May 19, 2019

Gone Girls: The American South’s next Great Migration

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:11 pm

Who knew that America’s Red States would stay so doggedly attached to their jankity old Jim Crow laws? “Nothing to see here, folks. Time to move on.” But apparently that’s never gonna happen. That sort of retro mentality below the Mason-Dixon line should have ended for good after the Great Migration left much of the South without skilled labor and the freedom struggles of the 1960s Civil Rights Movement gave Blacks in the Deep South the courage to stand up for their own rights, right? “No more Jim Crow for us!” they cried.

But apparently Jim Crow isn’t dead in the Ol’ South quite yet.

Apparently Southern radicals just couldn’t bear to leave it like that. “What would Jesus do? He’d look around for another vulnerable group to oppress!” their pastors shouted heretically from the pulpit. And Southern Man, bless his heart, became so bereft of people to look down his nose at that he started searching for yet another defenseless group of victims to feel superior to, stereotype and abuse.

It used to be Black people at the very bottom rung of the socio-economic ladder south of the Mason-Dixon line — but now the new Untouchables in the Cotton Belt are…wait for it…women!

And so now another Great Migration has also begun in the American South. Southern Belles by the hundreds are currently packing up their hoop skirts and contraceptives and moving up to the Blue States.

Pretty soon the new Alabama will become like the new China — resembling those parts of the Flowery Kingdom today where the ratio of men to women is 100 to one, and Chinese wannabee grooms are being forced to buy brides from Thailand, Myanmar and Pakistan. What? Southern men are soon going to be forced to import their brides from Honduras?

Pretty soon we are going to discover that Southern female asylum-seekers have absolutely flooded New York and Chicago. And California will once again become known as a Sanctuary State — but this time for giving refuge to fleeing Steel Magnolias. And Alabama will have to beg President Trump to build them a Wall too — just to keep their Crimson-Tide ladies from rolling away.

May 16, 2019

Blitzkrieg: London, Pearl Harbor, Gaza, Yemen

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 7:28 pm

On the night of September 7, 1940, the Nazi Luftwaffe began a inhumanly murderous bombing blitz on the helpless city of London. For the next eight terror-filled months, death from the skies continued to rain down on heroic British citizens every single night, night after horrific night — and yet the plucky British still managed to keep a stiff upper lip and even go on about their business during daylight hours, each one knowing full well that each day could be their very last.

Archibald Macleish wrote a tribute to Edward R. Murrow, the gutsy American reporter who broadcasted from London to America, on the radio night after night, making the horrors of what the Nazis were doing to London vividly known to the American people. “You have destroyed the superstition that what is done beyond 3000 miles of water is not really done at all,” wrote Macleish.

Night after night, month after month, Winston Churchill and the people of London endured Hitler’s terrible and deadly bombing raids. Americans held their breath. Would the valiant and defenseless Londoners even survive yet another night of these brutal attacks?

But how come the citizens of London during Hitler’s horrific blitz of monstrous destruction are such gritty and stoic heroes — and yet the citizens of Yemen and Gaza are not?

And then there came Pearl Harbor — and Americans suddenly knew first-hand what such horrors were actually like. On just one sunny Sunday morning in lovely Hawaii, 2403 Americans were murdered in cold blood by yet another evil blitzkrieg from the skies. Americans went into paroxysms of indignation and and outrage and grief. “Stop this horror!” they cried.

And yet heroic Yemeni have endured this very same type of nightmare blitzkrieg from the Saudis night after night for years now. And the citizens of Gaza have too. Yet where are America’s modern-day Edward R. Murrows? And where is America’s indignation and outrage and grief for this heinous slaughter? “Oh. Them. They are only Muslims. They can’t be heroes, They can’t feel pain. They don’t count.” And the lethal and cruel bombs that are dropped on Yemen and Gaza each horrific night are not being manufactured and supplied by Tojo or Hitler — but by the good old USA.

