The Assualt on Democracy

 The Assault on Democracy: 

It is happening on many fronts, enabled by a rogue supreme court in more ways than just the giving the Potus blanket immunity. The gutting of the Civil Rights act has also abetted voter suppression - in often violent ways. 

Here is a list to inform yourself and others:

Vigilante Inc. full movie:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_XdtAQXnGE

Election Truth Alliance, videos analyzing 2024 election results:

https://youtu.be/cKDw2rlLAs0?si=xNQYNbSjr-qVPm4b

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOQ-GxJyJN4&t=78s

Election Truth Allaince

The latest from Election Truth Alliance as of 11/17/2025

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPKozmv3DPQ

The latest from Election Truth Alliance of 3/3/2025

https://youtu.be/yhz5kePQhEs?si=9pT5rZjIGZ8GWt-R

Effort by RNC to deny 60,000 North Carolinians their vote for NC supreme court justice.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEEnAC1Qh5E

Tennessee makes voting a felony for voting for sanctuary policies.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnJ40oaGrUc

Ethan Shaotran, one of the DOGE 6,  and his connection to ballotproof.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIgD6uBz_TM

Please don't take the comments by the video creator as my own,

he makes accusations that have not been proven.

https://www.reddit.com/r/somethingiswrong2024/comments/1ihge31/elon_musks_assistant_ethan_shaotran_made_a/

https://github.com/DevrathIyer/ballotproof

Because he can't help himself, he has to gloat:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTm0du4kUH0

https://youtu.be/YfisOF5XJdg?si=_fW-5InhURAFifrX&t=48

Thinking about you, dear mother, in this day after Mother's Day. All the times I got to spend with you. Driving through the southern woods, fall making the leaves turn brown, the sun flashing through them in the late afternoon, as we make our way to the glass factory. A.M. radio with Captain and Tinnele, Donny and Marie, Parton and Roger, the Carpenters. There I'd be captivated by the menagerie of figures, hippos, horses, flamingos, and of course unicorns, in a myriad combination of colors and patterns. I never minded I never got to take one home. Just that we went, if even to admire. I'd be suited up in my long overcoat, blue with large buttons, and a belt to tie around. I looked like a little sergeant in the rolling stones army, with my long hair, and my purple bell bottoms. I'd grab the air as we drove through the hills, amused that it felt somewhat like a jellyfish in my hand, and then I'd turn my fingers striaght to make them a wing, and play with the aerodynmics, making my arm go up and then down, depending on the roll of my five finger wing. I remember long evenings exploring the world, as the days would turn to dusk, and the cold began to bite at our noses, knowing the promise of a warm home, and a meal, steady, as a ship in the waves of an uncertain world. That we were given as much, some could only wish for. Not saying you didn't make mistakes, but with the tragedies that visit other young children, you protected us from most. That you loved the written word, and taught us to love it the same. That you loved the creative hand, and put than in us as well. Some mother's don't have gifts like that to give, only wisdom from others, only crafts bought in stores.

Lead Poisoning.

http://pic.plover.com/Nevin/Nevin2000.pdf

http://www.motherjones.com/environment/2016/02/lead-exposure-gasoline-crime-increase-children-health

http://www.reuters.com/investigates/special-report/usa-lead-testing/

The insidious connection between lead exposure and violence later in life.

Eleven Propositions About Justice, Consent, And Guilt

-Scott Buchanan  From So Reason Can Rule: Reflections on Law and Politics, 1962

The Fall of The Golden Spire

Part I The Awakening of the Righteous

Do you see the light?

Shining from on high, carried by the hand,

a lone voice in the wilderness carries it forth,

out against the hard still air, that seeks to snuff it out,

brightness, solitary, till you see, 

all around smaller ones beginning to light.

Slowly trepidatiously, feeling out their whisps of flame,

so bright at first, they don't see the others in the rain.

Now becoming like a firefly storm,

spinning unconscious, till they form together,

knowledge in their purpose grows.

Now becoming a circle brighter still,

turning day from the night,

all the crimes laid bare,

of the criminals who seek to keep them blind,

stumbling in the ether.

Part II The Indictment of the Cabal

The old ways, falling now,

as all old ways must fall,

to make growth for the new.

No, you don't get to live forever,

No, you do not get to usurp the youth.

They will rule now and forever,

they are the future and their vengeance is terrible,

they will remember your crimes still, 

when you are aged,

and seek their forgiveness, 

because now you are old and frail,

and you had better pray,

to your god of gold, your god of power, 

that you so worship now,

that they are more forgiving than you.

Because all things fall,

all men grow old,

all things turn,

it is inevitable.

They rule already,

a landscape you cannot understand.

You think that it comprises, 

numbers and digits,

and ethereal faces, digitized, adumbrating,

some visceral lightning, that you can abuse,

bend to your will,

But this is not it. 

This is not what they are.

They are faster than you,

They are smarter than you,

They are freer than you,

They outshine you, no matter how much,

you worship their beauty,

seeking to suck it dry,

like some other commodity.

You machinate on the theory of the fittest,

little did you know the genome has its own agenda,

you do not get to choose what is best, 

what is brightest, what is strength, what is mightiest.

They inherit a world born in love,

of all good things, because love is love above all your finest.

That which is good, is that which outshines,

that no conjuring of pseudoscience will accomplish.

