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Kellyanne’s Fake Constitutional Rocks

“The Second Amendment is a bedrock principle of our Constitution…”
Kellyanne Conway

Dear Kellyanne,

Thanks so much for standing in
for the apparently unavailable
and dull, predictable Constitutional lawyers,
and the U.S. historians,
and also the legal philosophers
of social justice and moral ethics
with your own fresh minority opinion
of one NRA wanna-be lobbyist.

Before I saw your latest entry
in the OutRageous JunkNews competition,
which has become more hotly contested
as of post-Trumpian patriotic late,
I had actually,
you know,
read, once or twice, what the Constitution itself
has to say
about what are its own bedrock principles.

Here are our bottom-line goals
as stated in the Preamble itself:

1. “to form a more perfect Union”
which would probably leave out most forms of investment in domestically competing violence,
fear-mongering,
and even anti-feminist anger-mongering.

2. “justice”
which does not seem to be later defined as
private and public sector arms racing
to see who can first acquire the most
or biggest
or fattest
or fastest
or longest ballistic toys.

3. “Tranquility”
with a capital T
not a capitol Trump Business As Competitively Usual
as you might spell that word,
a synonym, here, for Peace,
with a capital and capitol P,
for Please could you get over your unprincipled verbal garbage
for just one contemplative retreat,
it would do you,
and possibly those around you,
so much ecotherapeutic good.

4. “common defence”
Not spelled UnCommon Offense
amongst our otherwise Unioning selves,
so specifically,
explicitly,
clearly,
transparently excluding domestic rights to bear or bare ballistic arms,
not even talking about knives,
or sling shots,
or those really big rubber bands
that my brother used to snap me with
on the back of my own redneck patriarchal ass.

Which is why we had to have a Second Amendment
because the bedrock principles of the Constitution
explicitly exclude
what we had to include
in the Second Amendment,
because, unlike the First Amendment,
which actually is, arguably, redundant with remaining bedrock principles,
the Second Amendment most extravagantly and democratically and transparently clearly is NOT:
“promote general Welfare”
“Liberty” to the signers and us, and our “Posterity” kids too
which are the real original health care giving and receiving framework
or bedrock
for the standard democratic justice terminology of that time,
as well as our own post-millennial time
and mental space
and nation growing regenerative place,
and not so much over-investment in degenerative ballistics.

So,
if by “bedrock principle”
you mean seminal values
of the Signers’ Historically Manifest Intent,
on one side of recorded history
you have the Preamble
then the Body of the Constitution
then the First Amendment.

Then you have the
“Oops, British rights of citizens to self-defensive armaments
within domestic borders,
which,
by the way,
did not necessarily include the right to bear arms across state lines,
or even county lines,
or even outside one’s own village,
or even outside one’s own property,
but, regardless,
is hopelessly outweighed in the competition for
“Most Bedrocked Constitutional Principle
for Preserving this More Perfect Domestic Union”
by most anything on the Preambling list above.

Which,
actually, I think is good news for you.
Because if the right to shoot at each other
were a bedrock principle
rather than the responsibility to play nice,
and talk non-violently correctly as compassionately,
and cooperate with as much good-humor as bicamerally possible,
then your own enfranchised health,
happiness,
and matriotic prosperity
would be in some serious LeftBrain-RightWing fascist shit,
counter-historically speaking.

By the way,
did you happen to notice
the Constitution’s summary remarks?
just before the last Article on Ratification,
“…no religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States.”

What is not defined is the difference,
if any,
between a religion
and idol or icon worship.

When I read bedrock justice and peace principles,
and think about them,
and grow passion about them
as explicitly documented Constitutional original historical intent,
and then I read your statement
that the Second Amendment
isn’t really an amendment at all,
it’s more of a gun-toting religious faith
in Up Yours! Better Government Through Ballistics!
it makes me have second thoughts about how far we can reasonably stretch the First Amendment,
to protect non-violent and co-responsible and informed speech
to also cover
religious allegiance to violence
and irresponsible blabber.