That’s just evil, cold-hearted and mean.

And anyone who has ever survived the ruthless attacks on London and Pearl Harbor will have to agree that the people of Yemen and Gaza are being heroic as well — to endure the exact same torture night after night. To quote Edward R. Murrow himself, “How long these people will stand up to this sort of thing I don’t know, but tonight they’re magnificent.”

The very same thing can be said about the heroic men, women and children of Gaza and Yemen. And we Americans? The same thing can be said about us that was said about Hitler and Tojo. Do we really want to be linked with these two evil and greedy colonialist monsters in future history books as well? If not, then perhaps it’s time to pull the plug on our own evil Luftwaffe and our own greedy blitzkrieg on defenseless civilians “beyond 3000 miles away”.

PS: John Bolton is currently acting like he seriously wants to become the next Hermann Goering. Let us just hope that Philadelphia and Charleston don’t also become the next Dresden too — or the next Hiroshima.

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May 8, 2019

Toad venom: They don’t call it the God Molecule for nothing!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 5:19 pm

Many years ago I visited Zacatecas, an old colonial silver-mining town in northern Mexico with lots of historic architecture and stuff. And a strange thing happened to me back in Zacatecas as well. I met a young Mexican man named Vicente who belonged to some unpronounceable Native American tribe up near the US-Mexico border.

I had forgotten all about Vicente and my experiences in Zacatecas until the other day when I found an old wooden box containing my photos from back then. Here is the story of my encounters with Vicente. How could I possibly have forgotten about this!

Vicente was selling small bead-work craft items on the street in front of my guest house when I met him. “I’m on my way to the Feria de San Marcos in Aguascalientes,” he said, “to sell toad venom gathered by mis amigos in the northern desert.” Yuck! “Would you like to try some? It will change your world.”

Change my world? Who could possibly resist such an offer. “Sure.”

You gotta remember that I was a young beatnik back then, it was a different time, LSD was still legal in the United States, there were no iPhones to distract folks with cat videos — and I was pretty much up for anything that might make me spiritual and wise. I inhaled the venom. I passed out cold. I saw visions. I was floating. I became an angel, a goddess. I saw colors and rainbows and stars. I loved this stuff!

I found out later that toad venom is called the “God Molecule” — clearly for a good reason.

That whole experience took about 45 minutes and then I was once again suddenly back on planet Earth — and equipped with the firm realization that my life was going in the right direction, that things were lovely and that I needed to keep up working for Peace on Earth. “Let’s do this again!”

Then there was the second time that I took toad venom. A totally different story altogether. It was like a dress rehearsal for Death. The best way to explain this experience was through the acronym P.A.N.D.A.

First I was physically Paralyzed. Couldn’t move a muscle. Just laid there. My brain was fully engaged but nothing else worked.

Second, I was given the clear realization that I was all Alone in this world. Period. No backup. No friendly friends, no family — just me.

Third, it became crystal-clear that I had No future. “Not even any?” I asked the toad. Nope. None.

Fourth, I was visited by Death itself. And death was a good thing, absolutely nothing to be afraid of. And on the other side of Death there lay a beautiful magical kingdom, Heaven, the Big Rock Candy Mountain, the Pure Land. “Wow!”

And, last, I found myself floating up through the stars, At one with the universe.

A half-hour later, I was back on this planet — and much, much, much wiser. “But Vicente,” I asked. “Isn’t all this exactly what a toad might want me to think — right before it eats me? Paralyzed, alone, with no future, not afraid of Death?”

Vicente just laughed and thought I was cute. He went back on the road to the fair and I went back to the Lower East Side where I was living at the time — feeling both more spiritual and a little bit wiser.

Maybe it’s time that we also gave our current government leaders in Washington some toad venom as well. It could either make them more spiritual and wiser — or else toads might come and eat them up too. P.A.N.D.A. But this would be a fate they totally deserve for being so ugly, greedy and evil — for starting all those endless and stupid “wars” for fun and profit, lying about almost everything and stealing food out of our babies’ mouths. Yep, let’s do it. The God Molecule don’t like ugly!

