Empire

Empire, as we all know, is created by the destruction of peoples, especially indigenous peoples, by a colonizing force that is there to steal the resources to continue to feed and build their empire. That is what the United States IS. In order to create this horrible monstrosity and maintain its FORCE, it has to continue to seek out the resources of other nations in order to support itself. It does this through genocidal wars which they obviously can no longer win (see Iraq). They do this through complicity in many forms of genocide around the world. They poison many parts of the earth. The use control via the enacting of fear against other nations in order to maintain the current status quo. There are many horrific tools in their tool box that they use and will continue to use. It's fucking insane.

No one on this blog is talking about the war with Iran. There WILL BE a war with Iran. I showed photographs of some of the people Dick and George will murder to steal the wealth from the Iranian nation. No one has said a thing, no one will say a thing, no one will do a thing. That is why I look at the faces in those photographs and I see the faces of the dead. They are already dead. Like Indians. They will become just like the Indians.

I pray the empire will collapse before this happens, but am pretty much sure that this genocidal effort will bring about the collapse instead of the collapse happening prior and preventing the genocide of the Iranians via Dick and George. I can't stop this. I can't enocurage the right or wrong folks to stop this. It will happen, and I am sickened and sad and work hard on not going insane. I not only feel useless, I am powerfully aware of the fact that I am, indeed, useless in stopping this or anything empire sets its genocidal sights on doing. It is so hard not to go insane.

One of the few things I do to prevent me from going insane is write. Another is I have started taking photographs.

Photography is interesting to me. My memory has been going lately. I believe it is because of my work schedule and never getting enough sleep. Oh well! Ain't like folks are trying to drop bombs on my head or raping and killing my folks...at the moment.

Since my memory is not as good as it used to be, I find photography interesting. It extends the memory of a certain event, or the existence of an object. The photos of the Iranians previously posted will extend the memory of the existence of these people even though Dick and George will be murdering them soon. We all will know they did indeed exist and have life with them, at least for a brief moment of history.

As permanent as photography seems to be, I know that it is indeed impermanent. It is like the photos and markers of history on the walls of the folks in the 9th Ward in Louisiana. The U.S. is attempting to erase their memories in order to steal what those folks had, their land. I understand that even though a photograph seems to make a memory permanent, the memory itself will always be permanent, the marker, the photograph, will not. My memory being slow these days, I enjoy extending this memory and offering it to other folks. Things you don't think of when driving by in your car at 55 or watching television. Things you just don't think of during your work day when you are simply wishing to go home and have your day over with. It is something you may not see otherwise. It may be something you consider insignificant, but to me...it's magical. It is a different perspective on seeing the world. Combine a photo with a few words, and you don't just show a moment in time at somewhere in time, but you create an idea.

I am aware that the technology that allows me to share these things with you has been created by empire, by stealing the resources of other folks so I can write to you on this blog and take photos for you to share. Sometimes, this knowledge is a little overwhelming, but I refuse to let it stop me from doing something. I refuse to let it stop me from planting seeds in your hearts and minds that this shit simply has just got to stop and each and everyone of you has to do what they can to stop it.

Oddly, I am also very greatful and happy to be alive in these times, alive at the end of one of the most horrific empires EVER. It is great to get to know people I would not have had the opportunity otherwise. There are many fantastic and wonderful folks in this world. There is much Beauty in this crazy and insane world.

So, here is a bit of beauty I see in this neighborhood, with a few words to create an idea.

Blonde Rasta Sunflower
Without a Joint



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