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Advocating Patriotism for Earthlings

It is not patriotic
to desecrate a flag
or even denigrate a nationalistic anthem
celebrating a war-torn patriotic flag.

Yet is it even anti-patriotic
to refuse to bow to it,
the flag, that is,
to not stand with supremacist intentions
while singing about it
to each other?
And usually rather badly
I might snobbishly add.

And the lyrics?
Well they do not favorably compare
to T.S. Elliot,
especially the one about
how we might sometimes consider
taking the history bending road less traveled.

Pretentious played out WinLose roads
all leading both to and from Rome,
monoculturally agreeing we share a just war right
to train our children
how best to resolve our territorial threats of violence
is further threat of militarizing
and policing
and militia ethno-supremacist violence
against basic civil humane decency
to at least pretend to flirt for an invitation to visit first.

It matters not to me
if overpaid and celebrated athletes
stand or bow
or simply stay comfortably seated
on their well-developed asses
during nationalistic commemorations
that feel to them
as if they are sadly sung as Other;
this is not a patriotic history that has
over-invested in pretending All Hues and Textures Matter
and are equally invited to co-reside,
not even much of a childhood visit
to consider significant investment
in singing praise futures
for civil war-torn flags
flown most flagrantly
at sexist
and racist
and ballistics for better business associations–
which all feels quite anti-democratic
and anti-most of North American voting populations
and anti-most trees and forests,
our nonvoting yet shared-climate populations.

But, hey,
who’s counting patriotically correct positions,
right?

To stand
to bow
to remain seated as self-restraint
against fake historic news
during entire mindless operas
and WinLose ball game operations
celebrating MightMakesRight
means patriotic
right or rather more weakly and humbling wrong.

I do care what
is RightWing undervalued
as the very EarthBound Climate HealthyHeart
of Patriotism,
because what is pathological for planet Earth
cannot be so much sacredly patriotic
for any American nation,
North or South
or that hot creolizing latino/a strip
in-between,
or for any tribe
or species
or branch of nature,
including humane nature-spirits,
body-minds of and for nondual patriotic-matriotic
polypathic maturation,
cooperative regenerativity,
health trends patriotically reconnected
with ecological wealth trends,
to include those nonvoting trees and forests
in our ecopolitical party plans
and full-color invitations to please participate.

If the NFL has earned
a patriotic boycott,
for me this is about
investing in more democratically inclusive
cooperative
nutritious WinWin health-wealth games
and co-ownership exploits
but with more commitment
than mere flirtations
around the edges of Earth flagging worship
and waving trends.

EarthMatriotic patriotism not all about
who stands
who sits
who bows and scrapes
who farts
who crosses hearts
and hopes to die
during any seemingly endless nation’s anthems
and self-congratulatory flag-waving,
as entertaining as this may be
for the younger kids
who didn’t forget their sunscreen.

Even they might prefer cooperative circles
for Hokey Pokey Anthems
full-voiced song
and active healthy dance
more patriotically AllAmerican together.

 

 

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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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The THC Ordinance

I am fairly new to this Norwick community.
If I recall correctly
we have about forty thousand households here
where the Connecticut River
conjoins the Mohegan and Iroquois Rivers;
originally deep rich virgin eco-forest harmonic.

So when I interviewed the Mayor,
I asked him why he wrote
the Norwick THC Family-Friendly Ordinance?
This came from nowhere.
No one from the local Democratic Party Committee
had mentioned we should soon expect to look
in this ecopolitical direction.

“Well,
the more active committee members tend to put their wallets
where their mouths and noses are currently ingesting,
if you follow?”

OK, so you were all in this together
and it didn’t occur to any of you
this might induce a national spotlight?

“No,
we thought the Norwick Ban on Alcohol Sales
to Those Under the Age of SixtyFive
would probably do that.
The THC Family-Friendly Ordinance,
What’s so unusual
about family-friendly ecopolitics?”

Well I think a critical question
from massive media markets
is where is your well researched positive outcome evidence
that THC is more family friendly
than is depressive alcohol?

“Have you tried both?”

Have you?

