Timeless Tribal Wisdom

As I scrolled through my Facebook news feed, I discovered the following artwork here, being shared by the page, “Native American Chiefs,” and originally posted it to my own wall, along with commentary…

"One does not sell the land people walk on." - Chief Crazy Horse, September 23, 1875

“One does not sell the land people walk on.” – Chief Crazy Horse, September 23, 1875

My Commentary: One of the hidden origins of man-made poverty…

Oh, the Anarchy!

As I scrolled through my Facebook news feed, I discovered the following artwork here, being shared by the page, “The Abolitionist Movement,” and originally posted it to my own wall, along with commentary…

"There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. One year, a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. "How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?," the reporter asked. "Why, sir," said the farmer. "Didn't your know? The wind picks up the pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grew inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn."

“There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. One year, a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?,” the reporter asked.
“Why, sir,” said the farmer. “Didn’t your know? The wind picks up the pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grew inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”

My Commentary: Oh, the Anarchy!

Rise From Your Grave, and Join the Living!

As I scrolled through my Facebook news feed, I discovered the following artwork here, being shared by the page, “Psychologic-Anarchist,” and originally posted it to my own wall, along with commentary…

"I walk through room of the dead, streets of the dea, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls, and high school ideas." - Bukowski

“I walk through room of the dead, streets of the dea, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls, and high school ideas.” – Bukowski

My Commentary: “Rise from your grave” to join the living, and “let the dead bury the dead,” as Mashiach said!

Pun’s Son’s Got the Vocab!

The following correspondence originally took place upon the Facebook wall of my friend, Kala Z, after he tagged me in his post…

Kala Z.: Big Pun’s Son:
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(tagged) Rebekah P., Last Prince, Rayn, Jason B.

Jason B.: Check out the ‘team backpack’ cypher….too good

Kala Z.: Will do

Rebekah P.: Fuego!!!!!!!

Last Prince: Dopeness…

Rayn: Skillz! He’s got the vocab! 😉

Discussing the Futility of Fighting for More Government

The following correspondence originally took place on my Facebook wall, upon my post, “The Futility of Fighting for More Government“…

Rayn: Seems legit… Fighting for more government? Prepare to #feelthebern!

“Wants more government (More government)”

Greg C.: You wanted it now come on jerk off, get in the van…