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AVERT THE DANGER of a Trumped Campaign!
AVERT THE DANGER of a Trumped Campaign! The danger of taking money from foreign businessmen is “those businessmen” may believe they own the people to whom they offer money and therefore these “businessmen” may take measures to secure their ownership. Plus “these foreign businessmen” know how to manipulate by dangling profit and flattery when needed.
HOWEVER, some savvy-businessmen (I guess the Senate is HOPING Donald Trump is actually a “savvy businessman”), have great integrity and compassion that will not allow stock dividends or threats to create jobless or healthcare situations or wars that could harm large groups of people and these savvy businessmen know how to play a crowd of other “businessmen”… we hope.
For instance, perhaps the Russian “businessmen” who “donated” money to the Trump campaign hoped to get info from President Trump that would allow Russian businesses to paper the United States with operatives beholding to their “business” interests at all costs via substituting constituents with their own operatives by incorporating identity theft through voter registration procurement. This should NOT be allowed to happen!
Let’s hope President Trump is utilizing his knowledge of these “business-men” to learn their intent and legally maneuver their endeavors to create opportunities for the United States as well as their foreign interests without endangering either constituents, operatives, businesses, or any country.
Let’s face it, healthcare needs reform, not repeal, but some premiums cripple and this will mean doctors will not be paid, and some doctors milk the system with double billing or inflated charges while insurance companies pay CEO’s way too much and give salesmen three-quarters of a new customer’s premium for the first year instead of saving that money for health bills. HOW IS THIS FAIR?
There should be price lists for procedures and 24-hour services for all doctor offices who would then hire more people and create more jobs in their second and third shifts. CEO’s should not be paid more than a doctor gets paid for a 40-hour week, AND premiums should be more affordable and supplemented by a new federal LOTTO game that offers prizes like POWER-BALL or MEGA-MILLIONS. These jackpot-LOTTO tickets could pay for the extra shifts of doctor offices via vouchers offered to 24-hour offices while also paying for the premiums and the visits (if needed) by those struggling to buy insurance.
There has got to be a way to govern better. Let’s hope President Trump is “savvy” enough.
HOWEVER, some savvy-businessmen (I guess the Senate is HOPING Donald Trump is actually a “savvy businessman”), have great integrity and compassion that will not allow stock dividends or threats to create jobless or healthcare situations or wars that could harm large groups of people and these savvy businessmen know how to play a crowd of other “businessmen”… we hope.
For instance, perhaps the Russian “businessmen” who “donated” money to the Trump campaign hoped to get info from President Trump that would allow Russian businesses to paper the United States with operatives beholding to their “business” interests at all costs via substituting constituents with their own operatives by incorporating identity theft through voter registration procurement. This should NOT be allowed to happen!
Let’s hope President Trump is utilizing his knowledge of these “business-men” to learn their intent and legally maneuver their endeavors to create opportunities for the United States as well as their foreign interests without endangering either constituents, operatives, businesses, or any country.
Let’s face it, healthcare needs reform, not repeal, but some premiums cripple and this will mean doctors will not be paid, and some doctors milk the system with double billing or inflated charges while insurance companies pay CEO’s way too much and give salesmen three-quarters of a new customer’s premium for the first year instead of saving that money for health bills. HOW IS THIS FAIR?
There should be price lists for procedures and 24-hour services for all doctor offices who would then hire more people and create more jobs in their second and third shifts. CEO’s should not be paid more than a doctor gets paid for a 40-hour week, AND premiums should be more affordable and supplemented by a new federal LOTTO game that offers prizes like POWER-BALL or MEGA-MILLIONS. These jackpot-LOTTO tickets could pay for the extra shifts of doctor offices via vouchers offered to 24-hour offices while also paying for the premiums and the visits (if needed) by those struggling to buy insurance.
There has got to be a way to govern better. Let’s hope President Trump is “savvy” enough.