“OK, we can do this the long way.
If you have done both, and have a family,
then that is your primary evidence.
If you have only done THC,
then you probably wouldn’t have asked that question
and you would be wondering,
as am I,
why this is not well-reported
and academically taught
and therapeutically resourced
and economically developed
in other eco-friendly centers,
like your THC Friendly ego-eco SelfIdentity
of BiCameral Consciousness.
But, if you have only tried alcohol,
then your evidence
may be in damage to your depressed family relationships.
Now imagine only grandpas and grandmas
controlling who gets the booze in family markets,
and who does not
because young fools will drink and drive
when they can’t even balance on a bicycle!
And, if you have tried neither,
then I guess your best evidence
is to come to a Democratic Town Committee Meeting,
over at the Senior Center,
for lunch
and we’ll give ’em both a try,
but consecutively, never simultaneously,
while watching redundant Washington afternoon debates
on immigration
and taxation
and climate health v pathology
and health care giving and receiving
to see and hear what you suspect
they were drinking and not smoking
during their patriotic red meat power lunches.”

No, thanks.
You had me with the first option.

“That so.
So why did you bother to ask?”

Because that’s what I wanted to know?

“You wanted to know why we passed a THC-Friendly ordinance
yet didn’t think this was even controversial
from a public health and safety perspective?”

Well yes,
but I’m also wondering why there wasn’t even any Republican opposition.

“You’re new here,
aren’t you?”

I’ll concede that question.
So how’s it going so far?

“Well,
the police and the courts and lawyers
and maybe even the Emergency Wing
at the hospital,
and the ambulance drivers and EMTs
are feelin’ kinda bored and left behind.
Playin’ a lot of cards
and not generating the fees and fines
and insurance reimbursements
and fake non-profit donations
to the Punishing Chambers of Political Commerce.”

That doesn’t sound encouraging.

“On the other hand
the Senior Centers are filled with smokey stories about,
well…
it’s often difficult to say,
but certainly happy about WinWin nutritional outcomes,
so we don’t worry a whole lot
about the synergetic details.”

Anyone else doing better?

“Mainly the poor and suffering,
single-parent low-income households,
homeless and hungry and at-risk
building cooperatively-owned residences
and salvage
and entertainment
and renewable energy industries,
producing song and dance and rhythm
and story telling
and creation parable swelling
street opera sectors
of and for ecopolitical cooperative outcomes.
These are all deeper and wider and probably higher
than healthcare giving and receiving
prior to unanimous Town Council passage.”

So what are your thoughts
about the remaining under-employed,
restorative justice now overwhelming retributive justice,
for our medical and legal pathologist depression problems?

“We were thinking of Anger Management
ego-eco therapeutic classes
through Left and Right
as Yang and Yin
co-arising glasses.”

I worry I may know what that means.

“The reforesting police are supervising and supporting
growth of neighborhood permacultural parks and gardens.
They are also hosting organic interior and exterior wu-wei design classes,
for optimizing both ego and ecotherapies,
yoga and chi gong classes too,
some held at the schools,
from preschool through Norwick High,
and our community college and the technical high school,
and some of the Sabbath and Sunday Schools.
We now have an herbalist division
over at the hospital
that seems to pick up the slack
for their Emergency staff.
And the ambulances transport more plants than people,
seeds,
small fruit trees
for our edible reforesting projects.
It’s called finding the economic cooperative WinWin solution
within the politically bicameral competing Either/Or problem.”

How do these outcomes look for replication elsewhere?

“That would be a better question to ask elsewhere.”

So that’s how you want to end this interview,
with criticizing my culminating question?

“Sorry.
That is an excellent question,
not that you asked for my opinion,
but one I cannot answer
as I am not elsewhere
at the moment.”

Anything else I should have asked?

“Do I really want to write about
why the Mayor wrote
this Norwick THC-Friendly Ordinance?”

Oh, I did ask that question.

“And what did you hear?”

Maybe yes, LeftYang patriarchal;
Maybe notnot doublebinding no
to Lose wealth now
and Lose health later
Right matriarchal Yin.

