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It is hard to determine where to draw the line when it comes to censorship but I do not favor such a strong remedy to infirmities that can be handled by lesser forms of content control, viewer judgment and just plain old common sense.

If someone says some word that is offensive, I have the ability to remove myself from their presence and future meetings. Should I have the ability to prohibit their speech?, I think not. At least I am able to know what they think and avoid them or warn others. If a group went by the name NAZI and we censored the word, how would you warn people about them or refer to them.The funny thing about one of the most terrible trends the world had ever seen was that the NAZI’s were telling everyone what they were gonna do, what the believed in and why from the start, much like the New World Order-ian power elites of today, and no one did anything about it, till the machine had gained incredible inertia. On top of this example of global ignorance would you really give some entity the power of CENSORSHIP, for anything but the most universally offensive topics and isn’t there always a controlling factor in a subdivision that can regulate it short of real censorship.

In regards to the growth of prejudicial language, it exists and therefore will be repeated whether with malice or not. Films and music have sought to sensationalize certain terms to add to the alleged “Value” of their “ART”, but I would not prohibit the use of profanity in music as a method of stopping obscenity. This comes from the land of such sensational favorites as “Global Warming” and “Man-Bear-Pig” Yes I believe it was Al Gore’s wife who headed the PMRC and took on such Rock Moguls as Dee Snyder and Frank Zappa, trying to banner free speech in music, touting the recent Ice T release Cop Killer as the Devils own hand. Mr. Gore was given a chance to challenge media censorship when they STOLE the vote from him with fraudulent voting machines and counting practices, but he chose not to utter a word. What resolve. Perhaps a man who has an election stolen from him and says nothing has no business running this county, we should be thankful., but I digress.

I am thankful to see bad words in the mouths of children, that way I can see who the bad parents are. I am thankful the power elite and rich corporate power barons and federal reserve chairmen just say out ion the open how they are going to fleece America, that way I know how corrupt and retarded we have really become as a people. Movies, books, television and music along with the news all contribute to the growth of prejudicial language if only by allowing distribution of material that contains them. If censorship is the only way to control the negatives of such language and its influences than mabey our society DOES need firm censorship and possibly mass-sterilization…but I will be patient.

I'm happy but will I respect me in the morning....

I don’t think I could be happy without self respect, not for long anyway. Happiness can be achieved in relation to something or some condition or you can just decide to accept something. Self respect assumes a common definition of morals and implies you approve of your adherence to them. Sometimes it’s a very external feature of our environments that challenges or qualifies our happiness with something. Self respect, although seemingly internal, shares values we know to be true as well as perhaps we are lacking in participation of as defining attributes.

You can be at peace with decisions you make that you think will bring about happiness but that does not guarantee you have made a respectable decision. I could be easier to rectify a decision that makes you happy than it could be to right one that caused a lack of self respect. I guess it has a lot to do with how you define self respect. I choose not to lie, steal or hurt people. It is a matter of integrity and dignity. Even if someone does something to me, I find it no excuse to react with their level of disregard or iniquity. I patterned my behavior from behaviors of others towards me that I the past I despised or  which participation in invite even more deceit and malice. I try not to let my actions become slave to my desires, Even if it means forfeiting happiness.

It is not as easy as being happy with something to claim happiness. Often the condition is very much a measure of its opposite. In other words, I may not be happy but I am not as unhappy as I could be or was. Sometimes the choices we make  do not leave us with the most optimal and desired outcome but leave us with the feeling we have not stooped to tactics elow the level of morality and thus, we are satiated.

Somehow somewhere along the way in America, we got the notion that we could have everything, be everything and always be content. Especially now as times and the economy get rougher we are forced to make choices between things. Being happy in this regard can be relative to what is acceptable as a norm or minimal status. We can choose to be happy or ok with something, but once defined and  accepted, it is hard to dance around our deliberations of self respect. Some definitions have taken a long time to develop. Some levels of self respect require actions that have taken a long time to embrace (or abstain from). Sometimes we are just plain oblivious to the moral and social ramifications.