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When Something's Lost (a prayer to St. Anthony)
St. Anthony, St Anthony, please look aroundSomethings been lost and can't be foundHelp me find this item I needso I can move on with what needs to proceed."a job I can doso bills can be paid as we eat and thrive too""my poor lost childto keep her/him safe from cold and the wild""my child's lost toyso this sadness will change to a small bit of joy""a cure for this painso life will be fun and I won't feel lame")
[NOTE: when a task seems impossible, it may be best to include St. Jude in your address for assistance]
(This prayer has worked for me so many times it's surprising. It's like St. Anthony or some great kind power is listening and helps out with whatever unselfish hope is requested. Give it a try when needed. You may be surprised... and it's courteous to thank "St. Anthony" when your "lost item" "arrives")
________(it helps to rhyme when praying sometimes)________
[NOTE: when a task seems impossible, it may be best to include St. Jude in your address for assistance]
(This prayer has worked for me so many times it's surprising. It's like St. Anthony or some great kind power is listening and helps out with whatever unselfish hope is requested. Give it a try when needed. You may be surprised... and it's courteous to thank "St. Anthony" when your "lost item" "arrives")
________(it helps to rhyme when praying sometimes)________
Brief History on St. Anthony from Wikipedia
The reason St. Anthony's help is invoked for finding things lost or stolen is traced to an incident that occurred in Bologna. According to the story, Anthony had a book of psalms that was of some importance to him as it contained the notes and comments he had made to use in teaching his students. A novice who had decided to leave took the psalter with him. Prior to the invention of the printing press, any book was an item of value.
Upon noticing it was missing, Anthony prayed it would be found or returned. The thief was moved to restore the book to Anthony and return to the Order. The stolen book is said to be preserved in the Franciscan friary in Bologna.[7]
Occasionally, he took another post, as a teacher, for instance, at the universities of Montpellier and Toulouse in southern France, but it was as a preacher that Anthony revealed his supreme gift. According to historian Sophronius Clasen, Anthony preached the grandeur of Christianity.[6] His method included allegory and symbolical explanation of Scripture.
In 1226, after attending the General Chapter of his order held at Arles, France, and preaching in the French region of Provence, Anthony returned to Italy and was appointed provincial superior of northern Italy. He chose the city of Padua as his location.
In 1228, he served as envoy from the general chapter to Pope Gregory IX. At the Papal court, his preaching was hailed as a "jewel case of the Bible" and he was commissioned to produce his collection of sermons, Sermons for Feast Days (Sermones in Festivitates). Gregory IX himself described him as the "Ark of the Testament"[8] (Doctor Arca testamenti).
Upon noticing it was missing, Anthony prayed it would be found or returned. The thief was moved to restore the book to Anthony and return to the Order. The stolen book is said to be preserved in the Franciscan friary in Bologna.[7]
Occasionally, he took another post, as a teacher, for instance, at the universities of Montpellier and Toulouse in southern France, but it was as a preacher that Anthony revealed his supreme gift. According to historian Sophronius Clasen, Anthony preached the grandeur of Christianity.[6] His method included allegory and symbolical explanation of Scripture.
In 1226, after attending the General Chapter of his order held at Arles, France, and preaching in the French region of Provence, Anthony returned to Italy and was appointed provincial superior of northern Italy. He chose the city of Padua as his location.
In 1228, he served as envoy from the general chapter to Pope Gregory IX. At the Papal court, his preaching was hailed as a "jewel case of the Bible" and he was commissioned to produce his collection of sermons, Sermons for Feast Days (Sermones in Festivitates). Gregory IX himself described him as the "Ark of the Testament"[8] (Doctor Arca testamenti).