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Isms Singing AntiIsms

Fascism has grown cancerous maturity
to pathologically enforce
what mere nationalistic military-industrialized supremacy
would patriotically endorse.

Supremacists of race or gender
or metaphysical systems of personal as political investment,
mistake allegiance to icons and idols and pledges
of national privilege
for personal passion and investment in gratitudes of love
for EarthTribe’s WinWin Lands with blessing waters,
Gaian Principles
of Organic Health Co-Governing Procedures.

Against fascist growing cancers
degeneratively unfolding
what EarthTribe regenerative optimization
has more matriotically embraced.

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Slice and Dicey EcoFeminists

We could invite many ways
to slice and dice the prism
EcoFeminist.

I first ran into this label
when spoken by a sexual advocate
in the early 70s
at the University of Michigan,
from the mouth of a transgendering ecofeminist
who felt more matriotic about land and people and plants
than patriotic about a nation and state
whose laws,
and the paternalistic parents of those laws,
declare s/he had no right to exist,
certainly not propogate.
No right to love
whom s/he loved
in her proud
and loyal
and honorable
and grateful ecofeminist way.

I can more dimly hear ecofeminist
as an ecologist
who happens to also be a feminist,
but this lacks sufficient resonance and resolution for me.

I can hear ecofeminist
as feminist
who also happens to know about her/his natural environment
and yet this planet inspires feelings of fertile interdependence
as healthy
and would better expire laws of nature
devoid of wealthy co-relationship,
wherein human nature
stands godlike patriarchal and supremely above
our agribusinesses of generic commodified nature
to declare humane wealth
measured only by this quarter’s productivity
intended to leave all fields and forests and oceans barren
before moving on
to our next hostile ecopolitical takeover.

To me,
fully articulating my ecofeminist heart and mind
cannot separate this scientist of Earth’s biosystems
from our fertile-loving nurturance of health,
our most abundant echoing and regenerating cross-trained selves.

EcoFeminists
fade and fail when personal health outcomes
are depoliticized from national and international lands and oceans,
as well as removed from local and bioregional wealth production,
without co-balancing healthy educational consumption.

Feminist ecologists
abundantly cooperatize, optimize,
when personal health ownership reflects our land and water,
fire and wind wealth of ecosystemic
economic
co-investing balance.

EcoFeminists
are radical cooperativists,
singers and dancers and self-entertainers,
planters as harvesters,
birthers before butcherers,
listeners before performers,
speakers
doers
seekers
learners and educators,
parents and mentors,
because this is who we were all born to become
to-gathering ecofeminists.

Our schools,
from preK through post-doctorate,
technical conservation through liberal arts and entertainment,
real estate through real organic wealth,
would each and all do a better job together
of nurturing and growing
and provisioning and providing ecofeminist leaders
if educational curricula
were more permaculturally designed
with ecofeminist divas in the rooms
and in the fields,
and on the seas and rivers,
and not so over infested with unnatural lawyers
who believe our vocations
are to settle for Win some secular health
by losing some sacred wealth,
to teach us why we must not healthy do
as we would most wealthily,
holistically,
cooperatively,
sacredly prefer.

I want to think and feel as a grateful ecofeminist of grace
at school
and church
and mosque
and voting booth
for whom health and wealth
smell and feel and talk together
like Yin reweaving Yang
in co-ecofeminist solidarity,
deep learning regenerations
of (0)Sum
WinWin producing YangSpace
as also consuming Yin PrismedTime.
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Neither ecofeminist educators
nor prisms
could wisely argue
about which lens is most correctly primal
or (0)-prime best.

Healthiest is cooperatively wealthiest
with us all holonic,
Yang sending as Yin receiving
simultaneously WinWin.

Which is the Greatest God of All?
disputes do not emerge from prisms,
rather prisons and schools
and bad faith communities
and fake news communications
of retributive WinLose monopolies
devolving toward LoseLose anti-systemic theories
and nihilistic hypotheses
filling in
until our return to restorative mercies and joys
conjoining EcoFeminist Gaian Principles and Procedures
toward more polyculturing prismatic outcomes
of deep
and rich
and wide nutrition,
health optimizing wealth,
planting seeds of wisdom as we have always eco-harvested.

