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Politics for Poets

politics of the here and now

using a toddler as a prop.

catelog of reprehensible statesmenshist

Using a toddler as a prop when signing the 'let them eat cake' climate treaty. Yes, little child of the wealthy now has an assured future because her clan's schemes of world rulership seem ever closer now that they've gotten the corruptocrates of many nations, haveing been fully funded in the fishbowl life, to agree to a regime of authoritarian centralized control of the use of free energy.

Bu t it's all about being 'on message'. They have to maintian the 'simbolism'. It's not about Truth but 'perception of truth' and how people 'feel'. They don't care if the process is democratic as long as they keep getting their whatever it is that the jones for. . .

Power is my guess. Yes, using a toddler as a prop while signing an unratified treaty, that certainly takes the cake. If they've taken the cake then where is the cake for those who don't get born into these various clans?

what do you suppose was going through JK's mind? "I know that this treatys never been ratified, lovey, but I had a toddler on my lap while I was signing it." or how about "It was such an historic moment that me and that little girl might eventually show up on the back of currency, like thyey have on the two dollar bill only for signing the climate change treaty."

"What denomination note should it be, lovey? How about a new one, 750,000,000,000.00 dollar note. We'll only need one of those to pay off the Saudi's if they dump all their assests. Call up Janet and tell her my new idea."

What a hero. I wonder if he can get one of them there hunting licenses? He could maybe go on the hunt for some integrity and some believibility. He could distribute it to the members of his clan, take some down to Cuttyhunk and walk barefoot on the sand. Let him bring some to Gardiners Island, maybe to The Vinyard.

It's kind of scary when it's John kerry who's the adult in the room.

So anyway, using a toddler as a prop is always reprehensible in politics. And the politics of the unelected 'world leadershp class' and their fish bowl aristocrats who get a vote from a tiny nation, and giant quid-pro-quo, the let them eat cake crowd . . . how much more time does this order have? These people? These institutions? How much more corrupted do they have to be? They don't even bother with the process of the nations, they declare that they are saving the world and now all the chips must be given to them. We can wait for the cake that we aren't ever going to get. But be sure, that little toddler, sweet as she is, she probably gets all the cake she wants, and always will for the rest of her life and probably won't ever have to try that hard but she'll be made the head of some world bank someday, maybe. See how cynical I've gotten? A sweet little girl? And I already have her pegged for what she will be in 30 years. How the hell could I know?

The vile nature of this generation of so-called leadership displays things that prudent minds, with an memory who have learned about History, well . . . we can imagine a fate for these similar to those jaded aristocracies of the past. The fate has already been determined in some sense. We can't know the details except that we are sure that it will be a story of their collapse and failure. They are such failures already, having just inherited it all, something wonderful, and then orchistrated a planned demolition of the civil order of very many nations. For their progress. For their change. For the vain-glorious plans of past generations, of which these so-called leaders are but slaves to a multigenerational plan: a plan that has gone sour and that deserves to fail due to it's antidemocratic nature and it's hatred of human Liberty.

Alright, enough so-called elites bashing. They can't all be as pathetic and rediculous as the secrebetrayer of state.

There is no class of people, no clan who rule the world. there can only be those who delude to such.

I must be in a politically dissentful mood today.

     
     
How about some fresh and spontaneous draft pages?
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nothing here yet:
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from poem page 292

April 15, 2016

9:09 PM

show of hands for who that
love the police!

🖐Love🖑
🖑Cops🖐

Wanna see a cool demo page which is also a plug for the artist John Barents of Brookline, Massachusetts? Barent's Carousel

MISSING YOU TONIGHT

a song in the tradition of crooners
and lovers true

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



logos for Amillia Publishing 
company. 

  

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

    
    
🖐Love🖑
🖑Cops🖐

Watch This

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

these can get you banned from school?!:
🔫 🚀 🚙🚤🚣c🍀⚜⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣🚣
🚣🚣🚣  🚀  🚀🔨🔨🔨⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣
🔨 🚙 🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣
⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣


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
🍀 Praise God! 🍀
🍀⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱🔫⏰⏰⏲⏱🔫⏰⏰🍀
🎠 
🎠 
🎠 
🔫
🔨🔨 
🍀 Praise God! 🍀

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.
 🚀 🚙🚤🚣c🍀⚜⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣🚣
🚣🚣🚣  🚀  🚀🔨🔨🔨⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣
🔨 🚙 🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣
⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣
🖐

sub 🖐🖑 🖑🖐

Here is today's pretty poem:

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.

🖐🖑
🖑🖐
   
 🖐🖑

🖐🖑 🖑🖐

 ♥♥?

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


🖐🖑
🖑🖐


glossry of what's next
 ♥♥? : 

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Wake up!


You know I thought you was the Buddha
I must have been tripping
on a great big hootta
unn ha haa

wake up and sniff the Buddha

  Praise God!

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

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