TIME FOR A WORLD CONSTITUTION
The task before them seemed immense, magnified by heat.They mulled around the sun-streaked room deep in thought.Some knew from rumors: there couldn’t be a better time to meet.Others motioned to adjourn, their minds were overwrought. With windows closed for secrecy, this “parliament” now quarrelled, fought;Old rulers now dispelled, new rules had to be made.One man cried out “the time for kings will never more be sought!”Another man agreed but wondered will this motion… fade.If hard times come and one man of eloquenceCould raid the votes of multitudes with empty words and sincere smiles….He rose and said, “in this, our constitution, let’s make it clear from henceno one man can rule the rest with little more than wealth or style!”“Let’s guide our country and document a governing by many.“Let’s write a system, three branches, that check and guide their goals.“Let’s make it difficult for private interests to puppeteer with money“Let’s make our laws build a haven for each and every soul.”“Then, no one group could make an army for business needs“And questions raised about taxes would be answered without war.“And changes could occur to harness power and hinder greed.“And people could argue carefully for taxes they could afford.”That was then. But now, computers broke the harnessPower—fueled by greed no longer hindered by intricate laws—Has made a free nation a haven for foreign thieves whose questIs wealth, reaped from their home-lands filled with governing/business flaws.Upgrades for a country too slowly guard constituents,Overwhelmed by time and work their voices disappear,A dragon of a force now fueled by bytes and greedy vigilance,confronts one senator per million, their words, their only spear.The dragon, it is merciless, its wings have swept humanity.It craves a richer diet after feasting on the poor.Its netlike flight has carved a nation to divide the meal: posterityIts goal to slice the wealth and reap the benefits of war.Then it will hide itself in some obscure net-databankBury its head in the megabyte world of modern-day terrorismSecure its feasting grounds while masking its international rankAnd drain all nations into third-world sects of feudalism.All this will be—unless senators multiply their ranks and tasks,So as to listen to those being robbed and tricked; to secure borders and flights;So as to monitor banking systems, human resource centers and I.D.s that maskBlack market networks that cause: endless debt and Dark-Age plights.The senators must be from all countries; must be checkedby laws that protect—each citizen, each woman,each village, each city—from business interests thatbenefit only a few. There should be a world constitution.There should be a world constitution.
ALLAH... LOOKS DOWN --By "NEMO"
They do not cringethese rich menwho see the hungry of their landand know the envy of these neighborscould desintegratetheir wealth.They do not look afraidwhen poor people snear at them.They know to point their fingerstoward the West [[East]]and say"The culture theredestroys your chancesat success in this, our desert[[--in this our industrialized--]] homeland.Foreigners are your enemy." They do not plead or cower. They imply: "My money, my 'business', my lifestyle is not to blame. It is the Western infidels [[the Middle Easterners]]who cause your poverty [[your Trade Center losses]]."They offer, like a decoy from their own greed, pittances of cash or favors given... for "loyalty". Inspiring, hiring, the poor of their kindred people to sell their lives for promises of securities left to family or promises of a heaven no one truly knows. Allah [[God]] has become a prodding tool for war. As assassins buy contracts on themselves and blindly send pieces of their bone and flesh (like shrapnel) into children, into oblivion, into trashyard graves. [[as employees blindly shred evidence make accusations, take gratis jobs; as citizens work for companies that trick their workers or partners in other countries for profit.]]And these rich men know to act proud as they send their would-be murderers onto faraway sites and teach these desperate poor, these trained bombers, these war-schooled followers, [[desperate jobless, vengeful wounded, pawn-like soldiers]] or brainwashed students [[media-saturated readers of yellow journalism ]] to stop the greed in other countries --not in their own. Allah [[God]] if we could see his reaction to all this—we would see him lower his head like a saddened father looking at his beloved creations as he is filled with shame for them: for those so easily led, for those who lead so selfishly, so foolishly, in His name.
--Tired of the lies in Allah's [[God's]] name--"NEMO"
--Tired of the lies in Allah's [[God's]] name--"NEMO"
[EDITOR's NOTE: Some readers have commented that "Allah [[God]]" would not bow His head since He is all powerful, so "NEMO" has agreed to alter the poem to read as above. The word "bow" has been taken out.]
