No more instagram and their auto cropping and Nazi censorship


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Merica got yer gun? A poem


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Dont forget yer gun

Dont forget ter pray

Pray fer da president and dont forget yer gun

Dont forget ter stand

Stand tall with that gun k

Pray fer dat flag you standin for

Gods in the Margo Largo speaking to us the truth.

Dem libtards and thugs running pizza sex trafficking so carry yer gun

Dem child killing rapists want yer taxes for dem debauchery so get yer gun and pray fer dem bringing class to der White House der in Florida

Get more of dem guns out there and get der kids ta praying fer guns and Trump and flag Jesus and NASCAR and dem der guns

John Wayne boot straps Farmer pickup truck coon dog mason jars values jesus guns



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What a puny effort. A hashtag will do nothing to stop sexual assault. Mankind has raped for tens of thousands of years. Conquerors, frat boys, priests, nuns, liberators, fathers, mothers, sons, uncles, aunts, and nephews of every nationality and ethnicity, and religion rape. Nobody listens to a god damned thing what I say, but you just can’t do a hashtag for a day and expect one rapist to stop. Men spend 20 or 30 years in prison and rape again. Men rape knowing the laws and the consequences beforehand. I’m telling every woman, you can’t tell a rapist anything and count on it to stick. It’s a bizarre sickness that people have, both female and male. During world war two, liberating and conquering armies battled back and forth across Europe and sometimes the vast majority of women in a town were raped. Maybe anyone under certain extreme conditions is capable of committing rape. I’m sure only a few nuts put on the uniform to fight Nazis and also rape old German women in Hamburg. There was a woman involved in the sexual assaults of Iraqi prisoners. Everyone involved in Abu Ghraib knew beforehand what rape was and that it had serious consequences. People are seriously fucked and in the end your personal safety is up to you.

You’re not special, you’re not a bad ass, god will not protect you, the cops don’t hang out in the shadows very often. If Green Berets in Niger can run into trouble anyone can. The dark parking lots and streets and bedrooms of anybody can be a place where sexual assault occurs. Doesn’t that fucking suck?! Every case is different and there isn’t a blanket answer to help. For people who can, you have to be aware and proactive. You have to stop putting yourself in situations where an assault is more likely. You can carry your keys in a balled fist like a stabbing weapon, travel in pairs, have mace in your hand, walk in lighted areas as much as possible, walk like you own the place, stop looking at your blinding phone screen and keep your chin up. I’m a 37 year old man and I do those things. When I see women walking alone like a lamb to slaughter I feel bad for them. I’ve offered a couple of dates my pepper spray when I learned they’d walked and were finished with me, they didn’t take it. People always say it’s fine? Stop thinking it’s fine and counting on anyone for action!

What is my opinion on what to do with absolutely zero research outside of knowledge from the news and history? Legalize marijuana and prostitution. Tax it and use the revenue to battle mental illness and house the mentally insane. Having large hospitals to treat and house the mentally ill and addicts will have to put a dent in assaults. People will be raped and molested and being a prostitute won’t be the safest job. I can guarantee assaults on campuses will go down as will sexually transmitted diseases. When the allied forces were stationed in North Africa and the Union army in Tennessee the generals regulated prostitution and all the problems with bored young men were greatly decreased. I know people will say that’s sick and demeaning but who are you to judge? Nobody listens anyway and that’s all I’ve got on another bullshit Facebook campaign. I know Facebook is influential and I’m a pessimist, after all it did help get Donal Trump elected.


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DSC_0270-01I live under the oppression of mob rule. A “leftist” a “baby killer” a “snowflake” against the flag and its armies as I spread fake news. Our involvement with social media serves as our papers and turns free speech against us, as the government refuses to protect us. Believing America free is a dangerous dream. The tide is turning as blame is assigned and battle lines drawn. It’s not race or religion this time but cultures and politics and ideas of patriotism. Who knows where it will go. Today it doesn’t go to freedom.

Her War :crappy poetry


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Her beauty was enough to kill a man, with her rifle she would conquer an army.

Her green eyes burned through the heat rising from the daisies.

Her weapon an extension of her love and passion for humanity.

Her targets?

Her oppressors, the fascists, the bigots, the sexists, the rapists, the imperialists.

Her resolve will and does fell them in waves upon waves.

Her strength does not falter with victory or defeat as the fight rages on.

Her history is the history of man.

Her future is the future of man.

Her fight is everlasting with the life of the sun.

Her fight is won each day she carries on.

Her fight is won each day she stands against.

Her triumph the birth of humanity.

Her loss is her curse of man.

Her loss is the worlds evils.

Her legacy her strength her beauty her love her struggle her sons her daughters

Her gaze burns through it all behind billions of eyes.

Her enemies armies crumble in front of her rifle.

Her green eyes knowing it all.

Her power lasting with the future of the sun.



The Greatest Protest Ever


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The greatest protest ever was when some of the wealthiest men in North America gathered to unite all their different homes, faiths, and governments in solidarity, and sign a declaration saying the man in charge wasn’t treating them as men with rights and they’d had enough. That protest is ongoing as some people are still left out and not given the same rights or representation.