“Hmmm…
Just enough to restore more vulnerable Tipping Points
of re-acclimating faith
in MotherEarth’s original Green Estates
for reforesting THC-DNA-RNA extended family friendly fractal alliances.”

Couldn’t have written it better myself.

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UnPublished Thoughts

Darling?

Yes dear.

Have you ever had an unpublished thought?

What does that mean?
Is this about my profligate tendencies?
Of course
You know perfectly well I’ve never been published.

No, I mean
Have you ever had a thought
that included the thought
that maybe you need not actually say it
out loud?
or even whisper it to yourself?
Whether there are other ears to eagerly listen in
or not.

No,
why would anyone think that?

Oh, I don’t know.
Maybe so those around you
would have more time and space to think
their own unpublished thoughts?

Not to change the subject,
but I have a more interesting question for you.
Have you ever had an unpublishable thought?

Oh my yes!
All my favorites.

So what would make your favorites
without value for promulgation?

If you have to ask
then I know you could not afford to buy them.

I have no idea what that even means.
Maybe an example.
What would be a favorite thought
you have never shared with anyone?

How lovely it would be
if you had more unpublished thoughts.

I’m not sure what to say.

No.
But that didn’t stop you from saying something
did it?

Is this about me thinking out loud too much?

Maybe.
But I’m sure it’s about not listening enough.

To you?

Maybe,
but certainly not listening enough to yourself.

Well that’s how I listen to myself,
by talking to myself,
or whispering, maybe, sometimes.

So then, yes,
I guess it’s about not listening enough to the silence
of my favorite unpublishable thoughts and feelings.

That sounds deeply provocative.

Only if you listen right.
Is that a silencer in your pocket?

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You’re Fired

I’m sorry to have to tell you,
but we’re laying you off,
effective immediately.
But, please don’t feel too badly about this.
It’s nothing personal.

It feels personal,
maybe because I’m the person
you’re downsizing without.

But it’s not personal;
it’s just a budget problem–
insufficient revenue.

Which I am being invited to resolve
in an exclusively personal kind of way.
I can see why you prefer to keep the personal
separate from political,
and political power and authority and responsibility
separate from economic choices,
and economic goals
separate from ecological health,
yet I find little wisdom
in these dichotomies,
too conveniently walled off
away from each other.

I’m sorry you feel that way.

I’m not.
I’ve worked hard
to see EarthTribe this global patriotic-matriotic way.

There is no hidden agenda here.
No disparagement of your performance,
or character.
This is not personal or political;
it’s just a financial necessity
for you to pack up your personal items,
if any,
and head out the front door
with your head up,
personally and politically,
but not economically.
Not here and not today anyway.

See, I told you it’s personal,
and political.

Point taken.
Goodbye.
Don’t let the door hit you…

On my way out.
Yes, I know.
Thanks for nothing.

Why are you choosing to be bitter
about a loss not intended as punishment?
Why does this overshadow
all the years
your political and economic relationships
worked cooperatively together here?

Frankly?

By all means.

I think our cooperative corporate personhood’s
political and economic returns
would be better served
if this economic knife were at your throat,
rather than mine.

Now see, that’s why I’m letting you go.
Never trusted you.

So this is both personal and political,
as well as economic,
all to better serve your egocentric ZeroZone.
Not so much about what’s best
for our cooperatively-owned corporate personhood.

I don’t see the difference.

And that is among your outstanding issues.
You don’t see enough difference
between your egocentric and Earth’s eco-centric balance,
yet you build walls too deep and wide and high
between what is personally healthy v pathological
an what is politically healthy
and what remains of economically cooperative investment
in Big Picture ecological health care giving
and receiving
of and for WinWin ecopolitical healthy wealth optimization.

Are you still talking?

Yes,
still talking about our cooperative business planning incapacities,
but,
unlike some people,
I can talk with both sides of my mouth
and walk in the same direction
at the same time.

As long as your direction is cooperatively out the front door,
the way you first came in.

Actually, I first came in through the back door closet.
Your front door was accessible to straight white males only.

Oh, right.
The good ole boys days.

