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Showing posts with label Bernie Sanders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bernie Sanders. Show all posts

Monday, April 18, 2016

Neo-Liberals; Leading the New Democrat Party of Intolerance


Shall we call them Millennial Liberals?  They are rather young in the photo as they protest against assumptions.  They assume Donald Trump is a racist, fascist, and worse it would appear.  As one who has  never voted and does not follow political events closely, I have seen none of what these loyal Democrats see or hear in the many oratories of Mr. Trump.  I can be slow at times as in not knowing exactly what to call these young people who seem to have hijacked the Democratic Party.

President Barack Obama should be proud of the great unity and loyalty he foments in his tired presidency.  If there was a real leader in the White House, he would have come out against the young hooligans long ago trying to restrict freedom of speech.  Freedom Fighters may not like what you say but they will defend to the death your right to say it.

Presidential candidate, Bernie Sanders loves to fan the flames surrounding Mr. Trump and one has to wonder why?  Sanders seems to be running out of steam in New York.  His wheels are starting to creak and it appears that all of his rhetoric on freedoms and reform were just that; rhetoric.  That a U.S. Senator can call himself a "Socialist" and actually run for President in America is a complete shame and speaks to how low are nation has sunk as a political force.

Hillary Clinton tried to fan the flames of ignorance around Trump as well but it seems she has learned a lesson in this sphere.  Perhaps she can see the finish line and that her challenger falters down the stretch.  Still, had she come out against hooligans who would restrict free speech in confident presidential and calming language... it could have energized her very being and her campaign that needs an infusion of passion.  We hope she has not missed another opportunity.

A great Anthropologist and Earthly Goddess, Betty Friedan said that children of today suffered from an illness with no name.  I dare give the illness a name to the children who had their parents always there for them micro-managing a life short on conflicts and hurtful language.  It is a Politically-correct virus that retards and kills our nation faster than if the patriarch matrix were left alone.  They are easily offended these 'children of the norm' looking more like Nazis every day.

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Monday, March 14, 2016

The Last Straw



Donald Trump is easily the straw stirring the 2016 Presidential election cocktail and one has to wonder what a boring spectacle of status-quo pretense it would be without him.  Have I mentioned that I have never voted?

Violence erupted recently at a Trump planned rally in the great city of Chicago.  Everyone should know by now that Chicago is responsible for giving America President Barack Hussein Obama, the man voted the worst U.S. President since around 1945.  The City of Big Shoulders is also the #2 murder capital of the nation indicating what a splendid job of governance Obama did while he was there.  People must wonder again and again how such a man became leader of the free world and only a liberal media and two-party system explains the straw from Chicago who broke the camel's back.

I am meant to suffer through this election connected to the first female candidate with a real shot at becoming our President and so I try to stay away from the theater.  Still, I would have to live in a cave not to get news now and again that ultimately leads here.  Both Democrat nominees for President blame Donald Trump for the Chicago violence and one went so far as to call his type of rhetoric, "dangerous".

True, I am rather uniformed staying away as I do but I find no danger in the rhetoric of Mr. Trump or "hate" he is accused of preaching by Democrat Zombies.  These are Feminist tactics stolen from the German Nazis.  I did hear one young protestor from Chicago say, "Donald Trump is not welcome here."  Really?  Well, it is nice that one young brainless zombie can speak for the entire city.  Rather reminds you of Obama speaking for America as he is so apt to do offering an opinion built on no job experience save for public service.

Democrats sink to a new low here. Mrs. C must lift her consciousness above SOB before it is too late.  Attacking Mr. Trump along with the zombies lowers you to zombie level and my last nerve cannot handle such an event.  Great powers sent a Warrior to sing of your virtues and you continue to make the assignment tough.  Zombies should know the glaringly obvious that the way to defeat Trump is at the voting booth and not idiotic violent protests.  Opposing candidates should know beating the Donald takes ideas and passion about such ideas able to rally voters.

