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There is meaning in
Planting the garden There is meaning in There I meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning in There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning There is meaning |
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Magic Boson Mass You are not clay for my hands I can not write a constitution to make you clay for me If you are willing If you are willing Despots rise from us Whatever is done and said The Maker who made us Made foolish clay manipulators There will always be Lots of fighting fools Good ideas bleeding in to clay Who will rise again from the clay some day |
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No plan No vote |
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I am frustrated with the Republican Party. I am an independent voter, and I don’t think Republicans can win the presidency without me. I want a specific economic plan that is fair. I am tired of political posturing and stonewalling.
Our economic recovery is painfully slow, and to do nothing is irresponsible. I want both parties and all candidates to present a plan to cut the deficit while stimulating job growth. I like clear choices. President Obama has a plan that does both. I see nothing tangible coming from the Republicans. I fear the Republicans are thinking that if they stonewall and do nothing, the slow recovery alone will sink Obama’s ship. If they do nothing, then they can count me out. Where was the “tea party” when President Bush, through deregulation, tax cuts and unfunded wars, doubled the national debt and put us in this very deep hole? Please, is there not a single moderate Republican who will stand up and say “We have learned from our mistakes, and I have a specific plan that will put us back on track?” Any plan acceptable to me stops the massive transfer of wealth from the middle class to what George Bush called his political base — the rich and super-rich. Every time I hear Republicans refusing to consider reversing Bush’s tax cut to the rich, I see Speaker Boehner sticking his tongue out at me and saying, “Hal, I got your money, and I will not be giving it back.” I am willing to forgive anyone who owns his or her mistakes. Republicans need to give me a plan and explain to me how it is better than the old status quo that dug the hole. No plan, no vote. Hal Pullin Published in the Skagit Valley Herald, September 29, 2011 NOTE FROM CHUCK: I was particularly impressed by this direct challenge to the Right by one of those mysterious “Independent ” voters. Hal is a good friend of mine. |
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The Place I Will Be When I Die
(02-07-99)
Ran down to the Olentangy
I suppose
Miles away
The trees were young
In the bed
I can see the shiny bark
The sun filtered through
But the little creek
Ran between cool treed hillsides
The hill on one side
Rose right from the creek side
Up to where the dead abandoned sheep
Moved back into the earth
The hill on the other
Rose slow
To just as high
Then a fence
Soy beans, corn or wheat or resting
I built dams
I needed a pool
The air
Of nakedness
Before erections
Before that sort of shame
I could run
Jiggle my hips
And breasts
In a dance that was only mine
I needed a pool
To wait
For me
To have a place
To be
Play
Languorously in the pool
The water was cold
On my bare skin
Clear
Enough to
Pretend the shifting of shapes
Enough to
Become who I was
Not who I appeared to be
Supposed to be
When the end
Comes to me
You don’t have to do a thing
I will be there
The creek
Running to the Olentangy
My place to
Move back into the earth
Shifting shape again
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Y la muerte Danza continua |
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And the death dance continues
They say that if I love you when you die They say that if I hate you when you die Endless legacy for And the death dance continues We will dance in hate forever They say my hate for you Y la muerte Danza continua When will I gently hold When will I lovingly hear When will I finally accept And the death dance continues И смерть танец продолжается Until then NOTE: |
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RE-CREATING THE MIDDLE |
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President Obama is trying to represent the middle in the fight over the debt ceiling. I like what he is doing and how he is doing it. Please let us all get together to support his approach. I trust his vision of finding middle ground.
I think the Republicans are ready to send the whole country down the river. I will stick with the President no matter what the Republicans do. If the President needs me to sacrifice in order to reconstruct the middle ground I support him. If he needs to draw a line in the sand with the Republicans I will stick with him. I trust his instincts. I am a pretty far left guy but I believe that in the end the middle class and the USA will die unless there is a political middle. Ben Franklin imagined the middle class. I try to keep the middle class in my imagination. I think the Middle Class is necessary if America is to continue to mean actual opportunity for all. Many of our countrymen are frightened by the rising power of people of color in the world and in the USA. I am not afraid of that. (That is just the USA doing what God made the USA to do… prove that true equality of opportunity can create prosperity for all.) I am afraid that unless the left helps re-create the middle… the middle will end up being fascism. |
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Poison |
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The poisons come
Through my skin Through my mouth Through my eyes Through my ears Up my butt and Through my spirit The poisons come anyway so I digest toxins that kill strong men and stronger oxen The poisons come I keep using plans that have never worked I choose poisons like a connoisseur The poisons come Anything will do But in the mean time I will be your poison |
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Sabbath Dawn |
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I remember
There was a short sermon On a small hill In a little country I believe the fishes were quite real I believe the skeptical women made the fine soup And the men showed reluctant appreciation We listened to her without fear We sat then We sat there To the fish and the soup and the bread and the goats and the wheat and the wine |
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One Percent |
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The bloody brown
Tide of fascism Will forever flow in Now to ebb no more With swastika for sun Corporation for moon And church for comfort Tugging at Earth, Sea Corporate fiduciary child of Supreme Chicanery Working men and women in the middle Everything created Until there is Every hour of labor With swastika for sun We have all been sold the secret |
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