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Euphemisms for Murder:

23 Thursday Mar 2017

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Murder, Peace, U.S. Military

U.S. “Air Strikes” and “Defense”

-by Bill Watkins 3/23/2017

6th Commandment

Murder is not Defense.  Killing is not defense.

A criminal’s heart does not have to stop beating for them to no longer be a threat.

Non-lethal weapons exist.

***

Could a government formed on Native American blood, African slavery, and covert assassination ops ever turn around, find its own heart, and cleanse?

“We” are not lost, just as “air strikes against Isis” is really “mass murder of suspected criminals and their families.”

I am not lost.

Found by Alcoholics Anonymous, God, a new awakening to truth and goodness—a chance to live the dreams of youth.

I suspect alcoholism and addiction, total bedevilment of the sad “American” soldier, selling his or her soul with that first “shot” on the firing range.

Trained to murder.

Justifying the murder with the grand Pious Fraud that “these killings will help us win the war on Terror.”

The Devil is full of expressions—Euphemisms to justify insanity, sin and iniquity.

And our perverse U.S. military is sadly under their spells.

***

Heal, brothers and sisters.

Give back Native land in accordance with the old treaties—broken for gold and greed.

Heal, brothers and sisters!

Pay our debts, both financial and emotional.

Pay the African slave descendent a stipend, a travel grant so that he or she can return to land from which they were brutally, immorally stripped.

Heal, brothers and Sisters!!

Repeal and Replace the Second Amendment, justification for murder. Now.

Heal, brothers and sisters.

Stop killing.

Stop calling murder “self-defense,” “defense,” and “air strikes to defeat terrorism.”

Murder is murder. Killing is killing. Stop.

Pasadena Stop Sign

Second Amendment Wrongs

23 Thursday Mar 2017

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2nd Amendment, Constitution, Love, Military, Murder, Police

The right to kill permeates military
spending, uniforms sparkling,
“something to do” as we seek out
and destroy to generals and devil’s
cold glaring shout of pride
and approval, the parade going by,

so sharp and sure, knowing
what to do finally, because they
yelled in my ear what I’m supposed
to do.

This was years after I neglected Moses
on the hill, or upon returning from
God.

A few tablets or one, or two shouted
easy truth—so it seemed, ten commandments
then hundred of little laws;

but the commandments, they are still
good. Thou shall not kill is re-written in
1789, ’90 and ratified in ’91 as the Second
Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.

Thou Can and Should Kill, sayeth not Moses
but geniuses like Alexander Hamilton and
Washington, War-mongers in sharp
beating uniforms parading in peace-time
to simple orders.

“… the right of the people to bear arms”
the rally call for NRA and killers all, so fun
at the range or in a video game, paramilitary
or on the front line, get a holster, clean your
weapon, Soldier, time to learn to live
by your gun, die by it too—go to court,
pull out the Second above Moses and God’s
Sixth—plead insanity or “self-defense,” the same
thing:

To MURDER as self-defense! “Yes,” the Devil
loves that amendment! “Make more like
that, abandon God, forget Moses, and
Jesus, rabbis and priests hypocrites
the lot of ‘em!”

BOOM, LAPD shoots another in the chest;
the bum was reaching for his vest,
must have been bad—the evil as much
in thinking we know the future as anything
else.

So vain, so sad, we plead the fifth against
the second avoid the sixth and cop
to violence over and over again
at borders and beyond, your own
front lawn.

“The right to bear arms, “defend by
killing—“Justifiable homicide,” the
Devil’s favorite two words, those and
the one known as “judging,” so
“please” the Devil pleads, coerce the
people to go in and judge others!!

Throw out Moses, God—take YHWH,
write it LORD, then bastardize it as
“Lord” without the capitals, go all the
way—

Amend real, ancient and wise law with
the right to bear arms, “right to kill”—

Murder God now!

Or repeal toward peace to Devil’s
frown, the God we kill rising up
to guns and bullets melting down
except for the ones used to hunt
our food, we can change even though
the world cannot.

And this was good.

