So I can't post, share, or speak through my facebook page...
I take my niece home, watch some shows and come back, and my friend Jean Worthley posted a Warren Buffet interview from a few months ago with how to end the debate on the deficit in five minutes. I go to post it, and cannot. I spend the next two hours trouble shooting. This is on the heels of watching raw footage of the Occupy movement, for which I feel a great kinship. If in a land of "free speech" how is that affected when the last iota of movement, sound, sentiment, look, appearance has been regulated since the time of the crook Nixon? Don't get me wrong, unlike many, there are things I admire and wonder about with him. We are a dishonest bunch and if you're an idealogue (why yes, yes, I am, love is the answer) and you are thwarted (okay ditto on that, and on how many fronts) how desperate would you be to play out your belief system, especially when that is what you are, what you cling to?
Nixon was a Quaker. If you don't know this affiliation you should get to know it. Women have pretty much had equal standing in the church and the people have equal standing within the church. So how did Nixon get so thwarted, so misaligned from his core beliefs. I believe a lot of it had to do with prejudice, whether right or wrong. Kennedy was a Catholic and the feelings at the time were he stole the election. If that were true, Old Man Kennedy was the desperate one.
Another time and place and we have so many roots of origins not only for our beliefs but also our poisons. Nixon believed in the conspiracy. So much so that despite his BEING president, having his Quaker roots and a deep abiding love for his country (or is it because of it as well as his sense of "right")he is turned. Listen to his expletive laden tapes, you wouldn't know he was a deep man of faith. But I understand as someone who didn't cuss until 18 or swear until 34. Each time the world broke me. Working in a shoe factory at 17 and having no base, except for the Vietnamese who didn't even speak our language, I learned how to say four letter words. Now you can tell when I'm upset, I cannot control the four letters coming out of my mouth and I'm more crass than any effing being here. I'm fifty four and I've learned to turn that curse into a request, G*D bless. I'm trying to not take that name in vain whether for sake of belief or simply hope.
So what does this have to do with Facebook. I'm paranoid. I hate, detest living this way. There are so many things I know intuitively. I am what I am. The most powerful are truly shaking in their bootstraps. Trying to suppress something they cannot quell. I am one of the amplifiers, the magnifiers, the minor/major bullhorn. This movement will NOT be stopped, except at the death of this world. There have been those that believe the Constitution is nothing but a "goddamned piece of paper". The ninety nine fight for the principle that it is not. It became a piece of paper when laws do not apply to those who can blatantly get away with breaking, rewriting, bending, ignoring them. It has ALWAYS happened, for at least a bit. But now the shift is being codified. It feels like Germany or the Pogroms all over again, though there are different players and victims.
Once you see a wrong, do you stand aside and let it occur over and over. Or do you stand aside and point out what it is. Or better yet, do you call it wrong and stand against it? This is a good time to soul search. Especially where I can't get onto Facebook and post the giggles, concerns, and news I do. I'm thinking I have a sleeping bag, and can pitch a mean tent. Would my family be okay without me? This pisses me off.
Nixon was a Quaker. If you don't know this affiliation you should get to know it. Women have pretty much had equal standing in the church and the people have equal standing within the church. So how did Nixon get so thwarted, so misaligned from his core beliefs. I believe a lot of it had to do with prejudice, whether right or wrong. Kennedy was a Catholic and the feelings at the time were he stole the election. If that were true, Old Man Kennedy was the desperate one.
Another time and place and we have so many roots of origins not only for our beliefs but also our poisons. Nixon believed in the conspiracy. So much so that despite his BEING president, having his Quaker roots and a deep abiding love for his country (or is it because of it as well as his sense of "right")he is turned. Listen to his expletive laden tapes, you wouldn't know he was a deep man of faith. But I understand as someone who didn't cuss until 18 or swear until 34. Each time the world broke me. Working in a shoe factory at 17 and having no base, except for the Vietnamese who didn't even speak our language, I learned how to say four letter words. Now you can tell when I'm upset, I cannot control the four letters coming out of my mouth and I'm more crass than any effing being here. I'm fifty four and I've learned to turn that curse into a request, G*D bless. I'm trying to not take that name in vain whether for sake of belief or simply hope.
So what does this have to do with Facebook. I'm paranoid. I hate, detest living this way. There are so many things I know intuitively. I am what I am. The most powerful are truly shaking in their bootstraps. Trying to suppress something they cannot quell. I am one of the amplifiers, the magnifiers, the minor/major bullhorn. This movement will NOT be stopped, except at the death of this world. There have been those that believe the Constitution is nothing but a "goddamned piece of paper". The ninety nine fight for the principle that it is not. It became a piece of paper when laws do not apply to those who can blatantly get away with breaking, rewriting, bending, ignoring them. It has ALWAYS happened, for at least a bit. But now the shift is being codified. It feels like Germany or the Pogroms all over again, though there are different players and victims.
Once you see a wrong, do you stand aside and let it occur over and over. Or do you stand aside and point out what it is. Or better yet, do you call it wrong and stand against it? This is a good time to soul search. Especially where I can't get onto Facebook and post the giggles, concerns, and news I do. I'm thinking I have a sleeping bag, and can pitch a mean tent. Would my family be okay without me? This pisses me off.