Is This Our America?

I've been following the case of attorney Richard l. Fine. Fine was jailed on contempt indefinitely without bail or hearing. I'm not an expert on these things but apparently this is allowed in our "Free" Country

There is nothing in the news on this case. It's like its embargoed

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Thanksgiving For Our Nature of Good/Godness

I am a truly blessed individual. I have birthed four healthy, happy children with whom I have wonderful relationships. Life has presented its challenges but as my father said to me before he died,” You are a strong woman. Most people who have gone through what you have would have become drug addicts, criminals, killed someone or killed themselves but you are still standing strong with your L-seven behind.” He always called me an L-Seven, a square because of my passion for truth and justice.

This Thanksgiving I am exceptionally grateful. I think I understand what my Father meant. He was a police officer and he spent a great deal of time with the lower elements. His parties would be filled with the biggest politicians and the biggest drug dealers. He tried to teach me to be more suspicious but my faith has lifted me and allowed me to prosper in the midst of the Lions den

So today I make intercessory prayer for the addicts and criminals who have not been so favored by God. No matter how they search; no matter how they appear to prosper; no matter what successes the world brings them, they are the unfortunate ones born into a nature of weakness. Yes, they will come into many of our lives and wreak havoc, they may be members of our own family.

My experience has taught me that they cannot be reformed; they cannot be healed; they cannot change. We must build our fences to protect ourselves form them because they gravitate in the churches where they seek out the innocent and trusting to make them their victims.

This is one of the consequences of progress. In earlier cultures when one of these were found in the midst of a community a party was held to celebrate them and then push them over a cliff so that their genes could not even proliferate to the next generation.

In today’s world this 4% of the population self selects to work in the professions of law, politics and finance. These are the professions where our global societies have suffered the greatest harm because of the infiltration of freaks of nature.

So for today, lets thank God for our nature of goodness and pray for those few who were not as fortunate. Pray that they will be delivered from their painful existence. For they cannot experience love or creation. They only have the capacity to destroy and conquer. Let us pray for the salvation of their souls .

I am the Revolution

I staged my first revolution when I was nine years old. I was tall for my age but still had been nicknamed chicken legs and bag of bones. The oppressor state was my mother. We were about the same height but she more than doubled me in weight. And her arsenal of weaponry included extension cords, belts even hair brushes. I can't say what if that was normal for the day. It was normal at my house. I was a straight "A" student,with an IQ of 167 and had already been asked to skip two grades. My mother wouldn't allow it.

My mother often said that she could never punish me by telling me to stay inside or go to my room because I always preferred being by there and was rarely found anywhere else. In my bedroom, which I had been allowed to paint and wall paper and decorate and redecorate as often as my small allowance could afford, I copied the paintings of the masters. I read the World Book Encyclopedia from cover to cover of every volume my mother had been able to afford.

Yet, despite my penchant for the reclusive, there would always come some disobedience I had committed and for which I was required to remove my clothes and lie down and silently endure a whuppin'. I suppose that was a step up from when I was three or four years old and she would shove me over and squeeze my head between her knees and beat my bare bottom while I screamed and suffocated inside her polyester night dresses. In first grade someone had noticed my bruises and my mother was questioned. She obviously gave the right answers because nothing was ever mentioned again,

I begged my estranged father to take me away, to take custody of me. And he has said yes. I remember dressing up for one of the few times that he actually "showed up" instead of "standing me up for a visit." It was our secret. He was taking me to see "somebody" who would "fix" everything. I remember sitting alone in the big office filled with wall to wall shelves of books and a couch that even as tall as I was, nearly enveloped me. My father went in to talk to Alderman Vrodolyak.

When my dad came out he said, "Ok are you sure you want to do this?" I nodded my head vigorously. He told me to go in and tell Mr Vrodolyak that I did not want to live with my mom anymore. I jumped up from the couch anxious to be free. And just before I got to the door he said, once you do this your mother is going to be very angry, you won't be able to go back to live with her and you can't live with me."

I stopped, stunned. Where would I live? With my grandmother? I already did that from time to time. But my mother would demand my return. My heart stopped I felt in that moment that I could not ever trust anyone to love me or take are of me. I changed my mind. There seemed no point in going in. I told him that I didn't want to go and he took me home and we never spoke of it again. Unbeknownst to me something had changed in me.

On the next occasion that I was to be punished and again required to remove my clothing and lay down and silently take it lest my crying provoke even harder strikes and the provocation, "Shut up or I'll give you something to cry about" I refused to submit.

My mother stood across the room from me, belt in her thick hands. "Toni, I told you to lay down"

I didn't move. She walked toward me and I grabbed a bottle and broke it on a counter top. I brandished it daring her to approach. We lived in a ranch house on the south side of Chicago. There were three bedrooms on one side of the house and a living room, dining room and kitchen on the other side. There was a hallway with entrances to the other side of the house off the living room and off the kitchen. The door to the basement and back yard was at the back of the house off my bedroom and the kitchen. You could run circles in that house. She rushed me and I ran. She chased me and I ran around and around and down into the basement.

She followed me downstairs. She stood staring breathlessly at me. We were at a standoff. "Toni, have you lost your mind?" I think I had found it, but I didn't answer. I just kept brandishing the bottle. She looked at little me. She thought about it. She laughed to herself. Clearly she could take me if she wanted to. But clearly I was going to put up a fight and someone was going to get cut up pretty badly from that broken bottle.

She nodded her head "Alright miss lady, you think you're grown, hmmm hmm" I stood there only thinking that I was not going to lie down. That's all I knew. I waited for the attack. Each second seemed to drag on as we stared each other down alone in the underground room.

She backed down, backed off went upstairs and let me be. I stayed awake all night holding that bottle crying ,worrying, knowing whatever she would do next would probably be worse than anything I could imagine. But that night I didnt back down.

And she never asked me to lay down for a whupping again. From then on it was just kicks and punches. But the revolution had happened. I had refused to submit, to cooperate with being beaten. And though she still beat me, I was no longer complicit in my own abuse.

Today as I fight corruption in the legal system and the in the government, I am even more outnumbered and outgunned. But the victory is in my refusal to lay down and die because someone's foot is on my neck. I will kick and struggle and resist with every last breath that is within me. I will not lay down for my oppressors even when I must stand alone. The revolution is in me.