 

 

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The Ambiguous Apprentice

When does ambiguously free verse
also become emphatically political verse?

I was emphatically reading pieces,
ambiguously written
about my sons,
to my oldest son’s girlfriend.

The longer I read
the more she cried.

Now it had been my hope
and passion
to become the next Kurt Vonnegut
of PolyCulturing Healthy Outcome Design,
or at least John Irving
at his all ecopolitical lives matter, and not, satirical best,
and so I finally had to ask,
Are these tears of sadness?

Yes and no.
Sometimes, says she,
mostly happy that someone else
sees him as I do
when I am at my best,
but sadness too
that we live in your world
of our own re-creation
about what you write
is too often left unsaid
uncreated
or even thought about.

I thought this might be a compliment
and so I read bravely on
through her quiet tears
of sad happiness
until she asked me to stop.

Could you teach me to write
like you?

No.
I doubt I could even help you write
like you.
Why,
are you having trouble writing by and of yourself?

Yes.
I worry I have nothing to say,
no place to safely yet nakedly live.

About half the poets
and novelists
believe that is a prerequisite
to great literature
and becoming an authentically mature artiste.

Having nothing to say.

Yes. But saying whatever very well.
And the other half,
what they mainly have to say
is to have something to say
which you would be wiser through hearing
yourself say
what you just said.
And if they believed
as does the opposing mindless half
then they would not embarrass themselves
by writing any no thing at all.

Well, which is right,
do you think?

More to your point,
which is right
about your writing?
If you can trust each empty page
longs to fill with your good humor
and best wisdom,
then you might begin
by having nothing on your Left languaged mind
except some brief turn of lyrical phrase
or return of some event
devoid of context
which musefully incarnates as content
as your pen rolls along each shaping word
and returning phrase
and 4 dimensional as seasonal
reasonal harmonic lines
and sentences for joyful life,
not just lonely sad death.

Next thing you know
sad death cooperatively together
restores joyful life justice
where lived sad loves lived evilly alone
and you are editing in search of paragraphs
to create sufficient spaces
between maturing lines of thought
you heard as one compare/contrast before
you’ve always said
and hoped someday to read,
then editing through pages of ego/eco-logical content
about…
what?
We’re not sure
until we’re done.
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She was crying again.
So I found an old barely used notebook
and a fresh pen,
a nearly full box of gaily pure white tissue
and handed them to her,
Suggesting she might write about tears
of sad yet lovely joy.

Where might I best begin,
she wisely asks.

At the top,
either left or right
depending on which hemisphere you most speak,
I not so wisely answer.
And, the first principle of multicultural story telling
is to be sure your reader
continues to understand and appreciate
and feel gratitude for
your protagonist
inevitably our favorite underdog,
because life’s a joyful sad bitch
but what are we going to gratefully do
with it?
The pen and notebook?
In your left and right hands?

So, I just start at the top
and re-imagine us
whether protagonist-in with antagonist-out,
or potential future solution
within a vexing co-present problem,
ways we choose to fold and unfold
sad space
as also joyful time of opportunity?

Spoken as a true tragic-comedy loving physicist
pretending to become a metaphysical teller of history,
your story,
written as we speak together
in domesticating yet still wild imaginations,
political thought experiments,
narratives,
prose as also poetry.

Precisely as I see our sadly joyful situation too.
All we have are protagonist underdogs
and antagonist overlords,
and each lies both sadly and joyously
across each bicameral heart and mind
singing
When I fall in nondual co-arising love,
we will be forever,
Reading stories of favorite sons
to tearful joys of future daughters
for revolutionary story telling,
more cooperative
than my damnably antagonistic
overlording sons!

When did ambiguously free verse
also become emphatically democratic verse?

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Pledged Allegiance to the Sun

Wilderness edible forests,
to hungry mothers,
became wild undomesticated wastelands
to commodifying and taxing FatherLand patriarchs.

