My political comment for the day…

…and yes, I know by the time you awaken it shall be the first of April….but this is NO April Fool thing.

YouTube video courtesy of

“An eye for an eye will make us blind.”–Ghandi

Look, carefully, at the children in this video….

Constipated? Or, what?


I have never cared for him, the puppet man.  When I saw the first ‘Telepromtr’-aided speech, I watched for a few minutes as he seemed to be at a tennis match…left and right with the head, constantly…and irritatingly.  Just another radical Alinsky acolyte, I thought then…and so I think, now.  A phony, a Communist, a Marxist.

We, as human beings, do NOT need the likes of Baraka and his phony wife, Michelle, determining what we can or cannot do with our lives.

We…are the champions, not just ‘fly-over’ country dwellers!  No matter how Baraka, a man who cannot admit his own mistakes, and his minions perceive us!


Then, according to John…

…a retort.



We’re playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the Mantra peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic the search for the grail

Love is the answer and you know that for sure
Love is a flower you got to let it grow

So keep on playing those mind games together
Faith in the future out of the now
You just can’t beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
Yeah we’re playing those mind games together
Projecting our images in space and in time

Yes is the answer and you know that for sure
Yes is surrender you got to let it go

So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
Keep on playing those mind games together
Raising the spirit of peace and love
(I want you to make love, not war
I know you’ve heard it before)

For a bit of a change of pace

Some I miss, more than you could think…and others I’ve shrugged off…those like the Obamas and their ilk!


Shall memories

Lose their meanings

Because you are there

And I am here?

Ten, even twenty or thirty years

Should never matter

If we were…are

Truly friends.

Copyright 2012