For a long time people regarded me as having no self respect. To the contrary, I just did not care what they thought about me. I truly thought they had a general disregard that should by its nature and severity, preclude me from caring about their opinions one way or another. This often led me to displaying  shocking behavior that didn’t necessarily leave me feeling like I had show the greatest respect to myself but nonetheless made me feel in control of the negative attention and judgments and therefore, “Happy”

Catch my Vibe?

Unless i know you, i will never speak to you. That kinda makes the people that hear me, to be word of mouth referrals, so blame them. Anything you see me do in public is to distract myself cause I'm shy. I figit alot and never go out unless I need to. I always think people are gonna think Im weird if I engage them, I avoid eye contact regularly. I always know real quik if someone likes me.

I'm not sure how much of a clue it is, but for as long as I can remember,  I always hid behind my hair. It was my silent tongue. If I was comfortable or if I thought you were pretty, I'd take it out of the pony tail and fluff it, all the while acting like I didn't notice you. If you were stuffy and had lame kids you were sheltering or found myself in a formal setting, I'd put it up in a ponytail. If I thought you didnt like me and it was down, I'd hide under it. I guess I should say I've always had beyond shoulder length long red hair, at least for the last 25 yrs.

I swore I'd never cut it. Many badguys wanted to do just that. I got mad at my sister for publicly judging me when I knew she was just trying to get rid of me cause she cashed my 750 dollar check and this guy was about to tell me, so I straight cut off all of it , pony tail against the back of my head with a gerber knife and threw it in her face...that was non verbal clue. I got laid that night...

Nowadays I slick it back and hairspray it. I'm older now and want to be invisible, unless I think your pretty...

Oh yeah, I first grew it out in the 80's when I moved from Chicago to West Texas. I listened to Rock and wasn't a mexican or a cowboy, so I gre it long, hoping i would look dangerous and people would avoid me. Soon I found out there were others like me, and here i thought i invented long hair to defend me. The hairspray bands to come really betrayed my sense of, well -self. 

The only other non verbal clues I give are when Im walking and people are watching. People watching can change my whole gait. If I like you and think you may be cool, Ill walk real relaxed. If you are in a group of home boys Ill freeze up if yall are mean muggin, and if your stylin and chillin I put on the swagger. When Im in a bar and someone start looking at me violently for no reason. I get real straight, then I usually walk up and ask a dumb irrelevant question justtto let em know im not afraid to get in there circle...but i have to be rally threatened to do that. Other wise I usually avert everyones gaze. I always change my body language with every person i encounter. And if i think your pretty, ill start dancing weirds, and shaking my head funny like i can hear music, and I can!  

That ain't PC, Bitches!

 As I recall the conversations I had with others as a child, it seems a large amount of that time was spent making fun of each other or other people.  I don’t know if it was something that we picked up from adults or if we were just finding it hard to distinguish ourselves as individuals with no really great role models to reinforce good behavior.  Either way, I remember walking home from school each day and the whole conversation was one set of kids making fun of another set.  This would go on back and forth until the last kid found his home and there was no one left to rabble with.  Back then hair color, weight or general ugliness were the points of interest or contention.  Rarely would someone bring up sex, race or creed.  That was the 1970s. 
In the 1980s and 1990s, people seemed to be a little more conscious of their differences.  Certain things became off limits and taboo to speak about.  They just wasn’t Politically Correct.  As if born in some suburban utopia, the phrase “PC” became a way to describe not only topics not to be spoken of, but became a general list of forbidden ideals and notions.

Beyond racism, almost every known generalization became targets for the “PC” police.  I finally drew the line when a friend of mine who just happen to have very dark skin informed me that was offensive for me to refer to them as black.  I had been trained that African American had become the preferred reference but did not understand how to be called black was offensive.  He told me that he was of a Jamaican French ancestry.  He and related that black was a color reference that lumped him in with all the other people who were slaves at the time his ancestors arrived.  Black was the white man's way of stripping away the individuality of people and casting them all into one class devoid of nationality. They were all slaves and all slaves were black.