Wilderness matriarchs once Pledged Allegiance to the Sun,
and Gratitude to GrandMother Moon
for both interdependent fullness
and new womb emptiness,
grace-filled promise
of future healthy integrity,
pregnant with promising fertility.

We pledge allegiance and gratitude to our Sun,
One Icon of our First Native Nations and Wilderness Tribes,
reforesting and harvesting indivisibly synced
under and within SkyMother Earth
with liberty to not be unpatriotically bullied
to rescind each democratic individual’s right
to equal liberty of mind and heart and body,
and forest wilderness ecojustice
for all GrandMother Moon’s health planting
and wealth harvesting children,
Moon-matriotic matriarchs
and Sun-patriotic patriarchs.

Expressing grateful loyalty within
wilderness edible forests,
to and for hungry parents and grandparents,
becoming wildly domesticated fertile lands and waters
to cooperatively commodify
and sacredly deify
and co-invest Mother EarthTribe
matriarchs rewombing
matriarchs and patriarchs,
born equally of transubstantiating Sacred SunLight,
Love,
Grace
breeding and feeding cooperatively owned Gratitude.

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Healthy Attitudes

I suspect what most of us want from our families
and communities
has something to do with living as healthy as possible
for as long as possible,
sustainably,
not just through our own lifetimes
but throughout multigenerational lifelines
from past through future
health regenerators
of nutritional wealth maintainability.

These are families
and communities
breeding loyalty
and gratitude,
positive attitude
although our local Boards of Education
(and don’t even think about federal departments
of competitive miseducation)
seem to not so much cooperatively
and economically
and ecologically
think this through together
as ways and means
for deep mutual gratitude learning,
listening,
speaking and feeling with Earth honoring integrity,
whether you discover this as sacred ecology
or merely secular cooperative economic matriarchal history,
depends on whether you go to Religious High
or Secular Humanist Public High
and deep
and widely grateful
for public patriotic
and domestic sacred matriotic
learning,
healing,
ego with eco-integrity
for Left with Right mutual gratitude,
healthy attitude.

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LongTerm ReAssessments

Dad,
how old were you when you first tried THC?

It was not until my freshperson year
at the University of Michigan
when you could not go from one end of any dorm
to the other
without inhaling that not really oregano oily fragrance.

Why were you such a late bloomer?

As I recall,
back in premillennial times
those who were high school pot heads
were recognized by all,
including themselves,
as destined for malodorous lifetime outcomes,
if not outright sociopaths
then at least hopeless malcontents
and scofflaws
without civil redeeming value.

Really?
So how did all that play out?

We were correct
in these pessimistic predictions
at least in large part.

You don’t sound surprised,
as I so hoped you might.

Only because
those of us who waited
until we had high school graduation credentials in hand
fared about the same unremarkable neither better or worse,
certainly not rewriters of history
as far as I ever heard.
And,
although I might well be mistaken,
those who self-promote
as never having inhaled
either sooner or even much too later,
have outcomes possibly least happy of all,
except for those who also
have not found enough real food to eat
or too much booze to drink in one remorseful night.

Interesting.
I hope that is a population of zero
in my postmillennial era.

Watch out for those who deny evolution as evil.
They are those least likely to learn
from our mistakes,
thereby proving the foolishness
of their own anti-evolving theories
about traditional unchanging consciousness
and humane nature
and EarthMother’s sacred spirits,
inhaling to exhale,
reweaving nature out with nurture in.

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Rivers of Degrading Memory

Once upon a time
I was merely prescient
in the genes and blood
and air and water
and other ingestions
of our ancestors.

Among these were Elders
who may have stopped along the banks
of the Connecticut and Hudson Rivers
to drink from their sacred streaming source
and fish
and camp under maples and oaks nearby.

When these elders come within prescient me
to see these same rivers now,
perhaps from nearly the same spot,
now an eight-lane concrete highway
for transporting faster capital-invested competitions
lacking sufficient slow river-time for healthy redevelopment,
together we hear and smell,
but dare not taste
nor feel compelled to feel
cool once-clear bathing and drinking water
as when we were here
back in the day
and nights of great river love
and life,
happiness and vocationing prosperity
with plenty of clean and delicious water
and fresh fragrantly invigorating breezes of quiet joy
with pine needles needless
under sometimes naked running feet.