“Terrorism” – Helping the Devil

23 Thursday Mar 2017

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God, Love, Peace

Dividing the Issue of Crime

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-by Bill Watkins 3/23/2017

The Devil loves it when we divide on anything.

Confusion is the movie he loves to watch, grabbing a good helping of Hell’s popcorn, pulling up a chair, and cheering at his favorite fiery flat screen.

God just shakes his head from Heaven, knowing He or She put Satan down amongst his Creation to challenge and test us.

God watches the same movie, of course more prudent in diet, snacking moderately on a glorious fruit salad—no cheering, as God does not doubt nor gamble.

***

Why is the Devil so happy when a reporter or politician calls a murder or mass murder “terrorism,” an “act of terror,” or relates a crime to some “religion” or “religious belief?”

Because a Division has been made.

Instead of fighting crime, poverty, banding together to help all people—words to label human beings as “terrorists” excite the dark lord of confusion, who revels in our judgments.

“Judge others!! Label people!! Character assassinate whole peoples and religions!!” the Devil yells at that flatscreen, popping greasy popcorn greedily down his lava-like trap.

Clinton: Have Courage

20 Monday Mar 2017

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Joy, Love, Peace

It’s Time To Admit We Were Robbed

-by Bill Watkins 3/20/2017

Ladies1

In 1938 my grandmother, Louise Ward Watkins, became the first female Californian to run for United States Senate.

We are so proud of her for that.

Definite liberal, right?

Heck no, she couldn’t have been more conservative, more anti-bureaucracy, more anti-communist.  I’ll give her “pro-immigrant,” though, especially involved with Japanese-American rights and culture.

So, I should have grown up a decent feminist, right?  Pro-women, go get ‘em, ladies!?

Sorry.  I grew up a little rootless, a little belligerent, chauvinist, started drinking alcohol young right next to worthless sports playing.

When I got sober, though, I found the feminist within, found pride in ladies’ achievements.  In fact, looking back on my recovery process, where can I look without a female person being there to help me?

My sister inspired our whole family to engage in recovery.  My mother and sister received me in their homes, so I could rest between twelve-step meetings.

The Al-Anon meetings I attended were more and more female-heavy, until I looked around at a meeting in La Canada, California before sitting down one day, raised my hand humbly to ask the group:

“Is this a women’s meeting?”

They said no, pulled out a chair for me, saw me through great realizations and self-discovery, and were the first audience in my little comedy career.  We laughed, cried, and grew up together, and I am grateful to those extended mothers and sisters, who made me a better person, one day at a time.

***

And then there was Hillary.

Proud, pretty, active, smart, and Presidential.

I criticize, as my grandmother would, or her son, my father—the Democrat platform of over-spending on domestic programs.

I question the Democrats’ counterparts, the war-heavy and over-spending Republicans with respect to “national security.”

I question both parties when they exclude talk of “God” or Higher Power, then PLAY GOD, supposing humans are so great, deceiving voters into thinking people great.  We spend and spend—even money we don’t have, to prove we are great, but fail in the end—succeeding only in piling up a massive debt.

Our national sins blare while we vote on Native American blood, on un-retributed Slavery, on JFK’s blood, while covert CIA washes their hands again and again, tweeting their ability to “accomplish what others cannot accomplish and go where others cannot go.”

We killed Kennedy, covered it up—call Jack’s blood “classified,” then carry on like a murderer who picks up a check, signing it over to charity with a smile.

I am crying, some would say about the past—whining, but all for the purpose of salvaging:

Righteousness.  Truth.  Exposing cheaters, thieves and crooks.

We need to welcome back Native America, to honor our old treaties with them, to create a Trail of Cheers for Cherokees back to their land.

Offer Seats in every congress or city council to Native Americans.  They, not us, should lead this country to what it could be.

We need to pay our debts, including to African Slave descendants, to allow those people to travel back to native lands—decide if really, this is their country, or perhaps a better one is behind them, the one from which they were so brutally stripped years ago.

Land of origin is important.  God gives all people land.  My people left England for reasons unknown to me, but my guess is for fame and riches—as the Watkins side were on the “Jamestown” expedition of 1607.