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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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The EgoTherapist Session

Have you been hearing voices again?

Still, yes.
No new ones, though,
since the Voice Against Death Investment.

So you’re still hearing from the Forest Voices
which are actually more of a rhythm and blues chorus
made up of 4-part harmonic Tree Voices
for HealthWealthy Root Systems.

Yes, that chorus forest
remains largely Yang dominant for me,
but the Yin still small sacred Voice Of and For EcoPolitical Ego/EcoMetric Harmonic-Crystal-Fractal Patriarchal/Matriarchal Balance string of capitalized
regenerating adjectives as adverbs
continues reweaving
through my wavering
Right recessive mind.

Yes, I recall from last session,
the forest chorus Yang
singing the sacred octaves for ecofeminist reforestry design,
using yin-squared
as equivalent with c-squared
and Eulerian prime relational function
as fractal bilateral RealTime consciousness.
That all comes blearishly back toward bicameral mind
from far too many past dream journal entries.
But, again,
are all these diverse voices still aware of each other?

Are you asking
am I polypathically (0)-Soul eco-conscious
that these Voices all share one dialectal
regenerative
health v pathology
full spectral WinWin and WinLose and LoseLose
MidWay PolyCultural Interpretation of History?

I might.
And I most certainly do mean to ask again,
Do all these Voices remain known among themselves
as yourself?

Yes, they know we are also one and the same Voice,
like integrity reversed through decompositional segregation,
antipathies watched throughout chronic separation,
active distrusts revisited
before and with imagined trusted facts
of alternative dipolar Voices
speaking both patriarchal and matriarchal balanced historic ecosystems
of TaoTime,
(0)-Sum WinWin.

Do you all speak with ego/eco-conscious harmonic integrity?
All intending polyculturally healthy EarthVoiced Outcomes?

Yes, I actively hope
that’s what we polypathically mean
together,
better than competitively and reductively apart.

Then you are each and all singing and dancing for reforesting Earth together?

Yes,
usually in 4/4 (0)-Soul bilateral octave colored time,
double-bind fractal torus sounds and resonant shapes
of reiterative rhythm
all our times robustly romantic together.
I mean,
for us,
me,
that’s all RealTime could become
completely together,
rather than falling apart.

You sound excited about this harmony,
in a sort of scary manic way.

Well
if manic turns to panic
I’ll get back to you.
Otherwise,
I think we’re done here.

But,
I thought we were just getting to what your Voices are actually saying.
It has taken us three years
just to give your Voices names
and understand which are older
and which newer,
and which louder and sometimes softer
and both,
and perhaps why they speak and squeak in diverse colors.

Now who’s getting excited?
But, yes, well that’s what all my Voices speak of,
LeftBrain newer YangDominant
with Elder RightBrain YinYin-squared
is equivalent to WinWin 4D SpaceTime
BiLateral EcoSystemic Theory
of Original Prime Relational
(0)-Soul Intent.

How do you sleep at night
with all that metric racket?

Oh, that’s easy.
The stars ring lullabies of light.

What about when its cloudy
or smoggy
or foggy
or just kind of boggy?

Starlight can still be overheard
through dualdark nights.

Of course,
apparently my RightBrain knew that,
or felt it
or went aptic about wu-wei waves
of bionic-ergodic reiterative communications,
positive Yang as also not(not Poly-MultiYin)
therapeutically paradigmatic.

I thought you were supposed to be
an ecotherapist.

I thought you were hoping to become
less of an egocentric smart-ass.

Oh great,
so now you’ve stooped to name-calling.
How much is that going to cost me?

It depends on whether you enjoy it or not.

Which is less?

I really should therapeutically charge more for abuse and neglect.

OK, then,
all my Forest Chorus enjoyed
this time invested,
which,
unfortunately,
we will never get back again
for better regenerative singing and dancing.

And drumming.
Didn’t you say you enjoy drumming?

Yes, and strumming
and humming.

So you’re good with the cooperative mings,
its just competing isms
your Chorus Forest has issues with?

Not sure.
We’ll have to (0)Sum
our 2020 ReVision Voices
on your ming and isms question.
Maybe next session?

