one part of the truth....

There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it. - Mary Wilson

The problem with the religious right and the liberal left....

This is a challenge for most americans but for this post I will focus on one... myself.
The challenge is simple; it is also a word that is misused so often it has become bastard.
It is summed up in the word "Love."
As one who prescribes to the biblical idea of “Christianity,” I realize love is held in the highest of standards. I don’t mean a love romantic in nature but a love that is unconditional yet somehow not unattached.

Jesus statements in Matt 22:36 are one of the best examples of unconditional love.

"Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?" ³⁷Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' ³⁸This is the first and greatest commandment. ³⁹And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' ⁴⁰All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."

Now I’m not usually one to quote scriptures because not all people believe it, so I will make an attempt at narrative.
As a wise friend put it to me “unconditional love is the kind of love a mother has for a child… even in the face of adversity. Like when she knows her child is going to cause great harm to the (her) world and she births him anyway… that is love inexplicable.”

That is the kind of love that I do not possess… like many I find it easier to find fault than to extend grace. I do not have a genuine love for the scourge the derelicts the lost if you will. But in the same breath I do not have a love for the betters, the wealthy, or the upper class.

With the constant push in the media for more and an under surge of selfishness; the constant need to consume and think of “your” betterment. There is no time for others or the thought of need outside our own. And I have bought into this lie, this illusion hook line and sinker. But I have pushed it to its fringes so much so that I completely exclude the thought of others… right down to their humanity.

But the best thing about love is it’s a choice. No matter how often that choice needs to be renewed, in it’s most basic form it is a decision. And unconditional love is the choice to extend grace to everyone.

Revolution is an idea and never an action

Upon contemplating freedom I wonder if it's possible that we are resting on the laurels and ideas of anarchists and revolutionaries.

MKULTRA

Another of the great systems of control is none other than the Government.

They regulate every aspect of life from what you eat to how you have sex. Every product you buy is sealed with a stamp of approval by good ol' Uncle Sam. And those without that stamp cannot be sold. Every movie you watch is rated based on uncle sams standards telling you content with phrases like mature subject mater.

Granted so far none of these are bad things, many of them are meant to protect you. But how many times have you had a say in product quality standards or movie rating systems? Now you may be thinking I have a say in the way I spend and in what I watch. While this may be true how often have you had say in a products minimum operation time or just what PG13 really means, when was the last time you understood the list of ingredients on something as simple a bubble gum.
The point I'm trying to make is this; in allowing constant regulation of our lives we loose control. We relinquish it to a select few, a group of senators, a board or committee, a CEO.
And I've said it before, corruption comes in many colors.... no one is immune. Why is it the minority rule over the majority?
Today I resign to begin a quite uprising... one of those things to make you think.

The Latest and the Greatest

The strange thing about honesty is it's unwavering. It doesn't care about your feelings or insight, it is only and can only be one thing.
To be honest I still haven't let my dream die.

"...what Malcolm X said when he got silenced by Elijah Mohammed was in fact true, America's chickens…are coming home to roost. We took this country by terror, away from the Sioux, the Apache, the Arowak, the Comanche, the Arapahoe, the Navajo. Terrorism. We took Africans from their country to build our way of ease and kept them enslaved and living in fear. Terrorism. We bombed Granada and killed innocent civilians, babies, non-military personnel. We bombed the black civilian community of Panama with stealth bombers and killed unarmed teenagers and toddlers, pregnant mothers, and hardworking fathers. We bombed Qaddafi's home and killed his child. Blessed are they who bash your children's head against a rock. We bombed Iraq. We killed unarmed civilians trying to make a living. We bombed a plant in Sudan to payback for the attack on our embassy, killed hundreds of hardworking people, mothers and fathers who left home to go that day not knowing that they would never get back home. We bombed Hiroshima, we bombed Nagasaki, and we nuked far more than the thousands in New York and the Pentagon and we never batted an eye. Kids playing in the playground, mothers picking up children from school, civilians, not soldiers, people just trying to make it day by day.

We have supported state terrorism against the Palestinians and Black South Africans and now we are indignant because the stuff we have done overseas is now brought right back to our own front yards. America's chickens are coming home to roost."

I'm making attempts at a lot of things. Lately the greatest of these fashions is honesty... me trying to be honest with myself, honest with others, honest with God. You see the truth is the more someone believes something the more likely he is to act on it. So what do i do? I do nothing for the simple reason I believe nothing or no one. I'm not quite sure which.
Or perhaps the things I believe are my own... not yet written in the marks of men.

It seems these burdens I carry... I carry them alone.
And this faith I have, this mantra I live by... I'd die for. Well I believe it truth but I cannot see it... It cannot be quantified.

So where does this leave me? Alone questioning my very existence, or deny the one thing I've know all along....