Armor, conquering, and “naming” lands already inhabited.  Racism.  Ethnocentrism.

Well… before I remove myself back to England, I stand for the issues already mentioned, and for Hillary:

Hillary, who was of two candidates for the presidency in 2016, the only presidential, appropriately acting one.

Hillary—who was robbed, not necessarily on election day!!! No.  BUT I AM HEREBY SICK OF THE SCARED PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO ADMIT THE TRUTH OF WHAT THE RUSSIAN HACK DID TO HILLARY CLINTON’S CAMPAIGN.

HOW ANY INTERFERENCE AFFECTS VOTES!!

Example:

I love Bernie Sanders.  He’s my guy.  Whoops!!  He lost to Hillary.  Wait, some say Bernie was robbed of the nomination.  Hmm…

Look at those Hillary emails LEAKED BY WIKILEAKS.  Hmm.

She’s being investigated by the FBI?

Wow, I think I’ll vote for Trump.

How can any objective person NOT THINK AN ELECTION RESULT IS AFFECTED BY INTERFERENCE?  FAKE NEWS?  ESPIONAGE?  LEAKED PERSONAL EMAILS?

Stop cowering, Hillary supporters.  Stop the shyness, reporters.  And stop the insanity, Republicans, before you become accessories to treason.

Let’s eye this for what it is:

The Democratic candidate for president in the 2016 election DID NOT GET A FAIR SHOT AT THE POSITION BECAUSE OF A RUSSIAN-LED HACK AND DISINFORMATION OPERATION.

The vote is moot, the vote should not count.

Say it. Say it again:

Hillary got robbed.

Of what possession?  The chance for a fair election.

Now, historically, we are not a fair nation—based on the sins aforementioned in this article.

The Clinton robbery is for me a fourth major sin.

Natives, Slavery Retribution, Truth for JFK, and may we now GIVE HILLARY THE SPOT SHE DESERVES.

I say to all parties involved, but specifically to Hillary/Obama-haters:

I feel your pain.  Those Democrats SPEND TOO DANG MUCH!!  They are too loose on immigration policy and on enforcing law!!!

I’ll help you, if you help us.  Let’s do better, spend less, pay our bills, and put an experienced, proper, presidential person in the White House.

Hate is a terrible paradigm for decision-making.  Discard it now, admit that hate blinded us to obvious moral questions regarding the suspect Republican candidate for president in 2016—the current usurper.

Clinton was such a strong candidate, and the prospect of Obama “Part Two” was so hard to even consider for opponents, so:

Republicans went with a shady strong man to bully his way to the once-respectable and most revered American leadership post.

Washington, Adams, Lincoln, FDR, JFK, Reagan, Bush… and now an apparent crook, who clearly benefited from Russian interference.

Don’t allow this.  Stand up, and let’s right our wrongs—even if it takes you, like me, toward removal from Native American land.

Fears and Dreams

16 Wednesday Sep 2015

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Plastic Bags

Market talk used to be about
weather at least.

Now, because of uneducated, short-
term thinking politicians and green
lobbyists we have the “bag” discussion,
the Q and A about bags.

Inanimate objects do not walk into the ocean,
or even float or fly there,
without human aid.

Should we outlaw humans at markets
in California?

That, or teach law in schools,
remind kids not to litter,
encourage them to bring that value
into their homes if missing.

Do school cleanups, pass out
awards for effort, until our cities
look like we care about them.

God’s Day is Sunday for me, Saturday
for the Jews, and forgotten by the
resentful bum or parking meter—
miserly going about business seven
days a week, head down counting change.

The Lazy Rooster wakes and crows
at noon, is called lazy by the other
roosters, until he reminds them that
those who judge get judged, a waste of
time to concentrate on others’ defects.

To fight back fears, I stay sober a day
at a time, accumulate books, items
from the past, Wisdom of the ages—
stack it up for rainy days.

I’m a Man of Mystery, working
on time’s proud history, 1-2-3,
Truth coming and going, waiting
for the next ask.

“Where’s the smile?” There it is,
and often I go there, unless of course
there is a cross to bear.

