Ransom for freedom – 4

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rAcisM is a woRd inocuLAted
iNtO
SocIetY via an
atTenuAted diseAsE
OF seManTics.
cAll iT wHat It is yoU fUcKing
cOwaRds!
WhItE supReMacY

-W.E.

The reflex action has occurred. Through their deceptive means, they have failed miserably to introduce a code of politically correct and harmonious vocabulary to suit the vernacular of public dialogue.

Instead of being honest through public space which is ironic since their books and literature are wrought with open frankness about their supremacist ideals, instead, they water down concepts to make them palatable, to occupy you with the mundane so that the toxic reality is ignored.

So we have the minority privileged, ironically ineffectively lacklustre in their life struggles, get motivated to tell an idiot on a train, ‘Hey that’s racism’, when they are picking on a woman of colour or race who doesn’t fit the pop culturally defined spectrum of supposed normality.
They are then paraded as a hero or heroine because someone has a phone and a Youtube account and a morning show needs clicks on their Facebook page.

The proper action would have been to take a bat to that persons head until you show him who is a minority and who is a majority, but that’s not PC enough. Until you bleed ‘racism’ out of his sinews and he is drained of it, like a blood letting of the demon it is!

The irony is people of colour and race are over seventy percent of the world if not more, that is if we want to go by the shitty standards of exclusivity and superiority of man as espoused by Darwinian gobbledygook.

White America, White Australia, White England and to some degree parts of White Europe.

That’s all they are…..

They’re diminishing because their illness is infatuation of self. They’re so enthralled with their pale reflection that they have forgotten the reality of life which is to procreate.

They prattle about natural selection through their devotion to Charles and his cesspool of a diseased mind and toxic soul and oh my God they are right, natural selection has them falling like flies as you cannot reproduce anywhere near the rate of the fertile world of colour and race. Oh the irony. Nature indeed has a way of filtering the bad ones out.
They’ve been taxed of the ability to procreate and breed and are naturally dying off. So they’ve created these plans of Eugenics to kill off other races.

Innocent people around the world, of colour, of race, of history of foundation of civilizations all to the slaughter to serve their fetishes.

You name it, they’ve created a way. Wars, food, sanctions, vaccinations, theft, pillage, murder, water contamination and more. They continue to perpetuate any means necessary to ensure they remain in power.

I don’t like to refer to human beings as dogs, but in this case, every dog has its day and their day is grand, it is coming.

It should be without disclaimer that people don’t get their knickers in a knot and comprehend who these accusations are against. They are directed at the elitist predators who control most of the world despite their minority. It is directed at the infantile and juvenile minded of supremacist supporters even though they in and of themselves are considered inferior by the true elitist. The true slaves of these elitists are the ones who in and of themselves are at the low end of the socio-economic spectrum, at best middle class and still side with the mantra of white supremacy whether directly or subconsciously through their laziness of mind, and emptiness of soul.

Take for instance this latest heart stopper, The Revenant being heralded as this amazing movie. I had one thing scurrying my mind throughout the whole movie. Fucking genocidal sons of bitches! The movie is nothing short of breathtaking when it comes to scenery and acting, particularly of Leonardo, but it is nothing short of a disaster of a storyline.
Boring as fuck, lame, repeated, watered down, dishonest and another stab at the intelligence of humans, or what is left of it. A coy and pompous exaltation of what it means to be a white supremacist. Mix in a little PC friendly storyline and you have The Revenant. There, hardly a spoiler but at least if you haven’t seen it, you will now watch with a bit more of an open mind instead of like the zombie that is expected.

Like clockwork, yesterday Leonardo gives a speech and my thoughts come to fruition. ‘……and lastly I want to share this award with all the first nations people represented in this film and all the indigenous communities around the world. It is time that we recognise your history and that we protect your indigenous lands from corporate interests and people that are out there to exploit them. It is time that we heard your voice and protected this planet for future generations…’

So conveniently said in his Armani suit, treated hair and ageless skin in front of his other privileged entourage of supporters. A day of toil in the land wouldn’t do him harm, a month, two, three maybe a year of living with these people day in and day out might have made his performance even better. But that’s exactly what it was, a performance, like his speech. Robotic, mechanical, scripted and emotionally void. He is an actor amongst many. Easy it is to prattle the social pedigree of expected comfort words in the expected time,walk on with grace Leo.

And on that note I leave you, take a long hard look at yourself. Let’s be frank, you’re an actor/ess. You prattle the social expectancies in public but are easily away from the uncomfortable realities. You bite your tongue from saying what you want and think because it is not colloquial etiquette but you mean something else with your behaviour and deeper beliefs.

You want to recognise indigenous people and protect the planet? Easy, stop killing everyone. Stop stealing resources, stop your eugenics programs  and for the love of humanity stop prattling your bullshit in schools and give it back! Simple.

-W.E.

Ransom for freedom – 2

ransomed for freedom - 2

 

thE cUrreNcy foR truTh IS

dIsComfort,
Pay uP!

-W.E.

If you don’t like the price, don’t complain about the quality.

‘You get what you pay for’ is what is widely understood.

Truth is no exception to the rule. The price is high, the demands are severe.
Are you willing to give up comfort for it?

So many people will let the kidnappers go on, and on, and on……

One truth at a time, stolen until your whole life is a lie.

-W.E.

