America, America... by Don Caldarazzo II
What is going on here? The election is over, and I was really hoping that now we could get back to business. You know, what we do here: provide a forum for issues that isn't beholden to the strictures of a stupefying Propaganda, and publishing the real, hard-hitting journalism that exposes the lies and errors of today's backward, manufactured society.
Hopefully, this is the final surge of the crud that is the product of election mania in this country. A necessary reflection that is becoming annoyingly prolonged.
If this goes on much longer, it will cease to be merely annoying and become decidedly unhealthy.
What do you think?
Esoterician, activist, percussionist, singer, writer, fractal artist, volunteer for the free people of earth in any way that works.
Mastermind sessionist, researcher and writer for Infictive.com.
Proponent of the Electric Universe Theory and a member of the Natural Philosophy Alliance.
Inveterate truth-hound and vivisectionist of falsehood and propaganda.
Persecuted since a teenager by the elite through the means of the drug war. Former member of a forced underclass created and maintained by a criminal group of plutocrats who are themselves above prosecution, who refuses to be defined by the would-be life-long punitive shame that is attempted to be forced upon those who had run-ins with the law when they were young. No sir. "I am still proud and upright in this life, gosh dag-nabbit," he tells us, and pins this to his collar as what it really is: A mark of distinction and sacrifice, the good and wholly patriotic American trait of subversion against Fascism, a badge of honor distinguishing him from the complacent.
Lives unremarkably and humbly, choosing to live simply and organically - healthfully!
"Your Honor,years ago I recognized my kinship with all living beings, and I made up my mind that I was not one bit better than the meanest on earth. I said then, and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it, and while there is a criminal element I am of it, and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free." --Eugene Debs
, statement to the court, 1918