  I began to see that everybody has a way that they are viewed that they do not agree with.  Nobody can be conscious of all the nuances and distinctions of discrimination that bother people.  To be overly conscious of some biases that doesn't mean you don't have other prejudices that exist below the surface or are imbedded in your upbringing.  Me and my friends saw the politically correct movement for what it was, another attempt for some people in society to act like they're better than everybody else.  We quickly dawned these elitists with a PC name of our own, we called them “Hippies”.

 Mind you we were in Texas. With fervor and reverence, we never missed a chance to hang the label “damn hippies” on any one who acted holier than thou or one out of their way to make someone pick up their trash or inform someone that they weren't recycling properly.  Livin’ in Austin Texas you could imagine the fun we had watching the confused looks, faces of people,: convinced that they were born to be their brother's keeper, twist as we would mutter “hippies” under our breaths as they questioned the Starbucks waiter as to the organic nature of the creamer or the recycled paper content of the cup.  Years later in a slightly related social linguistic experiment we indoctrinated many young white urban kids bent on saying the word “nigga” and got them to switch it with the word “bitches” ….  Yeah, that was me….

Without a word

It was said that a long time ago, all the peoples of the earth gathered together to build the tower to the heavens. Sharing one tongue, they pooled their efforts and proceded to construct a stairway with which to reach God. An account in the book of Jasher, an early Hebrew scripture left out of the bible by Papal scholars, gives the reasons for the attempted ascension of its builders. Whether enthusiastically or possibly doubting his existence, some wanted to meet God face to face. Others that were angry with God brought weapons to make war with him. Without a word, their efforts were reduced to rubble and their common language was shattered and splintered like their tribe.

Globalization can mean many things. Fundamentally it means unifying as one planet. It means, ”making global” much like industrialization means “making industrial”. So when you say “Globalizing English”, you mean making English global. The way I see it, English is globalization.

Throughout recent history, England’s claim to fame was the control of all portals, or the naval ports. Their maritime presence would remain unrivaled. After centuries of military conquest, diplomacy and colonization, England became a global power, extending its dominance and culture around the world. In the past, it would be said that the sun never set on Rome’s possessions. The same would be true of England.

Mercantilism would spread the English culture, language and laws to every corner of the civilized and non-civilized world. English had become the language of religion and science for most of Europe and the West. Having seemingly mastered and conquered the land and oceans, technology became the new tower and mankind would once again look to the heavens with zeal.

In a remote desert in the Andes there are lines thousands of meters long etched into the ground that have literally escaped the sands of time. It would take a technological miracle, equal to likes of the gods themselves, to propel mankind to a pseudo-celestial vantage point by which he would come to perceive and appreciate these animal-like works of art and their ramifications. The language of its creators, Quecha, is a derivative of Proto- Quechua. The Incas had no written language. They imposed the language on their conquered territories and relied on the differences between these territories to keep them small and manageable. Likewise, the Spanish would impose Spanish upon them as they were conquered and prohibit the speaking of their native language as a form of oppression, much like Anglos did to Mexican Americans in early US history. Although Spanish dialects are most dominant, the language has made a comeback. 8 million people speak Quechua today. It is the language most spoken in the entire region. Perhaps if not for a bad storm sinking the Spanish Armada

It has been said that history is written the victors. When a language reaches its creative potential and the gifts and advancements it creates have peaked, the culture flatlines and is absorbed by something greater. I liken this to the ordering of energy in a system as it moves out of chaos. The inertia of truth cannot be stopped once set in motion. Yet, there’s a process to evolution that is inherently human and necessary. The globalization of the English language is a natural phenomenon. The fact that people want to learn it so that they can partake in the bounty that it has created, is a testimony to its superiority and ability to assimilate the thoughts and words from many great nations and peoples. History has a way of repeating itself, however, and perhaps like the Ouroboros, the English language is coming full circle, fulfilling its destiny as tower builder and preparing us for ascension (or otherwise) once again.

