Search for the Hero. M people and the The elasatic Oz band

Because you and only you alone
Can build a bridge across the stream
Weave your spell in life’s rich tapestry
Your passport to a feeling supreme

A less famous still from Modern Times.

Charlie Chaplin Swallowed by a Factory Machine – Modern Times (1936)

The Conquest of Circuses.( A Poem)

Was The "Inconvienient Truth" Always a "Convienient Lie"? #CLimateChange #ParisAccord #TrumpsEPA #WattsUpWithThat #DeSmogBlog #ScienceofDoom

Staggering Financial Illiteracy. Project Syndicate Journal of Establishment Self reference.

Was The "Inconvienient Truth" Always a "Convienient Lie"? #CLimateChange #ParisAccord #TrumpsEPA #WattsUpWithThat #DeSmogBlog #ScienceofDoom

Take a Proper gander at the Olympics in Japan. “A New Poem”

January 30, off with the heads of the many headed hydra. Love is the answer, lets pray for the Kakistocracy’s redemption. Render unto Ceaser.

Regime Change. Part One – How it’s done.

As long as someone is being prevented from expressing some opinion – even if later they and their opinion turns out to be every bit as loathsome and brutal as those of their oppressors – it does’t matter. For your purposes they can be portrayed as champions of free speech.

Once you have found them you must then find thinkers and organisations who will write about the noble aspect of your dissenters and your persecuted. It can be as simple as the fact they are being persecuted. You must then fund protests. This isn’t hard. All protests need funds. The important thing is to fund them without being seen to fund them. This too isn’t difficult. There are any number of NGOs, foundations or even private donors to whom you can funnel cash, who can be relied upon to forward your largess. You can even use organs of your own state as long as they have the right name and can claim to be disinterested champions of some noble cause – The National Endowment for Democracy is a perfect case in point. They are an organ of the US state but their very name insists that they are non–partisan, not really anything to do with US government, but are instead champions of nothing more than Democracy itself.

General Election 2017 Parralles to 1951. #Corbyn4PM Labour Can win

The Bastiat-Proudhon Debate on Interest (1849-1850) Letter 13

monopoly which runs against both the principles of justice and
the dictates of utility. They are the main obstacle which
prevents the successes of modern technics from being brought into
the service of all, so as to produce general well-being. The
Anarchists consider the wage-system and capitalist production
altogether as an obstacle to progress. But they point out also
that the state was, and continues to be, the chief instrument
for permitting the few to monopolize the land, and the capitalists
to appropriate for themselves a quite disproportionate share of
the yearly accumulated surplus of production. Consequently,
while combating the present monopolization of land, and
capitalism altogether, the Anarchists combat with the same
energy the state, as the main support of that system. Not this
or that special form, but the state altogether, whether it be a
monarchy or even a republic governed by means of the referendum.

Neutral Milk Hotel – In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circeling all ’round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

The Great Library of Nineveh with Irving Finkel

Biblical story

Jerusalem Delivered from Sennacherib, 1860 woodcut by Julius Schnorr von Karolsfeld

The poem relates to the Biblical account of Sennacherib’s attempted siege of Jerusalem. According to the Bible record in 2 Kings 18:13, the Assyrian army came “against all the fenced cities of Judah, and took them.” When the Assyrians were besieging Jerusalem, Hezekiah prayed to Jehovah in the Temple, and Isaiah sent the reply from Jehovah to Hezekiah: “I will defend this city, to save it, for mine own sake, and for my servant David’s sake” (2 Kings 19:34), and during the following night the Angel of the Lord (מַלְאַךְ יְהוָה) “smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand” (i.e. 185,000), so by morning most of the Assyrian army was found “as dead corpses” (2 Kings 19:35), and Sennacherib went back to Nineveh. The Assyrian annals do mention tribute paid by Hezekiah to Sennacherib (as recorded in 2 Kings 18), and the Assyrian Siege of Jerusalem (dated 701 BC), but omits any mention of its failure or the loss of the army.
The Destruction of Sennacherib – Lord Byron Poem
he Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

Democracy, discourse , Epictetus, Stoicism and skepticism

15. Remember that you must behave in life as at a dinner party. Is anything brought around to you? Put out your hand and take your share with moderation. Does it pass by you? Don’t stop it. Is it not yet come? Don’t stretch your desire towards it, but wait till it reaches you. Do this with regard to children, to a wife, to public posts, to riches, and you will eventually be a worthy partner of the feasts of the gods. And if you don’t even take the things which are set before you, but are able even to reject them, then you will not only be a partner at the feasts of the gods, but also of their empire. For, by doing this, Diogenes, Heraclitus and others like them, deservedly became, and were called, divine.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s published diaries Table Talk. Table Talk.
this from 27th April 1823.

The national debt has, in fact, made more men rich than have a right to be so, or, rather, any ultimate power, in case of a struggle, of actualizing their riches. It is, in effect, like an ordinary, where three hundred tickets have been distributed, but where there is, in truth, room only for one hundred. So long as you can amuse the company with any thing else, or make them come in successively, all is well, and the whole three hundred fancy themselves sure of a dinner; but if any suspicion of a hoax should arise, and they were all to rush into the room at once, there would be two hundred without a potato for their money; and the table would be occupied by the landholders, who live on the spot.

Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand! I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine:

She was an elfin pinnace; lustily I dipped my oars into the silent lake, And, as I rose upon the stroke, my boat Went heaving through the water like a swan; When, from behind that craggy steep till then The horizon’s bound, a huge peak, black and huge, As if with voluntary power instinct, Upreared its head. I struck and struck again, And growing still in stature the grim shape Towered up between me and the stars, and still, For so it seemed, with purpose of its own And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me. With trembling oars I turned, And through the silent water stole my way Back to the covert of the willow tree; There in her mooring-place I left my bark,– And through the meadows homeward went, in grave And serious mood; but after I had seen That spectacle, for many days, my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being; o’er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields; But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.








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