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Misanthropic Philanthropy
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Misanthropic Philanthropy
I’m sorry.
But I don’t want to be an emperor.
That’s not my business.
I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone.
I shall like to help everyone, if possible.
Jew, gentile, black man, white.
We all want to help one another.
Human beings are like that.
We want to live by each other’s happiness not by each other’s misery.
We do not want to hate and despise one another.
In this world, there is room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.
The way of life can be free and beautiful.
But we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has reduced us to misery and bloodshed.
We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in.
Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
Our knowledge has made us cynical.
Our cleverness hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little.
More than machinery we need humanity.
More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.
Without these qualities life will be violent and all will be lost.
The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together.
The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men.
Cries out for universal brotherhood, for the unity of soul.
Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world.
Millions of despairing men, women and little children.
Victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
For those who can hear me, I say do not despair.
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed.
The bitterness of men who fear the way human progress.
The hate of men will pass and dictators die.
And the power they took from the people will return to the people.
And so long as men die liberty will never perish.
Soldiers don’t give yourselves to brutes.
Men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, and what to think, and what to feel.
Who drill you, guide you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder.
Don’t give yourself to these unnatural men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts.
You are not machines.
You are not cattle.
You are men.
You have the love of humanity in your hearts.
You don’t hate.
Only the unloved hate.
The unloved and the unnatural.
Soldiers don’t fight for slavery fight for liberty.
The 17th chapter of Saint Luke it is written the kingdom of god is within men.
Not one man.
Nor a group of men.
But all men.
In you.
You the people have the power to create machines.
The power to create happiness.
You, the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful.
To make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then in the name of democracy let us use this power.
Let us all unite and let us fight for a new world.
A decent world that will give men a chance to work .
That will give you the future and old age and security.
By the promise of these things brutes have risen to power.
But they lie.
They do not fulfill that promise.
They never will.
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people.
Now let us fight to fulfill that promise.
Let us fight to free the world.
To do away with national barriers.
To do away with greed, and hate and intolerance.
Let us fight for a world of reason.
A world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.
Soldiers in the name of democracy let us all unite.
The above I found out is actually the last speech of Charlie Chaplin’s The Great Dictator.
The creative flow of Lotus Tribe featuring S.E.L.F., has brought this speech toward the forefront with a gentle yet prodding beat and gives us Chaplin’s speech 70 years later under the moniker of Misanthropic Philanthropy.
A great review of Lotus Tribe can be found here.
Modern Musings’ Message in a Bottle
Mimi Lennox author of MimiWrites as well as other blogs, creator of the BlogBlast for Peace, has once again created a movement within the blogosphere: Mimi’s Message in a Bottle.
Writers are to snatch the image at Mimi’s and customize in paint or photoshop {she offers great assistance with participation} with a Message to the World.
I am indeed attempting to speak to the world in my pursuit of a holistic view, so I had to participate with:
I tag everyone. Take it seriously.
If you were able to say anything to the entire world what would it be? Even the answer that is generated is change.
Open your minds and discover where you stand in this world. What is the contribution of your life?
We all possess such great potential.
Can you imagine what the world would be if we all tapped into ourselves and brought our potential into the light?
Sphere: Related ContentRobert Anton’s Peaceful Solution
Willie and Amy Nelson have birthed a creative movement toward A Peaceful Solution.
This is Robert Anton’s contribution. I have been following this movement for a few months and this one is my absolute favorite so far.
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The Secret Government: The Constitution in Crisis
Princeton Security Analysis on Diebold Voting Machines
Proof 2000 Election Stolen; Conyers Hearing
Steve Connell’s Tell Us the Mission {Accomplished}
The War on our Civil Liberties
Melissa Etheridge “I Need to Wake Up“
Life and Debt - Globalization and Jamaica
Empire of Oil: The hidden history of 9/11
Freedom River by Orson Wells
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Role Reversal
I want to be the woman of your dreams.
I want to be the only woman you think of when it comes to love.
I want the power to control your sexuality.
I want to be your desire.
I want to be the woman you long for.
Would I be a bitch if I were to tease you with my beauty until I rule your dreams
And give you no material feeling?
Would I be a vixen if I were to drive you insane with a kiss and
Leave you longing for more?
Would I be a witch if I were to control your soul with my divinity?
I want to be your goddess.
I want to tease you into madness.
Would I be a whore if I made you ejaculate
Thinking of the depths of my soul?
Would I be a slut if I were to suffer you not another relationship
With memories of my kiss?
Would I be a witch, a whore, a vixen, a slut,
If I were to control your Heart.
Like you control mine.
The Full Bull
November 05, 2006
Illuminator of the Deep
Naked without Shadow
Open
Illuminating everlasting radiance
Inner oceans heed
Receive
The source of mystery
Revealed to me
Drawing
The Full Bull
Will appear again
In time
Present now
Future return
Eternal within temporal
Immortality
How can one achieve immortality?
The Muse whispered this to me
Heed to the gifts of inspiration
With focus and strong determination
Seek to tame the primal flow
Name the forces that lie within
Your potentiality realized
Help another on their path
Following your bliss
Will give you this
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Zager and Evans In The Year 2525 Lyrics
ARTIST: Zager and Evans
TITLE: In the Year 2525
In the year 2525
If man is still alive.
If woman can survive, they may find.
In the year 3535
Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies.
Everything you think, do and say, is in the pill you took today.
In the year 4545
Ain’t gonna need your teeth, won’t need your eyes.
You won’t find a thing to chew.
Nobody’s gonna look at you.
In the year 5555
Your arms hanging limp at your sides.
Your legs got nothing to do.
Some machine doing that for you.
In the year 6565
Ain’t gonna need no husband, won’t need no wife.
You’ll pick your son, pick your daughter too.
From the bottom of a long glass tube. Whoa-oh
In the year 7510
If God’s a-comin, he oughta make it by then.
Maybe he’ll look around himself and say.
Guess it’s time for the judgment day.
In the year 8510
God is gonna shake his mighty head.
He’ll either say.I’m pleased where man has been.
Or tear it down and start again. Whoa-oh
In the year 9595
I’m kinda wonderin if man is gonna be alive.
He’s taken everything this old Earth can give.
And he ain’t put back nothing.Whoa-oh
Now it’s been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears.
For what he never knew,
now man’s reign is through.
But through eternal night.
The twinkling of starlight.
So very far away.
Maybe it’s only yesterday.
In the year 2525
If man is still alive.
If woman can survive, they may find.
In the year 3535 {fade}
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Let America be America Again
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain.
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn form Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We the people must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again!
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