The snake first appeared to me
while I was in my crib looking up
at stars alone, feverish in a dream.

I screamed and no one cared. No one
seemed to understand; they had partying
to do, running from their fears
of voids, quiet times, and “nothing to
do.”

Nothing is everything, ask Borges or
Seinfeld, or Einstein or the guy who
invented the equation:
E=mc2 + 1, where one is God.

Or 1=0=Infinity – you can define
terms, use language I dare you!!

Fictions depicting fact, the closer you
look at Truth, the hazier the moment
gets—look at an Argentine waterfall
in the land of toucans, you can!

Live, stretch yourself, the dreams you
dream do have ears that care,
but seek them not, only your
dreams to share.

And they, Peace of mind—Heaven…
will be there

Political Fireworks

27 Thursday Aug 2015

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CIA

paper petitions circulating
by people “qualified” because they
have survived at least eighteen years
of life.

One more thing to change, go
where poets don’t naturally go,
but what is it the CIA says?

“He is a threat, wipe him off the
face of the Earth!!” Oh, I kid
my brothers and sisters in Service—

God bless the Langley workhorses
and grunts, patriotic to the bone;

Just ease back on the violence, remember
church and its teachings growing
up; the Bible reminding us to pray
in private—yes, but at least at Church
we got some gospel—

Always Good.

Bombs light up the night, and kill me
slowly, my dogs going crazy, when
I moved into Los Angeles, I didn’t
know the war with Mexico was still
being fought! Holy crud, don’t say
it’s not.

I have met illegal immigrants, forced
across the border from there to here
because of abuse, drug wars, gangs,
violence.

They even tried to apply for Visas three
times; denied thrice, they hopped the
border on a truck that puttered over
a desert road late at night…

What if there was a Trumpian wall, add
some flowers and bushes to look nice?

That border-hopper’d have to take a trip
to Mexico City instead of my city, set up
camp on the steps of their Presidential
Palace, green white and red, cabbies
running around la catedral, el Zocalo beautiful—

Demand that beauty find its way to the
farmer, Zapata still fighting his own
war through sons and daughters of revolution.

Their murals are ours—I know we are neighbors
and close; but that does not mean we
need to leave the backdoor open if they want to
climb in at all hours, we must
have some rules, call them…

Laws!! Oh yeah, already named, law—
that collaborative artform making Mona Lisas
of ideals, dreams, what we are and what we could
be…

Please stop reading this and study law right now,
if you have not already. If your school
was incomplete enough to leave
out Law and Civics… They “prep” us for
“College,” a lot of hoopla for the rich!

I reject all that does not yield peace of
mind, including personal-use fireworks,
perverting a national birthday and proving
it national Mexican-American war day
in the city I live in, the City of blown-
up angels…

They’re on the floor, can be mended,
can fly again; let’s listen for
and adhere to the best ideas, for now
a nice wall, teaching law, and banning
alcohol ads a great start.

Kill Amendment number two, murder
lethal policing, destroy private campaign
spending and I’ll be the first
to propose a great legal firework show
to celebrate the Rebirth of our weird,
fractured, effort-filled Nation…

God bless all of us, one day at a time;

God bless America, its neighbors,
and the boundaries that make our
relationships manageable and useful…

BOOM!!!

Plastic Bags

26 Wednesday Aug 2015

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JFK, John Lennon, MLK, RFK

You look at the easy way.

It’s easier. The easy route, please
some people, score some money
do what the last guy did and win
that political seat.

We forget to pause in the workaholic
anti-Tao of perfectionistic
American society, so that we
may be divinely perfect.

Absence of action is needed when
they call for “Death to Plastic
Bags.” The bags, they must
have grown legs and jumped into
the ocean, let’s quick fix it—pass
a law, it will keep me in office,
get me elected next time—

The voice of “green” is hot right now,
go with the first flow you
see on TV, they’re ticked because
plastic bags wrapped around
a pelican’s beak, it’s plastic
blood they seek!

We can act – or we can step back,
and think.

Maybe it isn’t the plastic bags at fault, but
the people young and old
who litter them.