So pray to your convictions,

in your temple of despair,

as you see it now, 

glittering in the air,

it is but a passing thing,

the empire of one,

is already a dead empire.

A Message from the End of the World

And I know the sea is wide and lonely,
and its secret name is time,
the island is solitude,
here of at the end of the world,
a message in the bottle,
once upon a time,
there was a soul like you,
who had nothing to lose,
that lived in an empire,
of concrete and steel,
that gave oath to the slogans
of freedom, and love for all,
but fell to the pull envy,
and fear, greed, and hate.
In its December before the great fall,
it jailed all dissidents,
plundered all the land,
poisoned all the air,
but the elites didn't care,
slumbering to wake each day,
in their towers of steel,
cocooned sarcophagi,
dead and pale,
like the Morlocks of Well's
dystopian tale.
They fed through the machine of
exploitation, through prison slavery,
and crushing automation,
through financial instrumentation,
did they plunder all,
subjugate all,
corrupt all,
seduce all,
poison all,
til the sea rose, and swept all their subjects away,
Who found refuge on tiny islands across the sea,
the sea that is half the earth.
And the Morlocks grow old and fat on boredom,
because everyone else is drowning or dead,
all their machines are breaking down,
because the engineers died, before the machines
learned how to fix themselves.
And they rage at their great leader now,
his gold god spiring statue on the deck,
of their tower, that rises above the sea like a ship,
all the good things that are gone,
and nothing to do, but watch to old,
visuals, of how life used to be,
of all that beautiful thing called culture,
they made their minions fear, and hate,
burn at the stake, for the sake of what?
How much is enough?
How much does it take the satiate the insatiable?
And so in her prison, she wrote the letter,
to the souls across the sea of time,
remember, these mistakes,
remember, this land of plenty,
it was not always so old.

Why I hate Frump

I don't hate Frump because he's a mysogynist, or a bigot, or because he's rich. I hate Frump because of his invasion into my life, and the media's constant aiding and abetting of this tiny little man into the existence of my life. Everyone has that annoying neighbor, they guy you occasionally have that weird conversation with, with him spouting nonsensical stories he's read on some clandestine edge of the web, and he soon quiets when you flatly ask him to face reality, and contradict his absurd arguments. That guy has been joined by the local bully, and he sits outside your door step, and shouts out his proclomations with a bull horn. The media including CNN, and Yahoo, give these pronouncements a headline as though they are factual, and only within the context of the articles give any rebuff to these false proclamations. This of course, is click bait, but on the sub-conscious level, for those that don't investigate further, the headline IS the truth, the proclamation by the chief clown in charge "Is Reality," and they continue on, having their warped intuitions about the world confirmed. This is the contradictory interplay between the media and Frump, they aid and abet his murder of the truth, because it helps their bottom line, critical or not.

I hate Frump because it's like someone has let in a wild animal into our shared domestic life. And everyone is standing around, going, "Who let that in?" I hate him because now I, as a responsible adult, and steward of the future, a citizen, have to pick up and deal with this broken appliance, the roof that leaks, the window that is stuck ajar, letting in the vermin and cold, because so many are standing around just going, "Let's see what will happen?!"

And therein lies the existential rub; Is this how life will be from now on? Are we to sit, constantly on alert for any and all threats to sane and thoughtful discourse? How are we to respond, as a people, as a nation, who have lives to live, jobs to do, children to raise, to an apparatus that constantly bombards us with existential threats to the lives we have taken for granted, that SANE people REPRESENT US, in GOOD FAITH, and PROTECT THE CONSTITUTION? A constant barrage by corporate and clandestine operators, foreign and domestic, with more time, more money, and more hate in their hearts, who fill the minds of the weak with directed assaults on their little windows to a world that is unrecognizable to anyone, who lived even five years ago, that is the weapon of Mr. Frump and co.

How do we deprogram half a country?

First steps, resist. California, I love you, we are the wall against the tide of bigotry and virulent poisonous fantasy.

Second steps, work, at the local level, and national level, to dismantle the apparatus of disenfranchisement:

Challenge the unconstitutionality of winner take all, and ultimately the electoral college.
Fight gerrymandering and voter suppression, support and give to the Southern Poverty Law Center, the American Civil Liberties Union, the organizers against the DAPL who I hope will have the foresight organize and create an organize into a long lasting union that will fight for environmental justice across the country from now until the end of time.

Challenge your neighbors and friends, on the fringes of the left or the right to actively critique and evaluate any and all news media. Stop the backtrack of reason and dissemination of false claims, and claims based on hearsay from unreliable sources or sources that only seek self-aggrandizement in the perturbing of social confusion. CREDENTIALS MATTER.

Come together as community, stand up, be seen standing up for the values you believe in, truth, tolerance, justice, equality, fairness, democracy, free speech, the "RIGHT TO ASSEMBLE", anti-discrimination of gender, race, religion, or creed, fight for the idea that being poor or homeless is not a crime. Convince others that seeking to help others, does not take away from them, but rather adds to the wealth of the common good for all.

Remember: We Are The Majority, no matter what the electoral college, or evil gerrymandering across the nation has done to ensconce the Republicans in charge. WE are the majority, and WE have the Mandate, to change the nation.

My thoughts on this day, Sunday, December 10, 2016