40 Seasons and counting! PT.1

Is this the end of humanity? Are we truly at a breaking point in our maturity? Things seem so hectic and fast paced now. The world seems to be rushing towards the brink of destruction. Yet I feel like this is just a phase. Growing Pains! This is what evolution looks like. From the rise of White Nationalism in America (that has truly always been there) to the resistance against globalization (which is ultimate inevitable), the world is changing. Power is being displaced. Women and those who have been previously labeled as minorities are rising up and claiming their piece of the proverbial pie. Continue reading 40 Seasons and counting! PT.1

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#Occupydeeznuts; Let’s play Master and Servant

I see all the news is filled with these #Occupiers, people standing up and crying out against the socio-economic injustices that have always existed in this country and the world. I would love to be in the middle of it all. I would love to raise my fist and help topple the corrupt empire that I have railed against since I was a teenager. Yet, I feel like it is all in vain. I have been a part of many protest actions in my time. I was at A16 in Washington DC (despite being on Federal Probation in North Carolina at the time); I was tear-gassed and chased by cops. Running along-side a drunken Uncle Sam who said he was also on Federal Probation in Virginia and not supposed to leave the state either. I was in New York in 2002 protesting against the Iraq War when the police came through on horseback hitting anything that moved with black jacks; I dove on top of a teenage girl I had never met before to shield her from the officer’s baton. I took several cracks to my back that actually felt good because my back is shit after spending eight months in a federal prison for thinking I was an anarchist terrorist when I was 19. Believe me if anyone should be out there crowing about the end of this bullshit society it should be me. Continue reading #Occupydeeznuts; Let’s play Master and Servant

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No two Monkees are the same

No two Monkees are the same, each swing his or her own way. The Armada is the way we coalesce. For some flinging poo is an art, for others poo is flung with wild abandon. There are those that fling poo with their hands, and those that fling poo with their mouths. There are those that abstain from the throwing of arid feces, and those that accept their lives in the zoo. Whether or not you are a wild simian, or a helper monkey assisting the blind, we each agree on one thing. We are not a part of the human race we are above them! We are in the trees. Continue reading No two Monkees are the same

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That’s why I’m in it!

I’ve tried to highlight the achievements of one Barack
Obama. I have detailed his accomplishments in the Illinois State
Senate and the Us Senate. Now I would like to highlight his plan for
America and how this country would be better off, under his bold
vision. It would be long and nearly impossible to read if I simply
repeated his plan as posted on his website. But feel free to go over and read it all yourself in detail. I highly recommend you download each of his PDFs
and see for yourself the great stuff he’s got planned. The only way
its going to happen though is if we stop Hillary and Obama receives
the Democratic nomination. Edwards dropped out this morning so now it’s down to two. Super Tuesday is next week and if you live in one of the ST states I hope you will be
voting and letting your voice be heard. Change is possible if you
have hope-the man says. Continue reading That’s why I’m in it!

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Say it ain’t so ma!

So in less then 48 hours I will have been out of the womb for thirty years. It’s amazing I honestly did not think I would have made it this long. I’m fighting the urge to write out my last will and testament. Even though I will be getting on a air plane for the first time ever. I always used to joke and claim that my grandmother said “If the Lord wanted me to fly-he’d put wings on my butt!”. Now she probably never said that but after her death I began drunkenly crediting her for all sorts of little sayings that she probably never said. Her death was hard on me, that woman raised me practically my whole life. Not to short change my mother, I was a pretty head strong child and spent most of my time with my grandmother simply because she let me get away with more misbehaving. Continue reading Say it ain’t so ma!

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