Maybe law and civics should
take precedence and importance
over reading and math at schools,
break to principal’s orders and clean
up the school when litter is found
on the ground—

Teach kids something of value.

Perhaps the U.S. Constitution
should not be on the pedestal it
is on, let’s reinvent—especially
where it age discriminates, asserting
a man’s worth by how many times
the earth has rotated around the sun
while he’s been alive—Age discrimination!

No matter that he’s incompetent, he’s of age.
No matter he’s drunk swerving to the
polls, he’s of age, so let him go, better
than the twelve-year old who knows
everything about the candidates and wants
to help?

Better than the eight year old that wants
to be a part of things, has learned
to read, has a favorite candidate, cares
about his country.

Then there are the ladies, busting loose,
songs can sing it racial freedom growing
faster than the age barrier already mentioned—
police shootings?

That’s about violence not race, don’t
tell me it’s okay to shoot white people
in the torso, no thanks.

Go to non-lethal. Works for European
police, why not ours?

The 2nd Amendment needs serious review,
scratch that repeal. Justification
for every violent sin, a horrible “Right”
written by 18th century racist, violent men
doing the best that they can, but please:

Let’s knock ‘em off that pedestal, for once
and for all.

Kennedy killed by rogue CIA’s, Truman’s
perverted outfit still preaching and
perpetrating Covert and Secret ops like it
was written into that backward constitution,
and so becoming the fourth branch of
government behind our backs,
Cold War serving their payrolls, making them rich—
the blood of the world bowing to their
Capitalist expansion.

Lethal weapons are the Devil; stand by
him and do your evil, God Will Win;

And our country will too, it belongs
to God, the Indians.

I’m not saying we go back, we fought
them and won some fights, the British,
the Spanish, the Mexican War still
being fought—mostly in Los Angeles.

A border wall could go up and should
as long as landscaping, flowers and trees
make it all pretty.

When you accumulate territory, fence it off,
the mansions of Beverly Hills have walls,
why not our country?

Would make Mexico stronger too, they’d
have to look to themselves more, and
Mexican people running from violence,
abuse, drug wars and hell, will have
to hunker down and elect a woman or
child to lead them out of Porfirio Diaz’
European adventure gone bad—the scoundrel
acts politicians repeat over and
over again, we’ll see it as long
as we allow money to buy leadership
seats.

My dad is ninety, he and I opposites in
every political way but one: politicians rape
the process, and lack the balls to win
with ideas, scrap it out, trust in ideas,
scrap it out, let media take hold the
ones that care and really work—scrap it out…

Or we can just teach kids it’s okay to litter,
just not plastic bags. And by the way, you
are the future, young people, BUT NOT
ALLOWED TO VOTE OR PARTICIPATE in
our country. Until you are jaded like us, run
for the senate when you’re balls and boobs start
sagging, now you’re ready to really give of the
anger from your failed lives.

Plastic Bags? Shoot Kennedy in the head
and lock up the documents that point
to LBJ, Allen Dulles, Nixon, Bush, and every
coward to ever take the oath of office
on JFK’s blood.

Next to his, the blood of Oswald, the
fallen Patriots John Lennon, Martin
Luther King Jr., Robert F. Kennedy,
all the courageous JFK witnesses snuffed
out by rogue Cold War coverts bent
on putting the fight against Communism
ahead of human life.

God bless us, I forgive us, can you?

My uncle served to the highest navy
level, left his mark, achieved greatness
and could make a nephew feel like
a champ, I salute the Navy
and Army—all the Defenses, not forces,
serving not killing, the effort to
scramble and hustle until you promote
your way up—Yes Sir!

God rid us of the Diabolical side, help
us study the path of non-lethal politics
and policing; forgive us our stepping
in front!

(one thing the forefathers did better
than we; supplication to Higher Power,
they brought not religion into politics,
but God.)

G.ood O.rderly D.irection, Something
under which to be humble, Geocracy
makes more sense that Democracy,
allow me to define:

Where God, Earth and People rule, not
just “people,” an impossibility during
an earthquake or hurricane, we are not
alone!!!!!