PS: Things have changed a lot since rmy trip to Zacatecas. No one in America today seems to be even the slightest bit interested in becoming either more spiritual or wiser. And for those of us who do try our best to become more like Christ or Buddha? We have no media megaphone at all — and in fact the screws on us are getting tighter and tighter. All too many of us are ending up in jail just for speaking the truth.

I just heard a talk by an author who, in desperation, had to turn to comic books and graphic novels to get his point across to Americans — that we are being used and abused by the non-spiritual and definitely un-wise dolts in DC who are currently at the top of their wicked pyramid scheme to steal our country’s wealth. The other author on the platform talked about weaving her heroine’s fight against disaster capitalism into her romance novels. Harlequin Romances goes rogue? Apparently so.

Perhaps they should also start making wiser and more spiritual cat videos too!

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May 4, 2019

Chaos Theory: Why we’ve had no new 9-11s since, er, 9-11

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 3:33 pm

Just like we’ve had no new major political assassinations since MLK involuntarily bought the farm in 1968, there’s been no new 9-11 attacks in America since 2001 either. Do you ever ask yourself why? It’s because there’s really no need for bad guys to actually murder good guys in order to create chaos in America any more. Terrorism and assassinations used to create chaos back in the day but now bad guys can simply poison good guys’ lamb chops, plant drugs or call-girls in their hotel suites or help them jump out a window. Gets the job done — with no inconvenient fact-finding commissions involved or citizen-sleuths always screaming “fraud”.

Nowadays bad guys can just simply ruin good guys’ reputations — and it’s far more effective. Just look at Julian Assange. Or the infamous “Dean Scream”. Or Bernie Sanders being called that dread word “Socialist”. The bad guys falsely claim that AOC is nuts and that Omar sympathizes with terrorists. Character assassination? Gets the job done.

And on the level of foreign policy? Same rules apply. Character assassination gets the job done here as well. Just look at the ongoing media crucifixion of Russia — rabidly accused of crimes that the Zionists and Saudis have committed daily for decades (and still do). And how about all those horrible things the media is saying about Syria, Cuba and Venezuela? None of them true. Watching the news today is like watching a freaking telenovela!

Yep, the powers-that-be clearly no longer need to set off “terrorist” bombs or assassinate progressives these days. When they really want to get America’s knickers in a twist, blowing up the Twin Towers has totally become old-school. To create chaos in America today, all the powers-that-be have to do is, er, create chaos.

Encouraging racial bigotry, kidnapping children at the border, fomenting riots over abortion, closing down the government, yelling “Second Amendment Rights” in a crowded theater — any of that shite. And then, BOOM! America is suddenly in chaos — and no tall buildings were even hurt during the filming. Genius! Gotta hand it to them (whoever they are).

These powers-that-be own something like 99% of the media, 99% of America’s wealth and 99% of our propaganda. And they use all this power to mislead, misdirect and misinform. Why do Americans put up with this craziness? Generalized chaos weakens each of us individually. We are no longer a community. It is our Kryptonite. The powers that be know this. “Divide and conquer.” Why the freak don’t we know it too.

The answer? Let’s fight back. The very first step in “tidying up” America’s chaos? Let’s each of us take someone we think is definitely “The Other” out to lunch next week. A homeless guy. A redneck. A bankster, a cop, someone on food stamps, an undocumented alien, a Native, a Black person, an Asian, an oligarch, a Muslim or Christian or Jew, a homosexual, a woman. Whatever it is that you are not. And then listen to their story. And tell them yours too.

We are all Americans. We must all work to prevent the powers-that-be from creating even more chaos — both at home and abroad. In a supposedly-civilized country such as ours, is this really too big of an ask?

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