Note: I have it on High authority the angels speak an Enochian dialect known to Solomon and that to know it fluently is to control them. Perhaps this is why Hebrew has no vowels, rendering it unspeakable.

Get in the Game!

So I opened the chapter randomly to pick an essay to blog about, and with gyspy-like accuracy, I give you 11 ways to help your writing, courtesy of John Leo “On Good Writing” Page 115 of the EL text.

Print this out and hang it above your computer. If you find it helpful tell one classmate about this blog.

1. Paragraph 16 “Candor, clarity, and sincerity are important keys…”

I live by these principles in life. I think they make a great addition to the list. I have often feared that learning to think critically would be a lesson in how to lie. It has been more of an education in how others try to make you “not” think critically.



2. Paragraph 17 “Work to avoid the dead idioms…”

Make your own catch phrases to let others see the world through your eyes. If you’ve heard it before, so has somebody else and it will shut down their thinking leaving them hypnotized not rationalized.



3. Paragraph 19 “Avoid the use of adjectives…”

This was the paragraph and phrase I opened to that started this blog. My eyes caught it the the word “Hemmingway”. I don’t recognize the adjective “Hemmingwayly” but it sounds pretty trumped up. Seems like it would make a much better noun.



4. Paragraph 22 “Write in your own voice…”

Sound like the speech you got as a child or at least what you retained through the filter of youthful bliss and fear.



5. Paragraph 23 “Write as though you are addressing each reader personally…”

This one is a gem. I can’t wait to use it. You won’t know what you have to give until you give it. Even if you never know how you are taken, you are giving the gift of tip #1.



6. Paragraph 24 “Find the subject you care about and feel in your heart others will care about...”

Always at the Eleventh hour, I find a subject I care about and a way to weave it into my literary constraints/opportunities. Find a way to not wait until the end and call me and tell me how you did it.



7. Paragraph 25 “Breaking every known rule of writing…”

This is an example of how every paragraph I’ve quoted is worth reading. I read in a completely unorthodox way. I sneak up on the paragraph and start pulling sentences out of it randomly like a deck of tumbling tarot cards. I will let the rule breaking in writing come naturally.



8. Paragraph 27 “Don’t try to sound like other people, learn all the big word you can, then strive mightily never to use them if a short word will do…”

This one is pretty much a no brainer.



9. Paragraph 28 “Don’t be afraid to rip up your essay…”

This is the only thing I’ve ever wrote that made it to post in one fluid motion without editing or changing topic midstream and that is DAMN scary…



10. Paragraph 30 “Don’t use the phrases “I believe” or “I feel”…”

This one comes out of our teachers play book as well. It would make a good essay topic. Then you’d have to use the word “I” Ha Ha!



11. Paragraph 31 “Don’t use the word “I”…”

I couldn’t help but add this one…Check out the text though, so you can make up your own mind…



I hope someone reads this…mabey I will start reading the blogs of those that don’t…And that is not a threat…it’s a promise!

http://listen.grooveshark.com/s/I+Against+I/8Co0P?src=5

And in this corner with an almost unchallenged record "The Status Quoooooo!"

All Apologies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZ1alAbMrMM

In a report on the 2011 CPAC address given by Senator and Republican presidential nominee hopeful  Ron Paul, FOX news aired a clip from the 2010 CPAC convention that showed the crowd booing the senator.  The actual clip shows an overwhelming majority of young republicans applauding with fervor as the speaker begins his speech about challenging the status quo to defend our liberties and preserve our national sovereignty and prosperity.  The two CPAC speeches even at the same person introduce Ron Paul with the same background.  Fox news was forced to give an apology due to overwhelming protests by the public.  They simply stated that after digging up the old footage from 2010 and comparing it to the 2011 coverage that they had made an honest mistake.  It’s funny.  Why did they have to dig up the old footage when they had it right there on their desk after they ran it on the national news?