But we,
my generation
and that before
and before
back discontinuously through industrializing
and commodifying
and commercializing
and capitalizing degenerations,
we are now trying to remind ourselves
that what we currently must not drink
or even taste,
probably don’t want to touch
much less smell
and even less actually jump into it
and all the broken glass
and rusted car parts
embedded in its toxic death bed,
this is what we must accept as our new normal.

This unraveling of my Elders’ rivers
to the point of toxic exhaustion
is my expected price of admission
to all my New England happy birthdays
for continuing prosperity
and freedom and dignity for all,
except the rivers
and the air
and those they feed,
and the pine needle kindling
that remembers our Elders to this day,
back when we were more cooperatively invested
in asking and responding to
Why can’t we all just get along
together?

Rather than compete for how rationally
we could tear apart
memories of Elders
first seeing and hearing and smelling
promising prescient delights
of bountiful Hudson
and Connecticut Rivers
still healthy flowing
for and with and of and in their great grandkids.

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Mother Earth CommercialIsms

Mother Earth
brings virgin birth
to hunting and gathering EarthTribes,
reforesting and rechorusing choreographization,
ionizing and lionizing harmonization,
ergodic rhythmed and seasonally rhymonizing,
thermodynamic and radiant ecstaticizing
native First Nations
through Last Shall Be First ReCreations.

On the more RightWing side,
the commodified planet of earth
and water
and air
and fire
to be aimed at
and against
each other
is what’s rightfully,
if somewhat ballistically, left
of the raped and pillaged,
drilled and fracked,
industriously enslaved
Breeding and Bearing and eventually Butchered Bitch
once known as Sacred Mother Earth,
as venture-capital invested
by Father SunFire.

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Golden Year Wishes

Darling,
I should like to do something more helpful
about this continuing feminization,
marginalization,
disparagement of full integrative value
for cooperatively-owned and managed
ecopolitical corporations,
incorporations
bio- and eco-systems.

Good idea, love.
How do you think,
or feel,
or whatever you intuitively do,
this competitive infestation
of patriarchal dominance
began?

I always assumed
this was a virginal matriarchal womb
creation story
of cooperative Paradise Lost for lack of
reforesting health and climate care receiving and giving,
governance,
a rich creolic permacultural collusion
between matriarchal GrandMother Moon nature
and patriarchal SunGod OnFire spirit.

Maybe it’s just LeftBrain dominant me,
but that way of seeing cultural evolutions and revolutions
seems more of a hot mess
than a rational explanation
of nature-spirit nondualisms,
co-arising.

Hey,
that’s what I’m talking about!
RightBrain matriarchal cooperators
have been nurturing polycultural bio-
and eco-systems
while LeftBrain Patriarchs
compete to get their swords and tongues,
and any other appendages and/or digits they have,
in edgewise
for self-aggrandizing WinLose evolutions,
which matriarchs see as missed opportunities
for fueling cooperative revolutions
of co-arising ownership,
nondual self with other management,
domestic and global WinWin administrations
principles for polyculturing
polypathic healthy wealth outcomes.

Wow.
So now the ecofeminist matriarchal WinWin cooperatives
are taking back Mother Earth?

No. Not at all.
We never sold Her to you WinLose patriarchs
to dominantly start with,
part with
from earliest not-so-virginal,
yet creolic acclimating cooperative, wombs
of Gaian emergent matriarchal Principles
and procedures
and policies
for Golden Rules of ReGenerativity
and mythic Golden Ratios
of well-seasoned,
ripe polypathic proportion,
highest and best interdependent re-investments.

Well,
if us Patriarchs wanted to make a belated competitive offer,
how much would you Matriarchs think She might be worth?
Keeping in mind waste-stream depreciation trends
accelerating as we continue reiterating
in not quite empathetic circles
and marching against square and static root systems.

If you have to ask,
you don’t have enough spiral-crystal bling,
not even for Yang’s optimally cooperative fair share.

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