fellow 'masochisti-musicisti' and other Bronx cheerleaders,
The price we pay for peace is the courage to walk away from things we don't need and from situations which no longer serve us.
Why is God always used by the state to justify war and division but never to justify charity and peace?
There comes a time when a president must choose whether to be partisan or whether to be great. History glances over those who choose in times of crisis to hide behind a political veil, and boldly outlines with civic pride those who chose to lead from their core and not from their base.
A national disaster tax of 2% of income earned that all capable Americans would contribute to, would allow the possibility of a national fund for the purpose of meeting the challenges of national catastrophes. Businesses would also contribute 2% of profit for the purpose of updating prevention systems, improving the staffing and mobility of the better equipped emergencies services and money for the desperately affected. Should an earthquake decimate California, a twister tear through Texas or the emergence of another hurricane of Katrina's wrath, there would be a ready fund to assist those structures and individuals who could use reminding that we are and will remain one nation under God, indivisible.
This money could also be used as investment capital to increase its value and to be used as hedge insurance to help bolster our currency against other currencies.
A healthy ego is important otherwise the id gets weighed down with too much contemplative burden.
At this point in history it is conclusively shameful to have to point out that the record industry in America only seems comfortable promoting an African American male Artist if they've killed someone. Yet these same people, who would promote such images are the same people who vote for tougher laws to help protect them from the same types they are promoting. Huh?
Shooting someone will get you signed. Killing someone will get you promoted.
An argument never gets resolved until you let it go.
Each mesmerising thing
I knew a man as old as the wood
Is butter proud to be hard
Hickory dickory dock
I lay in bed in rumpled sheets
Glow worm Glow worm
When Venus De Milo had arms
Rose quartz ringing joyful bells
And with a great big fart , they all laughed
We are aiming to have Volume II, Chapter I available before the end of the year. Thank you for your fresh attentions !
ALL PRAISES BE TO YOUR SUPER HERO ARCHETYPES !
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