Yes, let’s pick it up from there,
or here,
or wherever we are now and then.

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Ms. Liska

When I was a FreshPerson in a new higher school,
our English Literature class was delighted
to meet a new to our rural area Ms. Liska,
who was a beautiful teacher
both outside
and in,
and so we all loved her,
and knew she loved us as well,
although sometimes not happy with one or another
due to smart-ass behavior.

One day,
for reasons we could not imagine at the time,
nor would I remember in this rhyme
of metaphysical reasons for living
and dying,
Ms. Liska
asked if any of us had heard of Marcus Aurelius.

Whom I happened to be reading at the time.
So I was, as I recall,
surprised to see only my hand up
because I had probably just volunteered
to display my FreshPerson ignorance.

She did in fact go there
and ask just whom I thought Aurelius was,
which seemed to me
to be
a Roman Emperor
who was also a published Stoic philosopher.

And so it seemed to Ms. Liska as well
so why not dig the Stoic grinding ax some deeper?
And what is Stoicism?

Now definitions
are not my strength,
I’m more of a delineating guy.
So I thought a Roman Stoic
might be like a British Churchill,
keeping a stiff upper lip
having looked at all our deadly facts
and blundering on anyway
with this mysterious life of stoicism.

Of course Ms. Liska
would not allow stoicism to rear its obstinate head
within its own stubborn definition
so she kindly invited me to try again,
not because I was wrong,
she quickly added,
but because I could become even more right.

Marcus Aurelius reminds us
if life is indeed a bed of roses
then we should expect some deadly thorns
along life’s thunderous way.

He invites us to embrace our birthday
by remembering
this celebration is paid back
with an ultimate death day,
as what grows up must also fade down
and back.
It’s a package deal.
Accepting this package as gift
in its life and death polarities
is a stoic thing to do,
and a delusional thing
not to do,
a Greek act of hubris;
not very Roman patriotic,
not stoically realistic.

Ms. Liska found this better
than my stoic thorns
along life’s bed of dying roses way.
But,
then we skipped along to something else
and I never did have my time
to ask her what she thought
about similarities and differences
between who has authority to induce life
and whom might, then,
find responsibility for deducting my life,
any life,
humanely compassionate
or more stoically otherwise,
like a hungry Roman Emperor
or voracious bear.

For it seemed to me
quite transparently true
that in accepting my right to live
and do the best I could
to stoically tolerate
everybody else’s own acceptance of their right to live
and do the stoic best we can
with life’s inevitable ups and downs,
then we must agree with our inherited justice system,
and to live within a just war view of stoic death
is also an unjustified view of my authority to live responsibly.

I was no more authoritative
and remain no less responsible
for causing my own stoic life to begin
than to end my own life,
much less anyone else’s,
or to delegate authority
to some tired State
to do this for me.

I think Marcus Aurelius
was more stoically comfortable
with society’s right
to invite
each person who has taken a life
to become responsible enough
to consider choosing their own death
within a wider ecological context
of restorative justice.

But, just, fair, equitable restoration of a life
irresponsibly taken
does not in any way,
not even a stoic way,
suggest society’s collective right
to irresponsibly take yet another life
now lived across a threshold
of authority
beyond which we cannot responsibly live
cooperatively together.

In choosing to kill,
in choosing to sanction acts of deadly violence,
in choosing to maim and harm,
in choosing deadly and imprisoning revenge,
we stoically choose our own death day
with no more or less authority and responsibility
than for our own birthday,
and each day that follows
between life’s roses
and deadly shaming blaming thorns,
between integrity
and separations
devoid of restorative justice opportunity,
further WinWins
for each and all EarthTribe.

It is difficult to teach how to stoically fall on one’s own responsible sword
when raised in a military-industriously violent society
determined to competitively invest millions of dollars
in deadening revenge
rather than enlivening sacred invitations
to more stoic restorative justice,
celebrating life feeds life birthdays
and eulogizing death breeds death days
lost in mythic pasts
when we first sacrificed virgin children
to a drought-inducing
Vengeance is Mine
SunGod,
even before Holy Roman Empires.

