn't like that at all. In the case of Bernie Sanders, ya, he's a Socialist. But he's not a bomb thrower.

Freedom of the Press.

March 10, 2016

6:55 PM

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Donnie voters and
Bernie voters
Sitting in a tree
Kay
eye
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eye
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gee
 
 That would be a very big tree if it were all of their
 supporters.

snark aside
or
snarkacide

I don't want to kill snark
but let people learn 
the appropriate comic
use

if you want a snarkacide, then why
would you insert a snarky aside.

Is it snarky, funny snarky or just
lame snarky?

show of hands for who that
love the police!

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🖑Cops🖐

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a song in the tradition of crooners
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words and lyrics by Billy

Missing you
tonight
Missing you
while the moon is bright
tonight
tonight
I'll ne'er be blue
when I'm with you.
Missing you
tonight
sound of the forest
and star light
tonight
tonight
while the river is bright
with the Moon reflecting
as rivers of light

Missing you
tonight
Missing you
while the Moon is bright

the forest sways
the river sasheys
the clouds roll in
but they just augment the sight

Missing you
tonight
Missing you
with the moon so bright
tonight
I'll never be blue
I'll never be blue
if I'm with you



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What they claim is good
 for 'the environment' 
   really sucks 
  for the forest.

    
    
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🖑Cops🖐

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show of hands for who that
love the police!
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🖑Cops🖐

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You can't speak in hiroglyphs

even Know-it-all-will-tell-yaa:
When people complaign about the words 
you use often they don't really want to 
hear what you have to say.

spinfont unicode-isms
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ban the hammer
ban the hammer?
is that sarcasm?

calling into question the agenda and the urge?
careful, you might get bad-listed.

oh my dear
you've been
crying
for change
but
you have to understand
most things
always stay the same
you can't go off riding
on the happy trails to range
far and wide
up to the sky
she is not here
you're not 
her guy.

Oh my dear
you've been crying
for relevence
but you have to understand
that most hours pass
without anyone noticing
anything
anything
about you
but you still matter
You still matter.
you still matter
even though no body seems to care

Delete and repeat, delete.

will? Maybe I've not ordered the elements properly. Well that little snippit doesn't work that well but t

 
When you're alone on the train
you aren't really alone
there are all kinds of other people
traveling on that same line,
going in a similar direction,
very many destinations
end of the line.
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Here is today's pretty poem:

  

 how much
 of too much
 is enough?
 
 Cause I want to know.
 
    

Big moon
in the midnight sky
big big moon
all across the sky
you can see the crowd
as the marching band
marches by
take the crowd a'dancing
off toward the stars.

🖐🖑
🖑🖐
   
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🖐🖑 🖑🖐

 ♥♥?

There's a river
of infinite love
flooding from on high
through the heart of all.

There's a river
of infinite hope
flushing through the gorges
through the heart of all.

Spread your wings and fly away
off into your day
off into your all


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glossry of what's next
 ♥♥? : 

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Discourse: The Weenie (an archtype) as lovible and on the way to a better view of happy living.

Common theme of comedy: youthful snark tamed with late twenties sudden fear-o-death seekers after purpose, trying to build heaven here on earth, but it never works.

But who wants to create a catalog of various personality types who seem to be dolts and duffusses? We can be kinder than that. And then the guy shows up, in a play. You fall in love instantly. You are sure he's looking at you off in the room, like he's inviting you into the play to come and have a time.

He's that good.

But later, and maybe it just seems a dream, there he is again, in your path, in a different place. Where you can't place him and he can't place you, so you think. But you don't know, really, do you, because he says nothing. He scadalles but you're going in the same direction and even though he seems to be running forward of you, like he knows tht the two of you are fated for antics, he can't get away from you fast enough. You capture him there by the river, in the full light of day, hundreds of people all decked out for the Springtime rain, loving life and full rainbow from Cambridge to Boston and settling down onto of the Memorial to Sean, your pot of gold, your ideal friend you don't want this cat, whose chasing away from you.

He is startled, scared of you , not knowing your intention. You remember his name so you call him by it telling him that you loved him when he was playing whoever he was playing at the Wilber, shows been running for like 35 years.

Why is he frightened? you wonder. You inquire if he's on a stage anywhere this week? You know he's the real deal, Boston's best, well-loved if anyone dare, he's coy and alloof and easy to fall-for, but your older and know better.

No explanation is needed as he goes into his 'do I know you' inquire. You say no but you saw him when he played an officer and had felt a great connection.

Suddenly his eyes brighten, like he remembers you. But then you think, maybe, and it seems unkind, so easy on the eyes, so fun to look at, so seemingly ordinary, guy next door. But that guy who steals your heart. That guy who everyone loves more than the rest, that is his world, easy to make friends. He's got the natural smile, that look of enlightened loving, someone who really does see all men (women and who we just don't know) as equal, all of us loving each other for real in a way that is non-creepy. The true spirit of fellowship, like a ghost of good Holiday, holy day if you are with him. He is that everyman who everyone loves. We are all him at some point in our lives, him or her or we just don't know. And so you let yourself feel that joy of him, you drink in his fast clean waters in full flood, bursting off of him, his face glows. That rainbow still emblazens the river, reflecting and causes a kind of hush, of sorts, people enthralled by the beauty of Boston and Cambridge and Mass Ave Bridge.

"when can I catch you on a stage?" you ask.

He mentions the theatre. You say you'll find it on the web.

"Is it wierd." you ask. "Is it wierd when people love you without really having ever met you? They see you during a play and fall in love without ever having any discourse with you, for real, it just happens because of your eyes."

"Is it wierd for you? When it happens to you?" he says, turning towards and giving you that same heart felt look like he did the day you went to see him at teh intimate playhouse. "Well now we can't say that we've had no discourse."

After you talk about life for a while. He says that it's hard when people think he's just acting, they don't believe he's really feels it too.

You confess to him that you feared he was rejecting you when he went running off just minutes before. No, he assure, it was because he didn't want to get caught in the rain, which can be cold in March.

You ask when you can see him again. Can we get a bight sometime? Where will you run into him?

He tells you which bar where he goes to eat after a show. Most show he'll be there soon after .

The rainbow has passed. He has to rush off to rehersal. You? You have to go and pray for him, that love can be real even between sudden friends. How pathetic, it seems, some late life person fawning for a young actor, you think. You think you'll go and pray for your own guidence in this matter. feel it for everyone. Falling in love with a stranger? Don't fall into the river doing it. River of life flooding over.

Wake up!

wake up and sniff the Buddha

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  Praise God!

♥♥ Praise ♥♥ the ♥♥ Lord ♥♥ because ♥♥ He's ♥♥ Wonderful ♥♥ and ♥♥ Awesome ♥♥!!

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