Recently the company corporation
I work for gave “sensitivity” training
You know “sensitivity”
The euphemism for
How to be a decent human being
Egotisticaly did not need
Because I have a tendency
To put myself in
Other people’s shoes
Albeit rare
As least in the individual sense
More in the collective
Where prejudices lie
Of all the f#@%ed up
Things my parents
Passed down
Racism and sexism
To my best perception
Were not one of them
Instilled or installed
Most poignantly
My uncle
Who worked for
Then later owned
My grandfather’s plumbing business
Used to point out
Everyone’s money is green
Any way after watching
Many video examples
Actor portrayals
Highlighted behaviors
Of what not to say
Who not to touch
How to correct the situation
Via lines of communication
Through open door polices
All the way up
To calling “Human Resources”
(More Euphemisms)
It occurred to me
That our alleged leader
Our philanderer in chief
# 45 or co conspirator
Named as “individual one”
Violates or has violated
Every example
In the training videos
Only to realize
In order to stop or
“Correct” the behavior
We have
No one to call
At least in its current
Beta form
The notion of
Taking guns
The big noisy ones
Away from the
John Wayne impersonators
And the only line
They have to remember is
I’ll give up my gun,
When they pry it
From my cold dead hands.
It is emotionally charged
Poorly thought out
Completely illogical
Therefore impossible to execute
Wanting to get guns
Away from people who
Want to kill people
By other people who
Want to kill people
On one hand
Would get rid of
All the right people
On the other hand
Would not stop
The devastating death
It intends to prevent
Therefore there is
Still a nonviolent solution
And cost effective
To implement with
An ad campaign
Using billboards, TV and
A psychological study
Highlighting that the bullet
Is merely is an extension
And a projection
Of the insecurity’s
Of the gun owners
Micro phallus and the
Need to own
A mechanical replacement
Proves without revelation
How small theirs is
That if they voluntarily
Empty the safes
Of their cache
It lets everyone know
They already have
A big one and do not
Need to compensate
Smelt them all down
Build new schools
So children can learn
Their ABC’s and gazintas
Instead of perfecting
Duck and cover moves
Which are
Impossible to execute
On fool display
At the useless debate
Now you see them
Now you don’t
Conjured out of
Theoretical existence
For a reaction
That his / her plan
Is better, because
“Their” magic numbers
Are more magical
And the audience(s)
Can not see
The slight of
“Holy #@%#”
I just made
That number up
And it is getting applause
Better write that down
Polish up my act
Only proving it has
Nothing to do
With leadership
Merely outperform
The other
Numerical magicians
On the stage
Presenting
Plans and promises
Fashioning after a
Three-card monte
Shuffling optimism
With fear and emotion
Equal: not changing : the same for each person
– m-w.com
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As in “All men are created equal”
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Pfffft….
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We are just floating around the cosmos as a biological genetic accident, born out of a Goldilocks freak random happenstance of a planet, with just the right amount of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and atmosphere to exist long enough to develop a consciousness.
Barely at that, as there is such deceit, misinformation and falsehoods in the statement. One that everyone seems to want to hang their hat on. When examined means nothing, save exhausting a cliche.
“All men are created equal”
Since that line is preserved like a frog in formaldehyde, let’s dissect it.
“Created”, being the largest part and easiest part to dissect, we’ll start there.
Created suggests a “creator”, to who’s only proof of existence, relies on “belief”. Knowing fool well, that in the middle of believe, is a *lie.
Therefore it is wildly contingent on perception based on rumors, heresy and blind interpretation transferred into books, impossible to decipher. Save controlling gullible masses.
Connected is “created equal”, like an auto manufacturer in the endless assembly line of human production, is simply not true.
The parts come from various suppliers, with different degrees of quality control. Some start off with such broken parts, they don’t even make it out of the factory.
The only thing remotely equal is the time frame to make them.
Seems as though the paint used to coat the surface changes the value.
Once imported, the ebony ones took five to make three. 3/5ths of 1 is not equal.
The red ones weren’t even counted. 0 is not equal to 1.
Ones with headlights were counted, but not given gas, hardly equal.
Properly euphemised, with no sexist intent, that disassembles the “all men” beginning.
I know I’ve used this quote/bit before, however it gives this the “oomph” for conscious clarification.
“Think of how it all started: America was founded by slave owners who informed us, “All men are created equal.” All “men,”(yeah), except Indians, *iggers, and women.
Remember, the founders were a small group of unelected, white, male, land-holding slave owners who also, by the way, suggested their class be the only one allowed to vote.
To my mind, that is what’s known as being stunningly–and embarrassingly–full of shit.”
George Carlin
Still it is referred to ad nauseam by cocky caucasians, emboldened by their error of superiority, which allows them to rule, or at least make the rules, doling out their version of “equality”.