 In a brief synopsis, I will quickly go through the speeches paragraph’s main points that are against the status quo.

A revolution is going on.  There is a change in ideas and philosophies.

Patriotism has nothing to do with the patriot act.  We need to protect our civil and economic liberties.

In regards to Egypt and other civil unrest around the world, we need to do a lot less, a lot more, all over.

Propping up a dictatorships a broad has been a waste we can’t afford.

The status quo used to be against foreign aid.  I’m still against foreign aid but now I’m against the status quo.

Propping up Middle Eastern dictators has been the status quo for over 30 years.

I have never voted for appropriation bill for aid to another foreign country.

Government bank bailouts, Federal Reserve spending and investments in the military industrial complex (as opposed to national defense) have been the status quo.

We should audit and end the Federal Reserve.  It has  eroded  93% of the buying power of the 1913 dollar.

We have had enough bipartisanship in the last 20 years.  Debates such as bad Health Care vs.  No Health Care or both parties coming together to enact bad policies has been the status quo.

Both parties should practice bipartisanship by coming together and agreeing to cut excessive budget spending from their respective constituencies.

Devotion to liberty has been against the status quo .Freedom of expression goes against the current status quo.

We should not use violent military actions our global neighbors.

Government should never be able to do anything that you cannot do. 

There should be no redistribution of wealth and America.

We should consider giving 10% to taxes, taking care of ourselves and asking nothing from government.

There’s no authority in the constitution to have a Federal reserve system, no authority for a welfare state and no authority for a police state.

Perhaps Senator Ron Paul is not so against the “Status Quo” as our leaders and mainstream media would lead us, or mislead us, to believe.

In these changing times, when the world is connected by truth that rides the ether like light from the heavens, we must seize the day.

Ill tell you this, no eternal reward will forgive us for wasting the dawn…

-Jim Morrison

Speech in its entirety

 http://www.clipsandcomment.com/2011/02/12/transcript-ron-paul-speech-at-cpac-2011/

Transcript :  http://www.clipsandcomment.com/2011/02/12/transcript-ron-paul-speech-at-cpac-2011/

 

Hey, you –get off a my cloud!

I have always been moved by spoken word.  When I was young, I was into hard rock and things that were moving way too fast for most people to catch.  Of course I thought I knew it all.  It wasn’t until this summer after I graduated high school, that I met a girl who turned me on to the works of Jim Morrison.  I never liked the Doors.  Oh the music had rhythm and it was groovy, but I was too young to appreciate the revolutionary design of the band.  The guitar player played his instrument like a violin or fiddle.  The keyboard player sounded like a mad carnival, and the drummer was somebody they had met in a meditation class.  And then there was Jim, a street poet who had dropped out of film school.  I had no use for any of’ em.  I got a book of his poems that created a hunger in me to express myself in mysterious yet cognitive forms.  I never got there.  I was so moved by his effortless mastery of metaphor that I didn’t even try.

I wrote poetry for years thinking that the only necessary qualifier was that it rhymed and told a clever story or allegory.  I began writing music in my late teens, but with no formal training in an instrument and being surrounded by accomplished musicians all of whom were in other bands that played every other night, I found no way to hone my voice and elected instead to sit quietly in the corners listening to other people’s rhythms and beats and writing down scores of lyrics to other people’s music.  None of it would ever be heard.  Years later after learning the hard lessons of love and loneliness, I turned to an acoustic guitar that a father had given his pregnant daughter to learn to play after her husband had left her during the pregnancy.  She was too fat to hold it on her lap.  So she gave it to me.  One summer became three as a fumbled across its strings and hoped to conjure some emotion in my empty heart and soften to blow of unrequited love that had saddened my soul.  

