Of Balance—Of Checks…

Near Fort McHenry— began ‘The Battle of Baltimore’ and from a poem “Defence of Fort M’Henry”, Francis Scott Key developed what ultimately—would become “The Star-Spangled Banner.” In 1931, this song would become this Nation’s anthem… Francis watched the battle from a British ship called, the HMS Tonnant. ‘By dawn’s early light’ while still aboard the HMS Tonnant, F.S. Key caught a glimpse of the large and tattered Garrison flag still moving in the gentle wind… Resilience and Triumph; while celebrated through songs and stories, these notions are twin-twined—salted ropes—bondage chains—hunger—fear—gun-powdered air—laws unfair and—always War…

“Defence of Fort M’Henry”

“O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,

What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,

Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight

O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket’s red glare, the bomb bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that

our flag was still there,

O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep

Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,

What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,

In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,

‘Tis the star-spangled banner – O long may it wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,

That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion

A home and a Country should leave us no more?

Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave

From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand

Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!

Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land

Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto – “In God is our trust,”

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.”—Francis Scott Key

Francis Scott Key used his office as the District Attorney for the City of Washington from 1833 to 1840 to defend slavery, attacking the abolitionist movement in several high-profile cases.” WTF?

We go to war for many-many reasons…And! Not often, but just once-in-a-while—we ‘the people’ almost become free people—but never-ever free of War. One can still love one’s country and hate War…One-can-still-love-one’s-country and Hate the war of ideologies—divisions of colors (‘red and blue and tattoo you’) …We share—we care and Governments must never separate the ‘We the People’ from the ‘US’ of America…And! If the Executive and Legislative and Judicial branches—treetop high—dance without harmony—hopefully—they will always—dance—check the balance and balance the check—donchaknow? Because of this dance—we may—be free for just a-little-bit—longer…

“Sign—sign everywhere a sign—blocking out—the scenery—breaking my mind—Do this don’t do that—can’t you read the sign”… by Les Emmerson

Venezuela: How do positive steps—Socialist reformation, a people’s transformation, a government of wealth redistribution—founded on the peoples’ needs—dreams of better days and hope for a long-term future become a failure? Venezuela has trillions of dollars in petrochemical wealth…It also proof of greed’s ruin and prosperity climax—ruin and end.

Spin this among a million worlds across thousands of sun/stars. Calimesa had once known riches…Crystal rich planet of star-drive fuel for thousands of Star ships…Colonial power cast about one thousand worlds…A rich center—wealth—work for everyone—educated—protected peoples…All good until greed destroyed Calimesa completely in one thousand years…Among the stars Power lives and dies much quicker—than Black Sun twirls—whirls of long-life and death fast—Explode and move on…Crow-man’s old world name, his Calimesian name—is Theodis—Carmelt-Shiamotory…Theodis was born wealthy—was born a beautifully shaped baby—grew into a beautiful being—moved beyond green water and green diamond foam— shaped-to-shift—to other shapes—another heartbeat—heat—bother body to another—space-place-race and graced to forget everything…Not an Earther—still earth-bound—gravity ground—added—pound—adapted to see—to be—to flee and survive another dive—spaced—race—paced—too fast-to-be-so-slow…

“Walls appear—Fear—No! Climb those Walls and Welcome Home.”

And! Beautiful you are…

 

‘Wooden Ships’…by David Crosby and Paul Kantner—performed by Jefferson Airplane

 

‘Volunteers’—by Marty Balin and Paul Kantner—Performed by Jefferson Airplane

 

Sings-Songs and Injustice…

Drone_321“Don’t struggle to get what you want—instead—modify your wanting.” Poverty—is not a ghost—current or an appearing—apparition…Poverty is present—poverty is not a future threat—poverty is now—poverty is harsh—poverty is real—and the result—is Revolution…And! Poverty is a ‘not-crime’—Greed is Crime against Humanity…

“The correct path against injustice—is—civil disobedience.”