Peoples freedoms are still denied by others who hold themselves on a higher level of morality, class, and race. There are still those people who side unconditionally with authority and presume to tell people to love it or leave it. That is not liberty for all. It’s not liberty for the ruling majority or the outcast. It is only oppressive hate and the source of government overreach that is the cause of perpetual protests by all Americans. liberty isn’t banning certain individuals from military service, or denying others a right to marry, or instilling a fear of law enforcement into the poor and minorities. Liberty isn’t saying America is for a majority religion or race. Liberty isn’t about class warfare and criminalizing poverty or mental illnesses. Liberty is about everyone having an equal chance to pursue their own happiness with an equal voice in government and without worry of reprisals from some oppressive know it all.

The greatest protest ever, started with men who were willing to risk it all in solidarity with others to rid the rich and poor, protestant and Catholic, Bostonian and Virginian from oppression. That protest continues to this day as long as people are left out of the pursuit of liberty and happiness and fair representation.

This DACA business


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It is wrong to abolish DACA! For over 500 years, European descendents have been an occupying force on what they renamed the Americas. For over 500 years, indigenous people have been subjected to genocide through disease, warfare, industry, religions, and the political whims of Democracy’s, dictatorships, and self entitled know it alls. The longevity of an occupation doesn’t justify it. It’s always wrong. If the Nazis had occupied Poland for 50 years it wouldn’t have become okay. The mass migration of people from South America, Central America, the Caribbean, and Mexico is largely made up of people who are the decedents of the people who already lived on these continents before 1492. They are still the victims of the changing socioeconomic classes and ruling parties that presume superiority over them. Citizens of the United States somehow feel entitled to weigh in on the fate of these people as if they’re their own children. First Europeans strip them of their land, culture, and religion, and enslave them for centuries. Then when they gain their independence from European powers, America builds up and supports dictatorships to assert its own imperialistic trade policies and industry. From the Monroe doctrine to the United Fruit company and now to Facebook memes and idiot Facebook junkies, Americans have looked upon all the people south of the Rio Grande as inferiors there to do our dirty work. The people south of the United States have long been scapegoats for drug trafficking, the spread of communism, The Alamo, supposed godlessness by missionaries, gang violence, and with taking American jobs. The American view of all these different ethnicity’s and cultures and nationalities is racist, bigoted, and unfounded. To presume that what we believe about them gives us the right as individuals to decide their fates is completely insane. When you think you have the right with what little knowledge you have to determine some bodies right to be here, you’re an insane person. If you think you know what you’re talking about with your Facebook comments about following laws and all that repeated propaganda you’re delusional.

We are all immigrants. How many of our ancestors came here for the same reasons people are moving here now? How many Polish and German immigrants came here after losing their civil wars and how many Irish immigrants came here to flee starvation under the occupation of Britain? Europe of the 19th century was violent and desperate. Many people judging immigrants now are only here because their ancestors didn’t stick around and fix things in their homeland. Prior to American independence our ancestors came here as criminals, indentured servants, slaves, religious zealots, and refugees willing to steal land as they moved west and to use forced labor in the fields. Now we believe we hold the right to turn away others? Nobodies coming here to steal our lands or erase our culture or enslave us. These immigrants like most of our ancestors are here to work alongside us and fight Americas wars beside us. They only make America stronger by participating in our democracy. If you think dreamers should be deported you’re in the wrong despite any laws that say otherwise. The only reasons I see for it are out of greed and racism. You need a scapegoat for your own perceived problems and the brown people who speak a language you can’t understand are as always the scapegoat. You’re only continuing the great wrong we’ve been acting out for over 500 years.

The Special Occasions


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I’d been saving this Cuban cigar my favorite brother gave me for a special occasion, and I kept forgetting it when I went somewhere cool like a mountain top or an Arkansas river. I wanted to save it for a special occasion because how often do you get to smoke a Cuban? I went ahead and smoked it tonight realizing smoking a Cuban is an Occasion! Then I was smoking and watching the sunset and I realized every time I watched one its special. Every time I get to walk in the woods its special, or I see a muskrat or a Monarch or a fish jump its special. Those are all happy moments and things I enjoy while a few miles away people are rushing around the grocery store and waiting in line at McDonald’s with a scowl for the cashiers. I started thinking about all their unopened bottles off champagne just waiting for some moment deemed special and all the planned but never taken adventures people talk about on Facebook while they stay inside cradling their phones. I used to travel to southern Missouri all the time and people would ask why I didn’t go somewhere cooler like Colorado to the mountains. Those people asking weren’t going to Colorado themselves, they weren’t going anywhere. They were just wishing while I sat next to a fire with my friends. We knew it was special to do anything at all. We couldn’t be happier and our little escapes were paradise and to us the American dream. If you have a bottle of champagne or a cigar or a sunset to watch you need to just consume and appreciate it for the special things they are. If you can drive out and see the stars or walk outside and watch a storm roll in you really should while you can and appreciate it for the occasion it is. See your friends and listen to the cicadas and look up at the moon. Go on long drives and take new ways home from work. Get lost and hike in the snow. If you really love just doing nothing and staying home then do it, but if you blank out and day dream halfway through a show then go do something. Do something or see something that puts a smile on your face. Don’t save anything too long, just enjoy it and be happy you got to experience it. Everything about our lives is perishable. Every moment and little treat truly is a special occasion. Look around at things and chew your food long enough to taste it and open that special bottle of whatever to toast the sunset alone or enjoy with a friend.