Ransom for freedom – 1

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oF Slavery,
yoU know but nAught,
eXcept thE doGma,
tHaT you’re taught
dRowning in ignorAnce,
sEvereD frOm thouGht
froM your incepTion,
Ransomed & bOughT
-W.E.

And ripen to your age of discernment,
Philosophising your ways through cafe’s.
Oh the intellectual marvel you are,
Surfing humanitarian waves.

But is it really you?
Did you devote your being to the dwelling of caves and work by candle light?
Did you abandon the world and any inkling of influence to arrive at your thoughts and who you are?
Or are you like the rest of us, joined at the hip to hipsterism?

I suspect the later. We’re shackled to the chains of environmental influence and what we think is individualism is usually cool conformism.  There isn’t one type of normality, but several. People take their pick as they feel comfortable. I prefer to dwell the edges of discomfort and abnormal.

This series of poems, anecdotes, musings, short stories and so on will dubbed the ‘Ransom for freedom’ series and will take a look at some of these issues surrounding us as humans. I hope you enjoy them and more than anything, challenge me, I am not perfect, I am but one person, perhaps on to something, perhaps way off. It’s kind of you to steer me back, even to my own track if so.

-W.E.

The hunter and the hunted

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Don’t believe the hunter

He’s already killed the evidence.

-W.E.

This was inspired by an African Proverb which says

“Until the Lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter”

We have very real problems in our world where the victims are made out to be the perpetrators.

Obviously there are exceptions where the perpetrators are exactly who they are, but plenty of times, societal norms, stereotyping, media, politicians, religious leaders and more will all conveniently twist the truth to suit agendas.

The only thing one can do to circumvent such manipulations is through human interaction. It is by switching off the media and let it die a slow and painful death, much like turning off a life support machine.

If you want to live, truly live, be happy, love people and be loved you have to let go of artificial stimulation. You must disconnect from the fabricated and inorganic mediums of manipulation.

I hear women oft repeat how they want to be loved for who they are on the inside yet they try so hard to wear a mask of who they are on the outside. The media spurs this on ad naseum.  How can he know you if you hide behind a mask? Strip back your layers, whether it literally be excessive make up or facades of personality. Be you, unadulterated. So what if the guy you desire doesn’t like you, is he really then the guy of your desire? I guarantee you the guy who likes you bare will be the one who will make you happy.

I see men, confused, unable to express their emotions, because it’s not the image they’re taught to express. They don’t know how to compliment a woman without making her feel like an object. They don’t know how to make her blush with bashfulness just with kindness and well intended gestures because the music and media they are raised with pushes a false bravado of Alpha on to them when in reality they whimper at the shadows of their soul, at their ego commanding wretched desires, anger, hate, envy, showing off, excessive misplaced lust and lack of chivalry and honour to name a few. All this precipitates into a cowardice that manifests fast in the thick of battle of their egotistical affairs or worldly matters or more importantly, their inner world which they fail to recognise they have.

Make no mistake,  you’d be doing yourself a grand favour by disconnecting, by never listening to media. By never cheerleading fear mongerers and learning how to shut down bigots and haters.

It’s your mind, your soul, your life, your choice…….. yes you do have a choice!

Cluttered mind

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They told me, go for a walk, get some shut eye, clear your mind.
FOOLS!
What would they know? Mindless drivel at it’s best because what they don’t realise is, I don’t want my mind cleared.

No, I’m quite happy lingering in these thoughts, sifting through the web of confusion, the echoes of pain that percuss off the valleys and mountains of my soul, haunting it with a northerly wind carrying the scent of uncertainty, through rocks, rustling restless leaves until they settle on the garden beds of meadows and compost into the soil of my heart.

I’ll sit right here in this corner, away enough for you to not be the piece of furniture in your way, quite content to have these thoughts punishing me, rummaging through my being enticing every cell of my body to engage in recreating memories or forging the future.

What you don’t realise is that clearing your mind is emptying your soul of substance.

Pain is there to help you grow.

Confusion is there to help you figure things out, to allow your brain to exercise.

Sadness is there so you may elate in the joy and know it’s value when it hits you in the front teeth, lest you remain an ingrate.

The voices are there not because you’re a schizophrenic, but because they’re meant to keep you company and offer you another perspective to the one you harbour in your heart, be it at the opposite end of the spectrum or merely a few inches away from where your thoughts currently reside, still you need something off course to correct your path and purify it.

Anger is there to keep you on your toes, alert so you never sway from clarity of purpose.

Whatever it is, don’t be a numb and mindless drone, subservient to the commands of the mundane. Ride the edge of your character and crack its whip until your fingers bleed or your mind annihilates.
-ME

Agitation for art

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Reflecting back on my youth until present, whether it was paint, drawing, music or writing even building and fabricating, none of it could occur without an underlying gnawing of agitation.
Agitation of the mind, heart or soul, something had to be agitated for art to manifest.

Simplicity of optimism

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“An optimist is simply a man who hasn’t heard the news.”
OR woman for that matter.
No it’s not someone who doesn’t watch the news. Let’s not all become literalists now, rather it’s someone who is so tunnel visioned  that they block out all unnecessary feedback, all input, all incoming data streams to purify their thoughts and only focus on what they want.

Granted, the news is one cesspool of negativity, I have no idea why intelligent people actually indulge in it…… Hang on, they don’t.

Next time you wonder why your state of affairs is in disarray, hold the mirror up and take a long hard look at your indulgences. TV, news, slapstick shows, cinema, media etc…… well you know your answer.