You don't. Then let me tell you, they are something C99p needs.
So, let the Piselinten flow generously into JtC's donation page. We all would be profoundly grateful if they help to keep this rescue floating piece of wonder bread above water.
Thanks to all of you for your help.
There are two segments to this and the first is broader and more general. Those paying attention have noticed that there has been a major assault on dissenting and/or otherwise non-conforming narratives and the creators of such by faceplant, tweeter, you tube and similar content transmission vehicles up to and including even pieces of the MSM like Faux News.
I went back to the Dailykos site today, into which I can't log into anymore, to search for something. Basically I wanted to let Sarah R and her sister Winglion know that I like to contact them to thank them for the quilts they once made for me and tell them that their quilt overs my bed til today.
My AOC thread highlighted the disagreement between people who still put some modicum of trust in the corporate media (or in individuals touted by them) and those who have completely given up on the corporate media as toxic.
Granddaughters
As I write, I worry about your futures
cause aspirations of two women, queens to be,
children of presidents,
Ivanka and Chelsea
dominate your playgrounds of artifical turf
lifted by money and the media it affords
seeping into the conscious of millions
overwhelmed by closets of red shoes
They may inherit the crown
Vegas bets so
Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
Damn, lost that poem with a wrong move of one finger; anyways, a chameleon visited on the back porch this week, sharing colors.
Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
Good morning good people!
Simplicity
Innocence born
does not stay
birthing on cycle
to live again
evidence born by bad men
sailing into bergs, intention-ally
Suns do shine without the shade
rolling in the hay
memories spring from loins untouched
the dog sits by the side
little ones confide
hands slip closer in the night
reaching out for right
gambling for a better plight
Corals reach beyond the bleach
swaying to accordions...
plastic gathers in tides of reason
pundits sing of re-awaking
mushroom clouds tweet of empty seats
gazillion
Purge the superdelegates
from the mist
of blood and tears
sweat
passed down in factories
children's
cover from hard rains
explained
morals, collectively
shared in misery
Burst the gangs of eight
enough said