I was always enchanted by love songs.  Even before I knew what love was or had experienced the pains of female companionship, I was drawn into the truth and honesty of seventies music.  I learned to play by rearranging the pieces of love songs gone by, that elicited a great emotional release and a subsequent hunger that could only be quenched by, - words.  It was at this moment that I discovered the true power of language in my life and at my disposal.  It was the power to heal.  I started with myself.  I found it easy to code or decoded my emotions and distress to the timing and melodies created from the left over chords and pieces of songs I hadn’t learned to play completely.  I learned to rearrange those notes and pluck my own heart strings. I can now write a whole song in more fluid motion in the number of minutes once I find the right melody.  I can say exactly how I feel and it comes across well. It has healed my heart and saved me from the depths on more than one occasion and others too. The gift that this expression has given me in being heard has been life changing, even though the one most often wrote about never sticks around long enough for me to nail it, I get release knowing  someone has heard how I feel, a sweet added irony. I have never, however, been able to break the mold of popular rhythm and rhyme in convention.  I have never achieved the level of mastery of a proper poet. I do my thing but, I'm certainly no Jim Morrison.

Critical Thinking and Me.

I read only what I have to or what interests me. College reading has become a tedious and terrible undertaking. The eyes are not what they used to be, nor the mind so pliant. I don't normally put myself into situations where I must critically think. There is much room to groom. I inherently analyze everything, however. I think I know what I know and I stick to my mental strengths and safe zones.I prefer to manufacture my own reality and have become quite edified in delusion. I care not for others perceptions unless I perceive them to be destructive to themselves and others around them and yet I am oft oblivious to my own incongruities. Perhaps I need this class to point the magnifying glass inwardly in an effort to re focus the accuracy of my outward projection of thought and words.

I have spent most of my life being mentally sedated. Not by substances or some self administered malfeasance, but rather by sheer and utter laziness. Perhaps in pessimistic moments, I feared the destination to which my thoughts might deliver me. Other times, I found the "natural" progression of ideas proposed to me to be calculatedly burdensome and manipulative. I chose cerebral activities that provided me a shelter from ambitious proclivities, perceiving instead some thronish laurel perhaps more suitable for treatment of rectal prolapse resultant from gratuitous exertion.

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where will it go.
I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where will it go.....

If I open my mind, let loose the shackles I have long cynicistically imposed upon its faculties and truly contemplate, will I not be sirened into its toolings and snidefully embrace my angst with clever tonguings?

Ok Im done with the Thesaurus...that was like trying to use a shotgun for a chisel.

I think writing is communication. I am always leery of "Why" someone is telling me something. What they may want as a result as opposed to what they appear to be conveying. In the hopes of becoming better equipped to understand, comprehend and experience communication I will open this door. My weak suit is organization of thought and continuity of  relevance. Another level of thought plainly cloaked in pertinence would give me more hope that those willing to wander through my drabble might more poignantly and focusedly read between the lines.

Boom-Boom! Fires Chisel again, (It grows real dull, real fast that way)...

The truth is I hate reading, love talking and shy away from thinking. I have become very satisfied with my thought process. My verbal and written productions, however, are not so well received. I have no censor button but catastrophe. No buffer, no filter and no off switch. In critically think about this, I can't help but come to the conclusion that I am uncomprehendable at times and this furthers the thirst to be heard, which I quench with more words and seemingly meaningless metaphor.

Then again maybe I am afraid to say what I really mean, preferring instead to mask content in a way where I can sarcastically say, you thought thats what I meant, if it becomes uncomfortable or coyly wink when someone actually gets it. I could, perhaps, fancy myself way smarter than I actually am and used to people to stupid to figure it out. I certainly find myself amusing and love to see how people react to what I write. I'd hate to learn to think critically and lose my number one fan. Maybe a healthy learnin' would make me think my own speak dull and I'd desire outwardly for knowledge and understanding, never again to be satisfied with the cage my candor has become. Maybe my words would start to make sense to people. I'd feel it. I'd be still...

I've always been really good at finding myself in the right place to say something. the priests of old and magicians of yore used mnemonics to actuate the energies of God and Nature in concurrence with the meeting of mind and will. They did not waste words..and they knew when and how to listen.

I wanna be special...I wish I was special ...