Dear President Barack Obama and Congress:

With all due respect President Barack Obama we demand that you mandate fixing of educational standards and end the educational money-pit,  encourage the formation of a Black Defense League. prompt the Department of Justice to look into the 11% of cases of inmates they have said shouldn’t be incarcerated, investigate and reverse every racially biased law, revamp America’s legal sand prison system and give reparations to slave descendants that only applies to the 1st two years of college.

We also request that you revive the truth in advertising laws, stop the advertising of drugs and alcohol on television and cable, stop the advertising of adult and sexual themes on children’s networks, stop using war and conflicts as a jobs bills, stop giving South America and drug cartels 200 billion per year, stop giving all other countries billions of dollars yearly to be our ally, pull our troops out of 162 countries, close the border and regulate it, reform immigration policies, and change US foreign policy.

We implore Congress incentivize corporations to build in Africa not take its natural resources, decrease the importance of the Stock Market, end Matching Funds, reform election rules (including those of broadcast stations), float the idea of creating multiple viable political parties, stop drilling for oil off the coast, let Detroit automakers go bankrupt, mandate females to register for selective service, pull embassies out of countries that don’t like us, stop building nations and reallocate forces to rebuild bridges, roads and schools in America.

We request that you ensure that All laws are equal, stop absurd differing age regulations due to state, end baseball antitrust exemption, leave Cuba alone, stop funding Mexican drug cartels, tax companies that outsource, change the tax code, require that all companies that do business in America pay a minimum wage to workers in other countries, legalize marijuana, ban guns (which contrary to popular belief is entirely possible and legal), reduce the size of the military, ban lobbying and encourage companies to release the cures for human conditions instead of merely maintaining conditions for profit.

Yes the president isn’t God an the Government can’t do everything for us. Most of these things listed were allowed and pushed by president and government, so this is were we Americans begin negotiations. Of course we could keep slowly rolling along with the same movements, but we are in unprecedented territory and now is the time for us to be unprecedented! We have to let go of of the old, the outdated, anything else is unacceptable.

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Deaf ears, and blind eyes makes one complicit.

It was ’92 when the riots jumped off, they had a National Guard troop on every corner.

That was when I first became interested in the military.

That and the fact that I needed money so I enlisted in the Navy.

I was in the middle of the nothing serving my country when September 11th happened,

it was as if I was being attacked.

I reenlisted and since we were undermanned I was promoted to officer quickly,

but millions have been killed, markets have collapsed, countries have been occupied,

everybody is scared, and we have launched attacks into several other countries

to kill one 6’4″ diabetic Arabic man who was in a cave somewhere.

He always seems to have a charged video camera.

You know how many Americans after the attacks happened went about their business

and just had A Bowl of Corn Flakes?

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Cazz– Being monogamous is harder than given up weed. If you have a man or woman who is with just you, then you should celebrate, cherish, and nurture that shit. I got married because I was in love. We were both in the military. I was young and it was the first time I really gave my all in any relationship. We used to look into each others eyes and talk about how much we loved each other.

Princess– How sweet…

Cazz– But then I was Hated on from the inside. She was pregnant so they sent her stateside, to the barracks and I was floating in the gulf. My daughter was like a breath of fresh air. I can’t lie there is something about marriage that is calming. I felt secure. Then she got pregnant with our second daughter. It’s funny, you know, we had this plan to save money buy a house, run a daycare or something, you know– the new American Dream. So I am working the plan, sending the money home because my time is starting to get short, but when my tour was over I found out that she was the one not sticking to the plan.

It’s a cold thing when you can’t let your wife go to the store by herself  because she a slut! You can’t imagine the strangeness you feel, being with someone everyday, but you are still alone. And before you can catch your breath all the bank accounts are dried up, the truck is repossessed and she is pregnant with another officers’ baby. Now everything is always your fault, so you’ve got to divorce her, but the she uses all of the shit she knows about you to hurt you. So now you can’t be happy because you ain’t never been hated– on until you’ve been hated on from the inside.

MG Hardie

Safe

If we are safe why are we still at war?

Why do we still have all these alerts?

Like you gon’ win that way.

What if they refuse to change their thinking?

What are we gonna do when the devices we are looking for is the person?

Shit I’m A Veteran.

Most of the people who say shit like “we are safe”, ain’t never had to stand on a wall,

hold a hill,

advance on a beach,

or protect the public.

War is stressful.

Do you for one minute really believe that a country that survives by conquest,

a nation whose national language is Fire Bomb,

that our troops can be held at bay by some pirates,

that our sophisticated military could be engaged by some militants in caves for over 12 years?

Please…

MG Hardie

I Have Traveled the World

I have seen the sea change from morning to night. I have seen the most amazing creatures. My craft has been chauffeured by dolphins.

I have witnessed Shearwater birds swim 60 feet underwater and then take off and fly through the sky. I have seen creatures in the waves that defy explaining. I have won battles by just showing up. I have played Smiles in the Philippines and silently viewed

the Coral Triangle.

I have played games in the vastness of the undulating nothing. Took leave in Kuwait and

saw Octopi with fins in miles upon miles of quiet, solitude. Experienced the ruggedness of

the Azores,

the cold of Ellesmere,

the isolation of Tristan da Cunha.

Places were birds seem to soar for weeks and volcanoes taller than Everest rise from the ocean bed, but still far from the suns power.

Their eruptions shake the planet, heat the water and cause the winds of the Earth to circulate. I have inhaled salt air, marveled at shoals of fish. I have traveled and through drills, tours, and practices I have paid enough attention to know that the ocean and the sky

are but inverted and that I don’t walk but I am one of the many creatures that swim through air. Oh, I’ve been places, and there are two things I have learned. One is that I have no answers and Two I am most at home right here on this couch.

MG Hardie

Grandfather was a World War II veteran
defiant and full of military rage.
I read about him once in a Paul Laurence
Dunbar poem
Beating his wings against a gilded cage.

He grew tired living on
trade winds and wine.
He was a lion king trapped by the
restraints of a
World ruled by shallow men and narrow
minds.

Those that trample birch trees and men
who glide over fields
Like my grandfather.
So when he reaches out,
he speaks with his eyes
Eyes that cry freedom
In a world gone mad.

Those eyes reveal distant rivers, valleys
and hearts forlorn
Unsolved mysteries, stolen legacies
ancient and strong.
Those eyes speak of the conquest that
was his and his alone.
Of distant ancestors who inhabited the
worlds great rivers…
Rivers long gone.

My grandfather’s eyes dance and sing of
home.
His passionate eyes,
Enchanting eyes
Courageous and Strong.

Those haunting brown eyes never spoke
to me.
But wrote a story about a war that was to
end all wars, and a song
about Peace.

His eyes are on the sunset now,
how soft spoken he is in the winter of his
years,
his body broken, but unbeaten.
His heart is filled with tears, joyous tears.

His eyes contain memories
forgotten by fires and trials of sin.
And there he stood like an eagle
Smelling of myrrh and sage ready to
Dance on the wind.
His eyes are now as still, still blue
waters
Serene, deep.
He will soon be at peace with God, at peace
with himself
And at peace with me…

 

 

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