Observer, Historian & Author. Preserving History, one post at a time. Disclaimer: Not for the psychologically impaired. Apologies, but I'm not the midwit whisperer. https://commoncitizen.substack.com/
I am a proud American, a former Soviet Jew, a patriot, and an IT professional. “Socialism is the philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy.”
“The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings. The inherent virtue of Socialism is the equal sharing of miseries.” — Winston Churchill
"Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force. Whenever you give up that force, you are inevitably ruined."
~Patrick Henry
Think you're an accomplished shaman? Check out the source code on reality, and see if you can handle it.
Inin nemilizpohualiztli ca yancuic pohualiztli in huelquizaliztli in achtotlaca ihuan achtocihuatl intlacatiliz
ipan Inic Macuilli Tonatiuh, Nahui Ollin, tocahui. Inin nemiliz pohua in totatah, tonanah inpehualiz,
nican, Anahuac.
I tired more than once to tell you, to communicate what I know. You did not or could not listen. You can not show to anyone what she has not seen.
It's time to pull the cosmic trigger...
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When the mob governs, man is ruled by ignorance; when the church governs, he is ruled by superstition; and when the state governs, he is ruled by fear. Before men can live together in harmony and understanding, ignorance must be transmuted into wisdom, superstition into an illuminated faith, and fear into love.
Poet (n): A marionette or a clown, punked again by some proclamations of love, better off and having never learned a thing.
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Some Highlights:
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Quietly, nimble and soft,
Sun bright and smiling,
You roll away the weight of man's damnation.
Poof, fluff.
You are the cloud and the sky.
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An expanse among the smallness, and a beacon to my torn and tattered heart.
I am but a shard.