Justice as revenge
assumes our competitive choices
are between brands of death,
while restorative justice,
more stoically balanced,
presumes if we did not first, more primally,
have cooperative choices between brands of life,
then branding and marketing justified death
would remain an ecological and historical moot point
of LoseLose vengeful nihilism.

And so I continued in my smart-ass ways,
wondering what Ms. Liska would think
about balancing our right to life
with fight against condoning death
except where stoically chosen.

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MotherEarth’s RealTime Stories

Studying history
tries to be objectively subjective,
at its best,
when also a comparative study of Sacred Plantings and Harvests.

Not a coincidence,
unfortunately,
that when I studied Christian Church history,
we discovered a not-so-very-catholic co-arising GreatMen picture story
of historic and theological harvest,
but not necessarily ecological
because more anthropocentric objectives of Earth’s history.

Yet studying historic development of SkyWoman-resourced Turtle Island
is still largely confined to specialists
in EcoFeminist EcoPolitical Ancient History
of WhoCares Sacred Plantings and Harvests,
still RightBrain Yin-nurture oppression,
suppression,
within this objective-subjective
How to best deep learn ecopolitical history
of Earth’s sciences
and cultural GreatMen and SacredGoddess religions
and all things patriarchal-matriarchal enculturing
Left with Right
Yang with Yin, and not so much Yang v poor little dualdark Yin,
counter-balancing in-between
Tipping Points of Sacred plantings and Harvest Networks,
CoOperative Investments and EarthTribe’s ReInvestments
in (0)-Sum/Soul Sacred Seven ReGenerations
of MatriarchalEarth
historically studying objective-subjective
CoOperative BiCameral Tao-Networks.

In this alternative Left with Right ecofeminist universe,
it is immediately transparent
to all five co-empathic senses
why Donald Trump
would be much more GreatMen entertaining,
rather than PathologicalMan alarming,
as a Public CrossDresser,
trying to walk in his wife’s heels,
right behind her,
neither too left nor right,
where he belongs
if he knows what’s best for him
tonight.

And,
while I totally get it about not drinking alcohol,
I really do think Medical Marijuana
should be deeply and widely prescribed
within the District of Columbia
in response to our current epidemic
of Yang v Yin Oppositional Disorder.
Maybe we could at least cooperatively agree
on a health and climate care for
Sacred Plantings and Harvest
ego/ecobalancing budget.

And maybe think about
how our melting icecap and glacier issues
may be both related and unrelated to
12 foot reptiles hunting vulnerable prey on MainStreet Houston,
which seems not so good for national health care
or defense
or security,
or even anything resembling GreatMen rationality.

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The Song and Dance Application

I’d like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we’re only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see it more as a patriotic protection of your health care rights
for Free Song and Dance Improvement
instead.

So we can sing ballads
to Adolf Hitler
and Royal Elitist Head MucketyMucks
of the Only White Lives MightMatter Makes RightWing KKK,
we just can’t say them.

That’s right.
And you get extra points for at least four-part harmony
and full orchestration,
and professional choreography,
and community participation
regardless of age, gender, race, religion, etc.

Well, that feels a little prejudiced
and elitist.

How so?

What if you can’t afford a choreographer,
much less an entire orchestra.

Then your budget narrative will note
your capacity to sing and dance is contingent
on receiving sufficient community volunteers
for your harmonic protest Event.

This Event
begins to resound
with echoes of a Happening.

Only if you are a TransMillennial.

No, I’m a RightWing reaction against anything Trans,
or Poly
or Multi.

Sorry, sir.
TransMillennials are those born prior to 2000
and who remain planning to die
in this current PostMillennial Event.
I’m merely saying
you appear to be older than 17,
which you would need to be
to apply to sponsor a Mall Song and Dance Event.

Well, is there an application fee?

No.
There is, however, a sliding-fee-scale permit fee,
should your application ever have a chance of being successful.
But I have to tell you,
these Washington Mall slots are very competitive,
especially if you want something more than an hour,
and not in the middle of the night.
Then your only real competition
are the other vampire and costume clubs
and the witches covens,
depending on the lunar cycle.
I mean,
you can forget about any FullMoon
or NewMoon
or Equinox
within the next decade.

