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The Ruling Class Fears Trump

Another of those annoying articles that demands to be read, but with an open mind. We’re not out of the woods yet, my deal little Hansel and Gretel, in fact we are deeper in than we’ve ever been, and both, the Wolf and the Big Bad Witch have eaten most of your bread crumbs so there is no finding the old path back home again. Are you up to forging a new one?

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On July 4th, American Exceptionalism, and Ruling Class fear of Trump
Danny Haiphong, BAR contributor
11 Jul 2018

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The ascendancy of Donald Trump to the commanding heights of US imperialism has been a chaotic experience for the ruling class. Trump’s lives in the trash-heap of the ruling class and has been deemed “unfit” to command the machinery of the state. His thievery is wholly unexceptional. He is an old-fashioned liar and cheat. But he is petty in the eyes of the ruling class, a small man who is impossible to brand to the masses. He is a fool, but not foolish enough to simply go along with the imperialist program. One day he is cutting taxes for the rich and keeping migrant families apart and the next he is signaling détente with Russia and Korea. Trump is a headache to the ruling class even if he is no savior for…

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A Meditation on Faith: Bearing Witness

Another reblog from Frank J. Peter’s series: Meditation on Faith. The message is clear and unequivocal, but I’m reblogging also as a counter to those who take exception to these kinds of reminders. We need reminding because, honestly folks, as rank and filers, we are not nice people and we seriously need to rethink the way we are proceeding in life… in general. I have a lot to say about man’s inhumanity to man, but I know that the best “witnessing” I do is when I join hands with people I have little in common with to (at this time) help rebuild houses destroyed in natural disasters. If I didn’t involve myself thus, I would not be able to say a damn thing. We do, we change ourselves, THEN we can put up our hand and ask for permission to speak.

Frank J. Peter

Asking “What sermon do I want to give?” is so much easier than asking “What example do I want to set?”

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#JusticeForNoura – Death Penalty Overturned

When I signed the petition against Noura’s death penalty, I thought she didn’t have a chance but I said to myself, out loud, “Yes, this can happen” and it did. One small step for man, one giant step for mankind?

The Human Lens


On May 9, I had raised my voice against the death sentence of the nineteen year old Sudanese teenager Noura Hussein that has garnered international attention from all corners of the world.

In today’s era, where the grave issue of marital rape is still being taken lightly, #JusticeForNoura emphasizes that the world at large needs to address the legalization of recognizing spousal rape as a crime, that currently isn’t either inside Noura’s native country Sudan and many others around the world.

Earlier this earlier in May Sudan’s Islamic court had convicted Noura Hussein for the murder of her husband Abdulrahman Mohamed Hammad that had raped her with the help of three other men. At 16, Noura Hussein was forced to marry Hammad who was already 32 at the time.

Such cases are a normality in most part of the developing world, especially in Muslim communities where discrepancies exist on the…

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What we Settle For

(So, I thought to myself as I read this written who knows when, why not? And here it is)

a poem… by   ~burning woman~ 

It’s there – for all to see it doesn’t work –
but no one can see it;
not until it collapses in your lap:
when the hopes and dreams
shatter as glass when a rock is thrown
and children run laughing
while another screams inside a dark house.
Isn’t it amazing what we settle for?
What we convince ourselves of?
There is the tried and true and failed –
Oh yes, failed, utterly failed –
but what can one do? It’s all there is, isn’t it?

We are born into society – a pattern set in cement –
and even if we notice (too late)
the cement is cracked and crumbling
no one is pouring fresh stuff down here.

Let’s see, what are the options
for the budding human’s dreams?
There’s church – some kind of religion
so you can get hooked to God – the Great One
who’s more silent than the grave;
family – parents and siblings and fights
followed by separation and divorce
and relocation to another apartment.

There’s government – you register to pay
everyday of your life and beyond;
there’s school – education to make you fit in
and teach you how to walk with eyes wide shut.
There’s work – you have to make money —
it’s what makes it all go round and down.
There’s repetition: your own family now —
the confining straights of marriage
and kids and responsibilities no one ever taught —
you fly by the seat of your pants
and you remain afloat – maybe –
or you lose and fall and lose again.

And at that point there’s jail — you had your good times
they brought you too low and you couldn’t climb out
so they scoop you off the sidewalk,
in cuffs you watch your shiny stolen car
burn inside the basement of a house
and an ambulance screams away.

Stop, you say, stop already —
it’s not that bad, not for most —
and sadly I have to agree, it is not:
most accept the middle road, the common ground.
They warm the pews, fill the voting booths,
sit at desks half asleep to make it work
and in the end they commute, commute, commute –
like the beat of a train’s steel wheels
on a cheaply laid track —
to the job and back from the job,
“I owe, I owe, it’s off to work I go!”
and it all becomes the same, blurred, wasted emptiness
mixed with forgotten dreams alluded to
with sarcastic laughter once or twice at a party.

And hope, what happened to it?
Well, it’s still there, somewhere —
in the shoe closet with its broken flip shelf,
in the empty baby’s crib or the rusting barbecue.
Sometimes it’s in the cold hot tub
and sometimes in the boat with no license
or under the scum in the swimming pool.

Mostly it’s in the maxed-out loans and mortgages
maybe just enough to tell the Sheriff: not today,
just barely enough.
Dreams and hopes becoming the memories
rounded up to form the padding in the coffin.

The Reconciliation of Opposites and the Politics

I would have loved to be the one to write this essay, if I had Aishwariya Ramachandran knowledge and skill with words. This should be read by every single human being on this world, then seriously pondered upon.

Too much Too soon

It seems that over the last two to three years, there has been an increasing focus on partisan politics and the presence of identity in the public sphere. 

The ways in which we make sense of the world and the criteria and methods we use to do so have become decoupled from a common basis. We never really had this common basis, to begin with, but it seemed that we had a general and unifying sense that we were moving towards facts, reason and evidence-based policy, and away from the rhetoric, mythologizing and scapegoating that were the hallmarks of the great political upheavals of the last century, of National Socialism and authoritarian Russia and China.

Now, with the election of unprincipled populist candidates the world over, who have run successfully on campaigns of fear, division and false promises of wealth and security, it seems that we are far from being…

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Razan al-Najjar Murdered By Apartheid Israel. Again.

It’s Sunday morning here, in Williams Lake. A quiet morning in which, for a moment, to hide from the world at large. Then this post came into my email and I wanted to step outside and scream! I wanted to cry invectives against all of Earth’s so-called humanity for not caring; for not reacting; worse, for supporting such murderous activities and justifying them. Forgive my bile, this makes me sick at heart.


By Jerry Alatalo

“Truth is not only violated by falsehood; it may be outraged by silence.”

– HENRI FREDERIC AMIEL (1821-1881) Swiss philosopher

Razan al-Najjar

alestinian paramedic Razan al-Najjar was 21-years old on June 1 when she was struck and killed by Israeli sniper fire in Gaza. She was giving emergency medical assistance/treatment to fellow Palestinian victims of Israeli gunfire at the moment of her death. Close to 120 Palestinians have lost their lives while 10,000 have suffered injuries, nearly all as the result of Israeli military snipers’ bullets.

Her murder sparked worldwide outrage and condemnation, adding to intensifying criticism of the Israeli government headed by Benjamin Netanyahu, as well as the Donald Trump administration in the United States for its disappointing failure to respond in an appropriate moral manner.

The Israeli defense authorities added insult to the fatal injury inflicted on Razan al-Najjar by quickly producing and publishing a video…

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