Nascar knows it, keeps Sunday as Sabbath,
we’d all be wise to keep a day of the week
to pray.

Knock off those parking meters for that day
and watch Karma rise, the City of L.A.
become more than a bastion
of civil war and illegal aliens, but one day
of Angels.

The wall to our South might help with
that. Plastic bags are a great product,
reinstate them.

And teach our kids, in public schools,
private schools, all schools:

Not to litter.

Get a non-lethal force to help our sick,
violent killing team; relieve them, keep
a handful of SWAT like London does in case
the wheels come off, but stop
patrolling US like WE are the ENEMY.

You are, getting your first holster at
the police academy. Being yelled at
by a drill sergeant, learning to detach,
not to care, and to toughen up;

No thanks, we need caring, not killing;
Love, not the Easy path that is Hitting Back,
getting mad, and delivering mad’s
punch, as if the world needs another death,

Osama Bin Laden not a god—just another
man killed by stupidity and expensive political
seats.

Plastic bags and beer ads—
you ban a bag before those ads?

Cigarettes are no good for TV and radio after
1970 but alcohol is? A flammable,
volatile, toxic substance for “drinking?”

Jesus. I love you, America, this has been
a test, this is only
a test, then a dream, then I’ll
wear the right shirt at the market that
says, “I don’t give a shit about plastic bags.”

Prepare for Peace

26 Thursday Mar 2015

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Joy, Love, Military, Peace, Police

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Police, paramilitary and Military training
that I’ve seen forget a key
course, the most important lesson
of all to take into the world:

Knowing what to do if no one
or nothing is wrong.

If all is quiet, no crimes are being
committed, no borders breached:

DO YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO
IN TIMES OF PEACE?

I fear (prayer the remedy)—better yet,
it concerns me, the gung ho nature
of violent training, “preparing for war”
and “violent criminals shooting their
guns.”

As depicted in Apocalypse Now and
W. Bush carrier landings, the hoopla
and hype and “excitement” to go to war,
to use training to kill

is sick.

But that’s okay God love you anyway,
just learn how to organize twenty-four
hours of Peace. Difficult, I know!!

Takes an alcoholic at war with himself for years
to understand the compulsion
to seek and destroy, to find some “safe
place” apparently made safe by guns
all around you, but then you forget Jesus
who said “live by the gun, die by the gun”—

you’re painting a target on your heads sons
and daughters…

***

I know he said “sword” not gun, by the
way I’m not totally dumb, I used
to be scared and run, and figure that
if I “got you” before you “got me”—
well, then, I was living…

Ten percent of those who go into
police and military should be trained
for the worst.

The other ninety, give’em to me, to
Peace, to helping other nations, ours,
to being of service.

You have to learn to take one on the cheek,
and give them the other one to hit,

BECAUSE THAT IS REALLY SECURING

World Peace, friends

Campaign Fund

17 Saturday Jan 2015

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Jefferson, John Adams, Joy, Love, Peace

I could have entitled the poem
Fuck Shit Pussy, and much of what
I wanted to say would have been said.

Emotions hover around visions of
John Adams and Jefferson, accepting
their nominations with humility
and honor, doing their best.

How much did John Adams spend
en route to victory in 1796? How much
money in political contributions did
he make?

A central bank, Hamilton’s Treasury
Department, an army in peacetime
chompin’ at the bit to fight (or else why
train?), good and evil elements spitting
through the cracks in Government…

Ah!! If only the world and life itself
could be controlled by voting.

Politics an okay pursuit, for why not
attempt to order chaos around,
it’s fun—what Da Vinci did with
some colors and a canvas, smile!

The Mona Lisa is divine…

So could our lives be; check in,
check ourselves—Change, revolve
and so let’s go back to a new
beginning. Earn our fireworks
on July 4th, aim with me a poetic
hopeful atom bomb at:

CAMPAIGN SPENDING.

Blow it up. Kill it all, turn our
will and political lives back to
effort, truth and humble acceptance
of nominations bestowed on the
deserving.

