Revolution @ MindSay 
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Recently I was raked over the coals here on MINDSAY and vilified for a response that was not, shall I say, appreciated by other respondents.
I was accused of cursing in my response when there was no cursing. I was most certainly adversarial as has been my wont and habit when confronted with, by my perception, grossly ignorant or obviously deceptive posts or out-and-out lies.
Admittedly I have been or am known, far and wide as a crude asshole. Admittedly, again, I am frequently just that in offering my statements, pontifications [both correct and grossly incorrect] and actions when I protest what is, from my perspective, fudking wrong.
Fudking idiots, greedy conservatives, heartless Republicans, ignorant politicians, crazy Christians, religious nuts and their supporters of whatever political stripe have planned in some instances, connived and conspired in many others and or too, too often blindly followed policies leading to the destruction of our high moral status and position of power in the world, our financial bankruptcy as a nation and to the verge of losing our once prised and touted and soughtafter haven for the beacon of hope for freedom on this planet: Democracy.
All such more than bothers me or dismays me. It angers me to the nth degree and I say so, often, and yes, often too crudely. Sincerely, David
From the years of Russia's stagnation prior to the revolution by Alexander Blok:
"Let the ravens croak and fly
Over us who daily die.
God, O God, let better men
See They Kingdom come."
(Photo: reenactment of the storming of the Winter Palace, done 3 years after the Revolution. The actual storming was at night)
They are as different as the cultures
That gave them birth...
And so we have reached a point in this Grand Experiment when I really should be typing something meaningful and thought provoking, but I do not know what subjects to cover that I have not already covered so I will instead do what I usually do and keeping on typing until something pops out and there it will be right in front of me and then it front of you and you will decide whether this is meaningful to you in some way. Or not...
So my fingers are rather tired and frazzled from all the manual labour they have been performing recently and they are thoroughly chewed raw with many small nicks and scraps and a few nasty looking cuts, but they shall soldier through with their mission that they have been assigned for they know their duty and they shall carry it out without complaint and they shall do so with a smile in their hearts for this is what they were born to do and they will do so...
And with all that is with me that is in need of release, why is it that one subject will not step forward and volunteer for this mission? Is there no thought brave enough to surrender his or her life so that they other may live within my head? Which one will grab the colours and march up to the enemy lines without fear? Which one of these thoughts will sound the charge and bare their sabre as they ride into the valley of death? I will not order any of them to give up their lives for their God and country, but one must volunteer for this supreme sacrifice. Do I have any volunteers?
And at this moment the silence is deafening as the troops retreat to the deepest darkest corners of my mind, wishing, hoping that I will not see them cowering in the shadows. And I will wait patiently for one to show me the courage that I know they all posses. I know my men well and I know that they will not let me down...
And still I wait as I stare off into the distance at nothing and yet I see it all. I behold the world that stretches off into the distance and I shall rejoice in the fact that I can just gaze into some far off land that is out there beyond the immediate - a strange land that I will never know. And I wonder if there is someone out there in the distance staring back knowing that he or she will never know the land that I find my self in at this moment. I wonder and I wonder about the impossibilities of this life. I wonder about all things and nothing. I wonder why I continue to type when it has become apparent that I have lost my way and there is not a map drawn that can get me from here back to my home. I know that no compass was ever created that will point me in the right direction. I know that at this very moment that I have become a ship without sails adrift in the sea of this universe, and I shall one day run aground, but where that will be, I will never know...
And yet I drift on. I drift through this life with not a soul manning the helm. And still I am and I shall always be and I shall rejoice in all that I was and all that I will become for I can do nothing other than rejoice in the glory of a lifetime in the strange outpost so far from civilization...
And such is the fate that I shall embrace and cling to for all eternity...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust....
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans and other life forms...
Ay coño! No me toques pero un poco. Venga mas cerca mija pero alli estas. Man rest in the meadows of meditation and thought only to feel the wind pass his face, the air streaming through his nostrils, and release of contentment in his breath. We face the world in front of us while confronting a world behind us. It is at times impossible for us to look down at our feet and see the ground on which we stand. At times, it is as solid as concrete, other times soft like sand, and more often a mix like mud that allows a little room to move, but still maintains immobilization. Our contemplation, at least mine, rest in understanding what has placed me on such questionable ground. I try to move about, but my feet are planted. Sometimes I have more movement and at times one foot is set free. There is solid ground ahead of me and quick sand behind and all the while the world is spinning back and forth switching from the past to the future. How am I to negotiate such rapid change and uncertainty in grounding? I look to myself and my heart as a guiding emotional logic for understanding what must be done in myself and with others. This perplexes and simultaneously frees me in knowing that I may be alone in companionship, but surrounded by evidence of meaning and purpose. Which do I choose and should I have to? Is it not possible to have both? I look to the historical biographies of great men involved in deep thought, contemplation, and resolution and they are for the most part married to their thought more than a person. If they had partners they were not remembered, yet their minds and meaningful quests have outweighed themselves and the significant interests. Some may call them mad and obsessed while others call them committed. Perhaps they are mad and should be committed. I, as well as man I believe, dabble on the boundaries of insanity and in sundry limbo, all while pursuing what we hope to be our cause. We really lead life undirected and without any real knowing of what is or should be. Perhaps this is the greatest and most exciting burst of ecstasy we can experience. The thrill ride of not knowing but hoping that we will not be disappointed. Between here and there, yet never any where is where I think I’ll always be. I have come to the idea that there is something more important than me in this world. I am not a servant nor a savior, but a humble man in search of what I believe to be a balance and harmony among man and nature.
Rage Against the Machine “Take the power back”
Bring that shit in! Uggh!
Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry
Now check this out...uggh!
In the right light, study becomes insight
But the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and right
So called facts are fraud
They want us to allege and pledge
And bow down to their God
Lost the culture, the culture lost
Spun our minds and through time
Ignorance has taken over
Yo, we gotta take the power back!
Bam! Here's the plan
Motherfuck Uncle Sam
Step back, I know who I am
Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beats and the lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with a quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back
Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back
The present curriculum
I put my fist in 'em
Eurocentric every last one of 'em
See right through the red, white and blue disguise
With lecture I puncture the structure of lies
Installed in our minds and attempting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
Holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yeah, we need to check the interior
Of the system that cares about only one culture
And that is why
We gotta take the power back
Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back
Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it,
break it down
Awww shit!
Uggh!
And like this...uggh!
Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way!
The teacher stands in front of the class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't perceive the lies
Bouncing off every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to some of that Bullshit that he learned in school
Europe ain't my rope to swing on
Can't learn a thing from it
Yet we hang from it
Gotta get it, gotta get it together then
Like the motherfuckin' weathermen
To expose and close the doors on those who try
To strangle and mangle the truth
'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react
We gotta take the power back
Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back
No more lies (repeated)
Yeah!
Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!
Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!
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