I often hate it when I’m right and this situation has been predicted in a post somewhere in these interrelated blogs.  I remember saying something like these zombies are going to have to be dealt with at some point in the future once their makers are gone or neutralized.  It is a sad situation indeed that government has done such a fine job of dumbing the masses down and civil war if it is to come will initiate from ignoramuses fueled by people like the Prince of Pretense currently in the White House.

Donald Trump comes from magick and has a place in this theater.  Just when you think you have defeated him through old-school tactics, he may reappear at your most vulnerable moment.  The Warrior does not have to protect him as he represents details of a future already written.  It only looks like magic to the magician on the Quantum Field.  Fighting against the future is fighting against yourself.

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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Scorpio Dreams; Hillary and Me

Julie Dillon Fantasy Artist


Dreams carry great meaning say some mystics and psychiatrists.  Dr. Sigmund Freud, our father of modern psychiatry believed dreams were "most profound when they seem the craziest."  Objective thinkers believe dreams to be unfinished bits and pieces of thoughts from our previous day or week or perhaps longer depending on the person and stimulus trying to find closure.  I come from the objective school but my destiny is to bring all the schools together.


Been trying to free myself of this Los Angeles bondage and it quite appears I am prevented from enriching myself with my newly amplified... talents.  Las Vegas sends me frustratingly back again and on the night before departure with nothing more than despair roaming tired thoughts, I would have my first dream about she who would be the first U.S. President.  You think I would have a dream about how to hit a hard eight on the crap table but nooooo!


Rarely do I recall my dreams with clarity but this one was clear.  It appears the Mother of Feminine Purity was on her way to the first Las Vegas home of my youth.  However, the home was a little different and she apparently was not there to see me.  She was there to see one of my sisters and the news of this event seemed to have come to me just minutes before her arrival.  How or why I ended up answering the door is up for speculation.  Our future Madam President entered my dream home with another woman who I do not remember.  Mrs. C. was dressed in gold suit coat and royal blue two-piece ensemble underneath and presented to me a warm genuine smile as there were no words between us.  I do not believe we shook hands and just remember not knowing what to do with this warm feeling from her smile and presence.  Seconds later I found myself in a back bedroom and as it looked a mess, I began to get the place tidy.  Is that all there is?  Yes, the dream ended there strangely as dreams do.
Make what you will of this event.  Destiny has a little bizzaro world waiting for the Poet along with the tears and blood should he care to lose focus.  A genuine warm smile for a man trying honestly to take a break from it all in Vegas getting lost in NFL point spreads and hold ‘em poker pots.  There is no escape from fate and time cannot wait for the weary.  Certainly, I have some growth to do with some warm smiles but this is not about me so much.  Perhaps there is some serious growth I need as a result of what is to come in American politics and the race to become the next U.S President.  The bar has been set exceedingly low and anyone will be greater than the last.  I never much cared having never voted and now I am thrust into the matter.  

Donald Trump brings real personality to the table whether you like him or not.  He is no pretentious phony like a U.S. President who shall remain nameless.  It is a sign that the end is coming for the keepers of the status-quo.  If not for enlightenment, I would probably be thumping for Mr. Trump.  Destiny has different plans for a Poet and I am compelled to sing her virtues.  This has not been easy and really needed to get away from the attachment.  Trump and the current U.S. President forces the Democrat hopefuls to alter the course at least in rhetoric and that is why you hear Bernie Sanders hailing women’s rights and abortion as one of his selling points.  They cannot possibly follow the communist coat tails of the current Prez.  Mrs. Clinton must be genuine to combat the non-politician that is Donald Trump who is also the polar opposite of the current man in the White House.  The coming presidential election will look and sound different for good reasons and our world becomes better inspired by the worst.
Dreams sing surreal poetry from subconscious closets in meaningful minds.  Time to open those closet doors I suppose and deal.  I would not want them to open on their own at inappropriate times.  Are there crazier Scorpio dreams waiting to fill a Poet’s heart with closeted emotions?  I did not have to accept this mission and knew of some of the pitfalls to come.  Chaos cannot be foretold and one supposes she waits not so patiently to bring the Poet home no matter his hiatus plans to the contrary.
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