UNSAID THINGS
Our lives are filled with unsaid things that push /against our minds and lips and hide in thoughts /that no words fit and only form in looks /or moves or gaps where wars for love are fought. /
A time ago I had believed these /unsaid things were senseless lags in spoken lines /which showed a lack of thought or cause for chats /continuing upon a smooth decline. /
I knew of those who felt the same about /these words that can’t be heard, but we were deaf /to life as sound-led bats are blind in light. /
The colored day is lost to them as we /were lost to feelings felt inside a pause /or blush, or wave, or change from shame to pride— /or reasons making hidden fears or loves— /these things when said have lost some touch with life. /
So if you feel a hate divulging for /the lack of normal talking, think back to /the eyes that speak, and call to come, or wince /when leaving: think back to the hand that stutters, /think back to the smile that sings, remember /all those times that words had clogged your mind with /thoughts which slurred your speech which had no meaning. /
Think! and don’t be dumb (and deaf) to words thatsome Italian scholars—Greek, Moore, Anglo- /Saxon too—forgot to install into /Language long ago when men who knew not /words from now, said much… with unsaid things. /
A time ago I had believed these /unsaid things were senseless lags in spoken lines /which showed a lack of thought or cause for chats /continuing upon a smooth decline. /
I knew of those who felt the same about /these words that can’t be heard, but we were deaf /to life as sound-led bats are blind in light. /
The colored day is lost to them as we /were lost to feelings felt inside a pause /or blush, or wave, or change from shame to pride— /or reasons making hidden fears or loves— /these things when said have lost some touch with life. /
So if you feel a hate divulging for /the lack of normal talking, think back to /the eyes that speak, and call to come, or wince /when leaving: think back to the hand that stutters, /think back to the smile that sings, remember /all those times that words had clogged your mind with /thoughts which slurred your speech which had no meaning. /
Think! and don’t be dumb (and deaf) to words thatsome Italian scholars—Greek, Moore, Anglo- /Saxon too—forgot to install into /Language long ago when men who knew not /words from now, said much… with unsaid things. /
Copyright 1977 – C.M. Weiss
SETTLERS
A family wanted to build a home. // The land was “free”. // So they built a home finer than they could afford. // Then they were told, // “The land is not yours, MOVE!” // It was to be given back to people it was stolen from //Long ago. //
The family left // But hovered nearby // Taunting the new owners // Teasing the children. // Coaxing them to fight // With words, // With sticks, stones…. // Even guns. //
They had their words ready, //Their own guns… ready. // They just needed a reason //To justify a fight, // So they could get their home back again. // If a nation was destroyed, it did not matter. // They only wanted their home. //
And if not that, // Vengence for the thievery they blamed on Palestine, // A crime that was their own country’s doing. //
Rage rises… // Due to blind men spending money foolishly: // Buying trinkets for a borrowed land // Has cost them a war. //
Wisdom! Give both people light. // Hope! Come again. // Power! Generate in generosity… somehow. //
Souls are at stake.
The family left // But hovered nearby // Taunting the new owners // Teasing the children. // Coaxing them to fight // With words, // With sticks, stones…. // Even guns. //
They had their words ready, //Their own guns… ready. // They just needed a reason //To justify a fight, // So they could get their home back again. // If a nation was destroyed, it did not matter. // They only wanted their home. //
And if not that, // Vengence for the thievery they blamed on Palestine, // A crime that was their own country’s doing. //
Rage rises… // Due to blind men spending money foolishly: // Buying trinkets for a borrowed land // Has cost them a war. //
Wisdom! Give both people light. // Hope! Come again. // Power! Generate in generosity… somehow. //
Souls are at stake.
