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All About MeTube

I see YouTube
and FaceBook
and other social media platforms
are not so happy
hosting PrivilegeTube
JustOurWhiteFaceBook
and other anti-social messengers.

Free speech advocates
are concerned about such censorious censorship.

Free listeners to rational reasons
and healthy seasoned pro-social advocates
may propose new antisocial media platforms,
clearly red-labeled with warnings
for children and families
that these are toxically contagious
absence of courageous
and curious
and celebratory healthy foresight
anti-health
and anti-resilient communal wealth spaces

Where those who feel privileged
to play win/lose strategies and games
against the healthiest green wealth
of win/win MotherEarth’s climate media platforms
may feel unfree to non-communion
non-communicate
non-listen
non-speak of multiculturing healthy wealth
among our unenlightened Babeling selves.

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Tolerating Itchiness

A healthy distance for tolerating LeftBrain dominance
is to recognize our global incarnation
into RightWing intolerant prominence
as dogma of a strictly white hetero-male privileged unkind.

A distance between silent impatience
and loud dissent
is the distance between nonverbal nonviolence
and irritatingly verbal communication.

A tolerable distinction between quieter dissonance
and boisterous intolerance
is a distance between non-violent
and full LeftBrain dominantly overtaking
and/or sado-masochistic bipolarity
and/or socio-pathology
and/or undemocratic kleptocratic
Win/Lose capitalistic intention
in a LeftBrain alpha dog eats and beats
RightBrain beta feminist…dog world
on any over-heated…itchy day
he chooses inhumanely sick
ZeroSum one-sided pleasure.

So sorry.
This started out as a quietly sedate communication
and ended in a most unfortunately aggressive
sound of furious way.

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Making America Grungy Again

Cynicism
grows from anthropocentric roots

As Narcissism
grows from cynical Lose/Lose
trampling our Win/Win EarthTribe opportunities
in over-marching
uneconomically smart
unecologically naive
stomping bully boots.

What the USSR Military-Terrorist Party
learned the hard way,
their Russian mafia metamorphosis
has learned a simpler
continuing kleptocratic way:

When plundering and raping your own people
and Earth’s international climate of active nutritional hope,
it is easier
and less transparent
to not have the unfortunate responsibilities
of actual
factual RealTalk
and RealWalk governing service provision

Like developing robust health and climate care systems
and building safe railroads and bike paths
and viable water and sewer systems
and healthy soil
and potable water supplies
and breathable air
and not quite so yang-fired up
win/lose competitive capital hoarding
amongst just us anthro-centric plutocrats.

Would that Apprentice Donald
had stayed private mafia likewise
rather than making America grungy again.

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Kleptocracy

I’m reading this book about germs and guns and steel
and pre-history
and human history,
predators and prey,
and people praying they won’t be predatored.

You know,
light bedtime reading.

So, this guy who wrote the book…

No, not the Daniel Quinn thing.
Quinn thinks the beginning and end of our nutritional civilization story
is food production.
He forgets we can also hear cooperative health
and overly-rabid pathologies,
like CEOs calling “bleed the poor to feed those already too rich”
“tax cuts”.

I mean,
I guess they are tax cuts
if you happen to be in the top 20% US income bracket,
but that seems to miss the healthier democratic point
that Lower 80% Lives Matter Too.

No, not Quinn,
it is this younger guy,
Jared Diamond,
who probably never even met Thomas Merton.

Diamond mentions “kleptocracy”
where I would have used “plutocracy”
or “aristocracy”
rather than “democracy”
but this sounded too kleptomanic
to nutritiously feed integrity
of national health
and personal
and family
and non-elite wealth.

So I had to look up this kleptocracy word
to see if it might be the economist’s view
of the political scientist’s view
of plutocracy.

And, sure enough,
here it is,
right, but feeling very wrong,
on dictionary.com:
“A government or state in which
those in power exploit national resources
and steal”

This sounds familiar
from the Declaration of Independence,
in which the original USA forefathers
informed the British aristocracy
that we are all done
with the stealing of natural and human resources
thing they called “taxes” and “fees”
and the white male property owners
(including slaveowners)
called tribute
and extortion.

Meanwhile I was listening to the Cohen testimony
about some plutocratic kleptocrat
racist extortionist
buying and selling his white privileged way
into our way too WhiteHouse
extolling the unabashed value of WinLose capitalism,
so long as those born into “Win” households
remain unfettered from their colonizing
and extorting
and racist
and homophobic
and xenophobic lack
of any semblance
of traditional Christian virtues
or Islamic virtues,
or Buddhist virtues,
or Taoist virtues,
or Hindu virtues,
or Jewish virtues,
or democratic constitutional well-being
and prosperity virtues.

So, there you go,
I’ve already learned my new word for this plutocratic day
and kleptocratic nightmare.

Who knew?
We have words for everything
someone might ever need
to slice and dice
and serve up,
like food production
to grow less healthy
uncivilized undemocracies.