Is nature—the force—causing us movement—through lives—of our own—creative—creations? Are we creations—to remain—objects without—motion? If forced—are we able—to sleep-creep—through life—quietly afraid—to disturb—silence—too loud to understand—and—too quiet—to tolerate? Too many—situation seekers—lost and discovered—by—sane folks and through—madness? Just wishes—causing words—to express—desires—wants—directions and confusions? And! Sometimes—this direction-in-word—herds—‘heard’—and will sometimes—just ‘appear’…

“Of all the enemies to public liberty, war is, perhaps, the most to be dreaded, because it comprises and develops the germ of every other. War is the parent of armies; from these proceed debts and taxes; and armies, and debts, and taxes are the known instruments for bringing the many under the domination of the few. In war, too, the discretionary power of the Executive is extended; its influence in dealing out offices, honors, and emoluments is multiplied; and all the means of seducing the minds are added to those of subduing the force of the people. The same malignant aspect in republicanism may be traced in the inequality of fortunes and the opportunities of fraud growing out of a state of war, and in the degeneracy of manners and of morals engendered by both…No nation could reserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare. Those truths are well established. They are read in every page which records the progression from a less arbitrary to a more arbitrary government, or the transition from a popular government to an aristocracy or a monarchy.”—James Madison, “Political Observations,” April 20, 1795 (4th US President and Slave Owner)

‘Eyes Without A Face’

“Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now it’s getting worse.” By Billy Idol and Steve Stevens

Wondering—If humanity remains a ‘looped-group’—capable of containing and restricting Drone-self—then only—flesh and blood without Drone—screams—-bleeds and dies? Why—must we—be— the victory—of one more—progressive mission. However— if humanity—extracts itself—through—powerful carelessness—or greed—or becomes—a ‘looped-outside-group’—then will—the will—of Drone-self—become—a maybe—Self-self—to search-kill—and destroy—more than?

Wondering—When the taking—of warrior’s life—becomes a mechanical judgment call—what happens to—humanity? When the cost of— life is—determined-to-be-the—determination—of machines—is life—reduced to nothing? How much—cost to dispose—of body? How much to— incinerate—no records—required? How about—family? How about—warrior’s spirit? Machine has no family—Machine has—no spirit—unless—we robots—be robots—advancing far—beyond Drone’s—current code?

What is an appropriate—method or measurement—of Force’s use—through—Drone’s sensors? Currently—humanity uses—determinations called—‘appropriate judgment’—to respond—“correctly”—with the ‘proper use’—of force—over combat enemies—during—battle-rattle and ‘blah-blah’. How many—deaths—are necessary? How many—mothers cry? How many—children are—without—mother—or—father? How many—types of—‘collateral—damage’? And! The reasons—for going—to war—are either—reasons determined or imagined by Government…Drones do not—imagine. Drones do not—determine. Drones search—-kill—and—destroy. Humanity must ‘never-ever’—be Drones—of Government—and of Greed!

Is—Society equivalent—to the sum—of its members? Will the actions—of the members—of that society—serve to fashion—and to shape it? What are—the social consequences—of intentional actions—and—will these actions—often be unintentional? What is Society—to do—to ease itself—into an obvious—oblivion? Scientific Theories—are predictive. Societies’ songs prohibit—most predictions…

Yes and three times—Yes! I and me—and—we and us—-have seen it all—now—and—again. The Universe—from—speck to—mighty—and our—hurtling Earth—a—cross of heavens—filled with—multitudes—of-this-and-that. We see—it all—and—sweet—dream-side-slide—allows us again—to be—until—we-be—able again—too real and to close—to see…There and perched high—on—dream-side—at flip—of mind-sigh—we move—‘cross—Universe—so fine. Alive and gone—alive and gone—‘til counting-time—catches us—with mind-sides—swirling sight—of mind-light bright—and—brings another—way to see…

“Go ahead and hate your neighbor—Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven—You could justify it in the end. There won’t be any trumpets blowing—Come the judgment day. On the bloody morning after—One Tin Soldier rides away”…by Joni Mitchell

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Eyes Without a Face’—performed by Billy Idol