Wow!
I was just trying to put together
a nice old fashioned good ol’ boys
AltRight
armed to the teeth
militia march
while chanting a few really offensive fascist slogans.

Well, funny thing,
it was just that kind of protest march
that led all these churches
and synagogues
and Eastern temples
and even the StoryTellers group from the mosques
sponsoring these FlashMob Events.

When I was checking out the Mall
to see where to put the stage,
suddenly all these people I thought were tourists
and just pedestrians
and all the people in the cars and buses going by,
and the frisbee players,
and even some of the dogs,
all froze in place for a moment,
then began dancing,
then singing that annoying We Shall Overcome gospel anthem,
like I had just walked onto a movie set.
Although no lights and big cameras.

Yes.
Today’s Event received extra points
for community participation.
The District of Columbia FlashMob Combined Gospel Choir
joined up with the local street dancers and choreographers,
and the drummers,
of various cultural backgrounds,
and usually books the Mall on weekends for full two day events.
Most of the time
they practice harmonies and choreography,
and encourage people gathering to watch
to join in,
whether they can stay until the final run through of the day,
or not,
when cameras are digitally ubiquitous.
In fact,
often cell phones are part of the dance,
for lights and multiple viewing perspectives on social media sites.

Then they do a final run through about four or five PM,
then everybody goes home
or maybe they’ll have a picnic
if the band or orchestra or drummers
can stay into the evening.
They might even have an open stage night
for singers and dancers
and those Creation StoryTellers
from the mosques.

I’m having trouble seeing our RightWing message
in this Song and Dance frame.

There are less competitive venues
but most state capitols
are seeing this same cooperative community response
to these all day multicultural NonFlash Mobbing Events.
It’s sort of like America’s Got Talent
went RealTime coast to coast
in a capitol, or even a County Seat, near you.

Well, I need a permit for a counter-protest.

You will need to include your song and dance plan
and budget with your application,
and your plan has to be coordinated with any group already issued a permit
for the Mall
on the day
and time
you propose to counter.

Would that look like some kind of large-set talent contest?

It could.
But, when the District Multicultural Choir
and Drummers
and Street Performers
and Orchestra
respond to your challenge,
just know they usually turn out
somewhere up toward two million singers and dancers,
and it would be more
if we had the space and toilets.

Last year they accepted a challenge
from a national supremacist group ironically named
the RightWing Goliaths.
That was a big national media Song and Dance Event
in which the Goliaths moved and sounded…
well…
not very cooperative
seemed to be the national patriotic consensus,
while the District MultiCultural Singers and Dancers
were totally awesome!
In fact,
by the end of the Goliath’s first song,
the MultiCulturals were adding in their four-part LaLaLa’s
and OoohOoohOooh’s,
then the African Drummers joined in
so the RightWing message was out-scaled
into an awkward hiccuping sound
very much in the background,
and I’m being generous.

Anyway, application forms are on-line.
You’ll find our cooperative community inclusion guidelines,
budget requirements,
and forms you can use to invite community volunteers to join in.
Family friendly plans also receive extra points
so you might want to leave your firearms
and reckless drivers at home.

This still feels like a violation of my Right
to be a White Supremacist
or even just a somewhat paranoid Hater
and shout about my embarrassingly personal issues in public.

As long as you can sing and dance your message
you are welcome to apply for a Permit.
I’m merely letting you know
we have far more applications
than space and time already.
So this revision in our postmillennial permitting process
protects my right not to hear your monocultural pedestrian chanting
and strutting of RightWing racist
and sexist bullshit,
because all I can ever hear
is that District MultiCultural Choir
and their Dancing and Drumming Allies
singing more ProAmerica
and ProEarth
GoodNews gospel Events.

It’s a tough job,
but somebody has to be the permit-issuer,
and decide which messages deserve extra points
for harmony
and choreography
and family friendly love
through each and every venue
of NonFlash Mobbing
with positive WinWin cooperative
song and dance intent.

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