“When you’re accustomed to privilege, equality sounds like oppression.”
Franklin Leonard
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Let’s use the following to replace the worn out, untrue, mindless exhausted cliche.
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All living beings deserve to be treated with respect, kindness and reverence in regards to the known manufacturer. (Earth)
Knowing that what is done to one, is done to all. In each moment, which in its starkest reality, is the only moment there is.
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“Now, believe is a word that I have a serious problem with, right, because it has a “Lie” in the middle.
“DNA” Descendant Now Ancestor
– John Trudell
“When the music’s over
Turn out the lights”
– “The Doors”
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Everyone is moving
To the beat
Of their own drum
We can not
Hear or feel
Our collective
Heart
Beat
It is drowned out by
Power and corruption
Greed and distraction
Death and destruction
Media and manipulation
Still we have
The tools to
Change the above
Using our
Minds and connection
Sharing and distribution
Life and construction
Spirit and communication
It is not up to the “them’s”
It is up to the “us’s”
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“And if the music stops
There’s only the sound of the rain
All the hope and glory
All the sacrifice in vain
(And) If love remains
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost”
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“Bravado”
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– Rush
Developed by restaurant patrons
Who, when asked by the wait staff
How does everything taste
After your mouth is completely full
Your only option is to
Give a “thumbs-up”
Otherwise you will
Choke to death
Or spew all of your food
In the kangaroo court
Of mass public opinion
Evidence holds no sway
It is emotions at play
Depending on which
Directions one is
Trained to look
Amongst us
There is a crook
A boy cry wolf deceiver
In the position of a leader
Many continue to believe
Hook line and sinker
Even as there is printed proof
Given by the self serving goof
45’s followers remain aloof
Denying for what reason
Supporting acts of treason
45 is like a hole in the wall
Made by a door
Opened too hard and too fast
If you don’t fix the hole
Immediately
Soon you won’t have to
Because
You’ll get used to it
And that is how it is
Supposed to look
There’s a nationwide corporate pharmacy that has the tag line that it is at the corner of Healthy and Happy. Seeing as how their business model is to locate most of its “drug” stores at intersections. And yes, they are “Drug” stores regardless the safe use of the double speak euphemism of “Pharmacy”
Any way, after making deliveries to businesses around airports, noticed the nearly obnoxious use of air and sky in the surrounding street names.
Airport Blvd leading into the airport. Fine, clear and concise, lets you know you are in the right area, or getting closer. That nearly gets lost in the surrounding street names such as Airway, Skyway, Wingsway, Jetway, Taxiway, Aviation, etc.
Wouldn’t it be more memorable and just as encompassing to use other words that associate with air travel to name the streets?
The FAA could be at the corner of Collision and Near Miss
Departing gates at the corner Delayed and Cancelled
FEMA could be at the corner of Catastrophe and Disaster.
Capitals at the corner of Greed and Power.
Schools at the corner of Rule and Obey.
Legislative offices at the corner of Tax and Spend
Suicide prevention centers at the corner of Hope and Despair
Barbers at the corner of clip and cut.
Any other suggestions?
“Here’s another platitude they jam down your throat”
“Children are our future”
“Children are not our future and I can prove it with my usual flawless logic.
Children can’t be our future because by the time the future arrives they won’t be children anymore.”
– George Carlin
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Placed in an untenable situation
To carry one’s parents baggage
Largely due to them doing nothing
To fix the world before you got here
Setting down the destructive pattern
To follow not because they said so
But in how they acted and behaved
Weighed down by society’s gravity
Mired in malignant mythmakers
Beholden to chaos and control
Unwittingly accepting the notion
That children are our future
Abdicating layers of responsibility
To the guide-less and guileless
Hypnotized by harmful hyperbole
Spread like wildfires across continents
Ramshackled by religion
Exponentiating catastrophic birth rates
Excrementing where we eat and sleep
Not recognizing the need to move
Why else is Mars becoming
A more viable option
Where if Martians see
What we have done
To this planet
We will not be welcomed
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“If you believe that God gave you the Earth, that God created Earth for you, why would you not have to look after it? Why the fuck– Why would you not think that when he came back he wouldn’t go, “What the fuck did you do?”
“I gave this to you, motherfucker. Are you crazy?” “The polar bears are brown.” “What did you do to the polar bears?” “Did you shit all over every polar bear?” “What did you–who did this? Who spilled this shit? Who spilled this?” “Come over here.
Did you fucking spill this? What is that?”
“It’s oil. It’s just some oil. I didn’t mean to spill–”
“Well why did you take it out of the fucking ground?”
“Because I wanted to go faster.” “I’m not fast enough.” “And I was cold.”
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘cold’?” “I gave you everything you needed, you piece of shit.”
– Louis CK
Looking at the world through a windshield. 