I hate my cell phone!


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I was watching a documentary on Netflix called, Pygmies: Children of the Jungle. An explorer named Ivan Bulik goes into the Congo and stays with a tribe of pygmies deep in the equatorial jungle. He brings them cigarettes and eats with them and hunts with them and shows how fragile and vulnerable their existence is in this shrinking world. Indigenous people around the world are truly becoming extinct, mostly due to materialism and consumerism in the great names of progress and success and capitalism. They’re disappearing for our convenience and our entertainment. 190115-rdcongo-mine In the Congolese rain forest there is Cobalt. Cobalt is needed in all of our cell phones lithium batteries. So without the very rare mineral Cobalt you can’t take Snapchat selfies or post memes, or text about cereal at the grocery store, or play a game at red lights. This mining is devastating to the Pygmies that live in the forests where Cobalt is found. Like Europeans saw the indigenous people of North and South America as less than human, the Congolese people see Pygmies as primates and savages in the way of progress and a source of mysterious power. The jungles are full of rebels and poachers who hunt anything and eat “bush meat”. Bush meat is often times monkeys and apes, and since the rebels see Pygmies as apes, the pygmies are hunted and eaten. The hunters believe eating Pygmies will give them the knowledge their prey had possessed.


There are also hunting parties that steal the females to be raped. Since the Pygmies are a peaceful people without a word for war their defense is to dance. They dance to ward of the evil that hunts them for meat and rape. Besides the Pygmies suffering horrible atrocities, there is also the hunting of the great apes, child labor, and deforestation. For cell phone batteries, these people suffer like we can’t imagine. So we can amuse ourselves at every dull moment is what it comes down to. We get to watch fail videos and troll political posts and catch imaginary creatures and find the nearest restaurant and have cute bunny ears pictures for Tinder. The price for those mindless fun things is the destruction of ancient cultures and life. Is it really worth it? What suffering will we eventually face ourselves? Surely our gluttony won’t go unpunished. Nobodies going to go toss their cell phone into a recycling bin after reading this. In my opinion the human race has blood on its hands. Its far too late to be sorry. It was probably too late when Barbarians sacked Rome or Spartans used slaves to maintain their militarized democracy, or perhaps the first time a field was plowed and claimed as property. We are a bizarre species that left its innocence in the jungles of Africa. Now we’ll erase that last living reminder and truly become something else. I don’t know what to do about it except to say I hate my cell phone, and I’ll try to make its battery last as long as possible.



Dear Cousin


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My first feelings toward you right now are anger and confusion. I have to ask, what were you thinking you stupid asshole?! You had friends and a loving family and you did exciting things in beautiful places. Somewhere along your path you decided to risk all those things by doing drugs? I can’t understand why and maybe you couldn’t either. I’m guessing it was out of boredom, or a drunken mistake, or to be accepted by some woman. Maybe you had some inner turmoil that was just too much? Why?, is a stupid question that doesn’t help. I’m so angry with you for the choices you made that put you here. I’m so angry at you for causing pain and sadness in people who care about you. I’m angry and confused, but I love you and I forgive you. I’m sorry you suffered and I couldn’t help. I’ll always have hypothetical thoughts about what could have been different and what could have been done. I’ll always remember the best of times with you. You were a great cousin and friend and more like a brother. You could do anything in the woods and the rivers. You kicked through the thickest brush with me and shot straight and drank hard and built the hottest fires. Adventures were made with you everywhere we went. So many things we learned we learned together. Fighting, and baseball cards, and fishing, and hunting, and blowing shit up were just things that helped create a bond between us. We were the meanest mother fuckers in the jungle, living the American dream. You put down Republicans and Christians with humor and had goofy phrases like throwing acorns at battleships. We laughed like drunkards on crazy nights and very nearly got into some serious troubles and it was great times. You were a Pulaskifield militia founder ready to kick ass and an artist tying beautiful flies. You were as complicated and unique as anybody could be. You fly fished, and partied hard and you took care of me when I got sick and you’d drop a guy for talking shit. You hated school and you gave every effort to stay informed. You were tough and crazy brave and for some reason spooked by owls. Listening to Johnny Cash while you drank and grilled for hours under a hot sun is how I will remember you. You cooked and I got drunk and took your picture and ate your delicous food. Those were my favorite times, I’m lucky to have had a crazy bastard of a cousin to be there for them. You were better than the end you met and it wasn’t what you deserved. Everyone misses you and hopes you have found your peace. See you when I get there. Build the fire high so I can find you.997005_10201790107847609_551910582_n734509_10201790304972537_834711192_n