REAL FAMILY VALUES DON'T FORCE PREGNANCIES OR CUT SOCIAL PROGRAMS

REAL FAMILY VALUES DON'T FORCE PREGNANCIES OR CUT SOCIAL PROGRAMS
RELIGIOUS EXTREMISM IN GOV IS DEADLY TO KIDS

Friday, December 12, 2008

Yesterday it was Grapes of Wrath, Today it is Ivy & Holly of Wrath

For starters,

I'm somewhat done with this blog, or at least, getting there...much has happened, a Lot of reflection and well,

I'm leaning towards a different direction, I guess you could say, at least in how I and co-workers are channeling our efforts. This blog served its purpose, when it was needed,

yet I feel that during recent months, I at least, have been getting re-centered back into my original writing style and it is quite different from the short venting sessions here, not only that but much has transpired not only in this country but globally over the past year and there are many more issues effecting women, and I would like to write and focus on them as well as continue the work in bringing about awareness/advocacy on behalf of Human Rights/Women's Human Rights and the global [very real] threat To what little Rights are remaining.

But, as I have mentioned on this blog, fascism and misogyny comes in many ways and it isn't always religious. And "class" is I feel, intertwined in all forms of fascism, including religious despotism, and until Class is confronted, the hierarchies that perpetuate religious despotism will Never be overthrown.

That aside,

Christmas is near, and Yes, I said Christmas, not Merry Holidays, not Happy Seasons or all that Other PC nonsense,

CHRISTMAS.

Merry Christmas, because That is the Holiday...and this Christmas has been one that hasn't felt like 'Christmas' for so many people right now who are desperately hurting.

Not too long ago I completed reading "Grapes of Wrath" by Steinbeck, and it is one book that I won't forget...and I am still pondering over it,

and I can't help but wonder, how so much is so familiar with the status Then, to that of today. There is no doubt in my mind that there is a Deliberate creation of an underclass/eventual removal of persons, for the paving of 'so called progress',

the New World Order.

On that, I am convinced,

except it is far more global than it was in the 20s and the conditions are quite different, in that then, it was rural folks being forced out to make way for industrialization and machinery,

where as today, its to make way for a world order of complete 'compliance' to the transnational Caesars. And I do believe that the multiculturalist 'agenda' is to create a mass force of obedient, shallow, co-dependent and unquestioning sheep that will be forced eventually to live under a world wide religious order that is brutal, that rules with terror, that forces all to stay in their 'place', a HIERARCHY OF HELL, in other words,

and that, of course, will not quiver or even Think, of revolting against their slavery or chains.

On that, I am convinced...though, it is, of course, being carried out quite subtle and most would think its utter nonsense. But, any simpleton who pays ATTENTION can see the signs,

and one thing I did come to conclusion on is that in the Depression Era, back in the day, there were two things individuals had that most do NOT have today,

close family ties [that love each other] and

beliefs and knowledge/or experiences that were rich and meaningful and that they could draw upon during the most darkest of times to sustain their spirits.

Today, most do not have that, not close family or those mental memories to draw upon,

everything is quick gratification, selfish gratification, families are being ripped apart [and this is a deliberate agenda] so that there is this notion of separation and self-reliance in the utmost Extremes, to where there is Emotional Detachment and Desensitization,

that is why, young people can go and watch torture movies and it not bother them, there IS no attachment or love in them therefore it bothers no conscience,

BECAUSE THERE ISN'T ONE.

Second, there is no depth, to draw upon, for most...everything is quick, quick visuals with fragments of frames and more frames....to which, when attempting to look back and draw upon for some moral relevance,

its all one big blur. Maybe comedy, can be recalled, but not in the way where it reaches down into the soul and carries one onto the next moment, that Hope...

its simply just too fleeting because the majority of things people absorb today is just that,

fleeting images, bombardment of visuals, soundbytes, and like an overstuffed file cabinet, by the time you sort through for something important,

you realize, 90% of it is outdated and trash anyway, so you toss it.

I think thats what many people's minds and memories are like---except of course, for bitter ones,

and, drawing upon bitter memories and grudges isn't something one wants to do when they need hope and inner strength to deal with hardships.

There is not much true intimate exchanges between humans anymore, to where one can draw upon true friendships or happy memories,

used to be, there was. Not anymore,

at least, not for the majority of people [esp those living in urban areas] and not in our rush, rush, time frame work lives.

Why is this important?

Because, you see, when one doesn't have anything to draw upon, then something replaces that,

void,

something Usually promised by a government [that has been all this time creating this void and borg being],

that promises deliverance and hope and fulfillment.

But, at one hell of a price,

and empty folks,

don't have much to lose now do they?

Why, the government will fulfill their need for Co-Dependency and for Security, that void and that loneliness,

through of course great Plans and Remedies and New Ways of Doing things...

and those that do not 'fit into the mold',

will of course meet their fate, fate planned out by governments and agencies who feel in their Elitism that these Problems need Solutions,

and of course, Solutions usually means,

Extermination. [whether brutal or by silent death and invisible murders, that underground of people who are withering away and starving and dying and no one knows about it...why, they simply don't exist now do they?]

Well, anyway, here it is Christmas and I can't help but think how then, Steinbeck wrote about the hope of the work in the Grapevine fields that were the bitter path to a slow extermination, invisible, so easily carried out and for such a great price of the wealth it afforded [for those precious few],

and today, among the Holly and the Ivy, there is a growing invisible people that are filling up tent cities and shanty towns and hiding under bridges and people just two weeks away from being evicted,

and those numbers are growing...

and over the world, the poorest of the poor who could barely afford onions and potatoes are now barely affording one potato to feed a family of six,

and that's After working all day for a rich person [more than ten hours usually] or for some sweatshop and I'm talking about both Men and yes, Women.

And yet, more jobs are demanding not only Credit checks [to be legally able to flat out discrimate against the poor, the bankrupt, the minority, the immigrant] but also Mode of Lifestyle checks, to be, of course,

totally Legally able to discriminate against the GLBT or the Single Mother or the African American or the Elderly,

or the one who, dare challenges the government...

a Plan, to systematically create a division between not just the Haves and Have Nots,

but the 'allowed to live' and the 'off to die' Porgram.

And its being done and so cleverly and with the blessing of our governments, local and Federal and State.

Right under our noses...

so, here's to the Bitter Holly and Ivy this year,

because while it might not be PC to wish one a Merry Christmas,

lets not forget, Scrooge hated Christmas too, and Lord Knows, we have enough Scrooges of the New World Order wreaking their havoc and death and an increasing population of Tiny Tims...

and I think we are a long, long way off, before the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future, show the Scrooges of the World, the errors of their ways.

Till another time,

Natasha

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