- - by Fiorin Fyre
Excerpt of “INTRICATE WARS”
ANOTHER MANUFACTURED “ENEMY OF THE STATE”
He spoke/and those passing by paused / to listen: / “Be Warned, People! / This building contains toxins / not meant to be outside of concrete. / They float on air / in this ill-kept factory. / They drift into your gardens, / into your barbecues. / They become the dander on your children’s heads!” / The people he was with / linked arms against the traffic / waved signs reading, “FALLOUT - BEWARE!” / blocked cars for hours. / He was the most vocal. / He seemed the leader. / He mentioned how kickbacks and nepotism / kept places like this open. / Notes were taken. / Pictures. / He was added to a “list ”, / a list like Nixon’s. / Soon, / his home would be searched, / his habits studied, / his quirks emphasized / and jobs / would always be short-term for him / no matter how skilled he was. / Clients of the places he would work/would back out of contracts—go elsewhere—/due to a “list” someone made long ago, / a list of people / whose “offenses” / were never clearly elaborated upon, / a list of those condemned / to suspicion … sometimes poverty. / “Let’s demand accountability!” / he said. /"Let's demand that skilled, well-paid /hazardous-waste-disposal maintenance crews /work to upgrade these /chemical-riddled buildings /rather than let a politician's nephew /hire unsuspecting temporary handi-men /to put a band-aide /on an ulcerating problem.” /The list grows on. /as our freedoms are sold /and our leaders are stifled. /
By: Fiorin Fyre
Copyright 2000 — Fiorin Fyre
LOST KIN ARISE!
Serbia, Dear Serbia, / Once crowded land of now murdered neighbors: / Will your children's children know / Of the people now erased from history? / Will their ghosts haunt them / In books or graves, / In burned out shells of homes?
Or
Will these children be them? / ...Be the reincarnated souls of those killed? / An eradicated race arisen in the bodies of their killers’ offspring? / Will nightmares flash them back to the time / When they were gunned-down in a past life / By the people, now, their grandparents or leaders?
Serbia, Oh Serbia, / Where will the souls of the killers be / In their next lives? / Will they see poverty? / Will they see prejudice? / Will they be born in deserts / Or swamplands prone to disease / Or floods. / Will armies of men come to their homes / And kill.
Serbia, Oh Serbia, / You will live and thrive again / You will sow and reap, and revel: / And in a generations time, / The price of all selfishness / May be levied to each person /Through a future life / In a place / That can’t be controlled.
Offset this with fairness. / Offset this with shared wealth, / Shared education, food, tools,crafts…. / Shared with races far and near… / So that all children born / Will have less chance / Of seeing their country / Torn / By selfish men / at war.
Or
Will these children be them? / ...Be the reincarnated souls of those killed? / An eradicated race arisen in the bodies of their killers’ offspring? / Will nightmares flash them back to the time / When they were gunned-down in a past life / By the people, now, their grandparents or leaders?
Serbia, Oh Serbia, / Where will the souls of the killers be / In their next lives? / Will they see poverty? / Will they see prejudice? / Will they be born in deserts / Or swamplands prone to disease / Or floods. / Will armies of men come to their homes / And kill.
Serbia, Oh Serbia, / You will live and thrive again / You will sow and reap, and revel: / And in a generations time, / The price of all selfishness / May be levied to each person /Through a future life / In a place / That can’t be controlled.
Offset this with fairness. / Offset this with shared wealth, / Shared education, food, tools,crafts…. / Shared with races far and near… / So that all children born / Will have less chance / Of seeing their country / Torn / By selfish men / at war.
. -(author: Fiorin Fyre)
A MYTH'S TAIL
Here at the endof our mythologywe stand, waiting,watching the skyfor a signof a sequelto God's "Revelations,"hoping forMichelangelo's cloud-people to appear...but nothing.
Scanning the dull horizon,we wade through the air,choking (air so thick... so heavy).
Each stifling breath is filledwith question marks;they rise and swirlwith every exhalation,and the cloudstake no form at all.
Scanning the dull horizon,we wade through the air,choking (air so thick... so heavy).
Each stifling breath is filledwith question marks;they rise and swirlwith every exhalation,and the cloudstake no form at all.
(author: -Kate White)