Showing posts with label war on love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label war on love. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Confront Tyranny

One has to only watch the many videos of revolutions in the past 1.5 years to become justifiably frightened.  I can only fight back the tears as military police publicly rape women protestors in Egypt, shoot live ammunition that kills their fellow country-persons, graze over the extensive list of martyrs to the democratic cause all over the world, etc etc.  
This breeds thoughts in my mind that point to the potential violence in the USA if we were to follow a similar course to many regions in social/political/economic upheaval.  I am not a pacifist but I do not want to see familiars pitted against familiars when the world has potential to be such a beautiful place. 
Today I am providing links to videos that some may deem "inspirational".  Whatever it is, I hope it propels you into positive #directAction that does more to construct creatively than to destroy and agitate without due cause.
Do not be afraid, do not back away -- confront tyranny!  
Enjoy:
One People flash mob - Occupy 

Just Keep Going, You Got Nothing To Lose 


We are all Scott Olsen


 

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Body count: 1

this paper is killing me so I'm gonna take a break:

When I was young I made 50 million records. I am the youngest superstar you have ever known. I created a frenzy of make belief lovers that always had it out for me. Those crazies wanted a piece of me, literally. I lost my arm in the War on Love even though congress never declared it official. I deployed 50 million to march in my name...in the name of Love. You too, U2, me too? Me as well.
Old news; I then lost my leg in the War on Love 2. Then I Killed Myself When I was Young. I needed a.a. bandage, A.A. Bondy, a.a. body bag? hmm.
Now it's quiet and I just hear the whistle of the wind in my old war zone. I am now the prodigal son of a prodigal son. An anomaly in the family that loved the Army. I fear in the near future my blood will enter that war opposed to my own...and that war zone hears no whistle of empty but the cries of the dying and the innocent fleeing. As innocents intercept bullets meant for ideology I think of my father who said, "they only seek peace for their family". Oh my, oh my, oh my...is that not our boys desire?
So come over to my side brother of the desert and join the 50 million march toward to the War on Love and let us find an empty battlefield. My hope, my dream. Body count: 1.