Ideas and effort, not soliciting and money—

Could you imagine like me, the beauty
in that City Hall or Capital party, the
day we turn it all over to the people,
to a better process.

Ideas having priority, age would cease to
matter, we could raise up a fifteen
year old to lead, if they had the ideas
and drive—why not?

We claim they’re the future… I give my
power away today. Past 35, we’re all in
descent, let’s get honest as our private
parts drop, encourage kids to rise up—
Let’s GO!!

You know, this could be great—we weed
out the weeds. But then there’s salary—even
Adams made a big one for public service
in politics.

The root of all evil? When pursued, yes.
When accepted as a thing among 10,000
things, taken or left—

Fine.

Public office acquired by campaign funds
to secure a career? The best solicitor wins?

This thing could be idea-run… we must
decide.

Summing Up JFK — Halftime…

22 Monday Dec 2014

Posted by Bill Watkins in Political

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Conspiracy Fact

The Devil wants everybody dead,
instilled the fear to kill first in
many, and revels in your secret
society, the darker—the more robes
and chanting, the better.

Give the Devil, fear, an inch and
he’ll take ten miles, let that
cat of its bag—watch it run amuck
all over this planet, Truman named
it the CIA.

God bless information, and defending
borders—I always said our borders
are like a front door. “Knock, knock”
then “Who is it?” And if they be friend
open up, let them pass, God bless them
and you for the welcome mat.

If you sense evil or violence at your
door, who do you call?

The temptation is for fighting fire
with fire, pre-emptive strikes—use force.

But I’ve seen more done with prayer,
ministry and love, than fear’s hate,
“hatred leads to suffering,” Yoda reminded,

So the game is still “good” and “evil,” still
the same deal; growing up you just realize
the fallibility of every human being—

And every human gathering, social group,
political organization, government!!

All fallible, all faulty, all capable of good
and bad.

I used to think such a large group of people
in space called the United States of America
and its government must be right!!

Um… not so much. We are like any
other nation.

The wisest nation realizes this, and looks
to Higher Power still, for guidance and
direction.

The Ten Commandments STILL are good;
Killing and bearing false witness against
thy neighbor STILL bad!!!

Crimes are punished not principally
and most importantly by us, but by
God, conscience, karma, dharma,

And if you step back as Lao Tsu suggests,
you will enjoy this world more—

Knowing we cannot change it.

This was supposed to be about
John F. Kennedy and his murder—
those who committed it still “running”
our country.

I am running after them, not to
murder back, but to minister, to shine
a light, fall in love again with truth,
and take them with me to Betty Ford
and beyond where I’ve been lucky enough
to go.

To share my spiritual awakening with fear
itself: Skull and Bones not knowing it’s
evil, just waiting for a better idea.

Truman’s covert getting caught, and Cuba
being freed, I love my right wing southern
white drawlers, who grew up shooting guns
and fighting because that’s what Daddy did.

He also went to church, Dad did, and good
fought with evil—faith with fear—in him as well.

I don’t know if he won or lost there, but
you could win by putting your gun down,
and if the fighting continues you’ll have to
take one on the cheek as Jesus taught, then
give your other cheek.

Watch the fear run for the hills, when you
embrace pain as part of all things, a path to
joy.

Lies abound, and that’s a conspiracy fact,
so many lies supporting the business of government
that it seems impossible to go back and mend
our broken fences, like JFK.

So the Justice Department keeps lying, supporting
the Coup of 1963, for the truth is too scary,
could “mean my job;” I’m just hanging on here
to life, isn’t that enough?

God wants our truth, you do too, and your awakening
awaits the moment you let the guard down,
let them enter your house (say a prayer first),
recall something good in your life, like youth.

Perhaps you missed it, I have drank it away,
but it’s never too late.

Dallas Police, Justice Department, FBI, CIA,
Johnson, Nixon, and the Bush family God
Bless You…

Tell the truth, and be set free.

Yale’s youth, bewitched in dark roomed
cliques, God bless you…

Tell the truth, and be set free.

U.S. Armed Forces stand down, and
wait for commands from New York;
there’s a World Peace outlet at work
there.

Jesus

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