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Transparency

If I were not a GAY white male
living in the USA,
I wonder if I would have grown my LeftBrain up
to so easily hear
Donald John as Head Pharisee
for privileged religiously-held Nationalism–
a totalitarian fake-idol
substituting fake-patriotic raptures
against sacred polyculturing outcomes
for all multiculturing
underprivileged creolizing
natural agnostic and spiritual religious Cultures.

Susan Werner asks
“If God is good
and God is great,
Why is your heaven so small?”

If USA is good,
right or wrong, and
If USA is patriotically great,
loyal to democratic principles of active healthy cooperation
and therefore morally divine,
Why is your current CEO Pharisee of Privilege
so egotistically small,
so badnews mendaciously tiny,
rather than globally sacred
ecologically Great Transitioning
toward restoring climates of polypathic healthy wealth?

If God’s timeless polyphonic Paradise
is too narrow,
too spiritually elitist,
for those of us naturally and/or spiritually underprivileged
victims of Trumpian Win/Lose privileged Rapture smallness,
then how sure are you
you have never had a queerly unorthodox sensual thought?
A flicker of sacred matriarchal woundedness?
A flash of natural wet warm wombishness?
An addictive glimmer of longing to reassociate
with sacred Virginal MotherEarth?

How sure are you of not preferring
innocent transgender lily love for each NewDawn–
Raptures in and of NonViolent Revolutionary Fields?

If we cannot recover
some active multicultural hope of landing together
in God’s jealously occupied
and punishingly withheld Paradise,
if only to avoid monoculturing risks
of hellfire’s sweeping overpopulated damnation
for timeless eternity
of Here with Decomposing/Recomposing Now,
perhaps it is time to recall
Jesus’s God of Love,
WinWin Grace,
restorative ego-ecological
co-messianic
co-operative SpiritNatures,
secular Ego with sacred Eco ZeroZone
nondually co-arising
rapturous WinWin healing.

Transparent secular/sacred ecopolitical vocations
as eco-ministers reforesting wounded Earth
to heal internal addictions to multiculturing Love.

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Predators

My older sister,
now in her early seventies,
which was about the last time
she enjoyed a new idea,
in the early 70s, possibly earlier,
I would guess…

She moved to white middle-class
Republican Texas,
with aging Texas sized unresolved adolescent issues,
not too long
after dropping out of Bob Jones University,
southern capital of all-white evangelical anti-Christian racism,
which had fallen prey to unfiltered privilege
of Republican Pharisees,
BadNews for all non-white
non-straight
polycultural ecofeminist Aliens,
therefore not authentically heterosexual white Jesus lovers,
or something patriarchal like that.

Anyway,
a few years ago
I let her know
I had recently been invaded,
not by a goodnews Hetero-Revival,
but by HIVirus.

HI!
I’m Positive.
Don’t pass it on.
Keep me to your loser self.

She emailed me back:
How do you feel about your choices
now?

A few years later
a hurricane went through Texas
and her gated community flooded
resulting in new front porch vistas
of alligators or crocodiles
or whatever Texans have down there,

besides angry straight white privileged Republicans
and Johnson Democrats of suspicious color
and green ecopolitical WinWin persuasions,

swimming upstream
hunting for white-meat prey.

I emailed my sister back,
How do you feel
about your choices
now?

Have not yet heard back.

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When We Were Eight

When you were eight years old
waking to another perfect day’s dawn
what potential did you
with your autonomic intuition,
integrity of left deductive
with elder-right languages,
discover?

Who were you
as you stepped into morning’s warm spring sun,
first reminder of school year’s end
and summer’s leisurely recreation
of imagination,
role play expansion,
languishing loved laughter
replacing more challenging team sports
requiring a win-lose assumption,
and visual coordination,
of space with time
invisible to your perception.

What were you doing
lying flat on your stomach
in dutch clovered lawn’s grasses
looking down into a miniature jungle
without rivers,
forest for ants
and their insect tribes
and neighbors
and nations
and cultures,
some with advantages and risks and beauty
of flight,
landing lightly in grass-blade tree tops
as ants pursued more industrial economies
of richly nutritional value below,
sweet crystalline treasures,
jewels for their Aunt Queen’s healthy investment
in embryonic royal vocation
of developing naturally organic time,
endosymbiosis of a new generation
of flying ants,
Bodhisattva Warriors
for polytribal peace
with interminable faith
in our integrity of nature’s ecological justice.

Where was your family-owned business
of incorporating love
with truth and hope for inclusive faith
flexible enough to include boys
vulnerably drawn to other boys’ eyes and skin,
more than girls’ laughter and light heartedness?

How did you invest your perfect humid August days,
breathing Lake Michigan’s thick air,
reading Gone With The Wind
in wonder of such rich diversity
of spirit and ownership,
of integrity and entitled stupidity,
of nobility both within and despite poverty
of mendacity both within and despite superfluously competitive wealth
commodifying even beauty
and power
and nobility
and darkly rich fertile race?

Why did you love this embracing place
of multigenerational space,
your private caressing sangha farm
gardening your bicameral heart and lungs
mind and limbs in love’s familial
yet vegetative and fruit-filled embrace
so that no other place
could ever bring this organic sacred home again,
so that each other space
might ever bring this home regained?

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