Halt S. 510 Food Tyranny Act Now!

"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious -- makes you so sick at heart -- that you can't take part. You can't even passively take part. And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop! And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!" — Mario Savio, December 2, 1964

Although Mario Savio's speech was about political activism and the Berkeley Free Speech Movement it could have very well been about Senate Bill 510, the so-called Food Safety Modernization Act.

This bill, which is now coming to a vote the evening of Monday, November 29, 2010, is the most "odious" food tyranny bill to have ever been crafted in the history of our nation. S 510 is to food freedom what the Patriot Act is to the Bill of Rights.

I Express My Gratitude

Ok folks, I’ve received some emails questioning my gratitude this thanksgiving day.

Well, actually, it was only two readers, but it’s these negative emails that stand out amongst the positive feedback.

Thanksgiving day was a day I set aside to spend with Brandy, and we both looked forward to it. It was a day in which I turned off the computers, televisions and cell phones, and we just hung out together.

Whether it be a nice long walk to the park, or the local lake, to taking long drives.  It was a day to connect with each other.

We observed quiet together.

A Day in Remembrance

"Since 1970, Native Americans have gathered at noon on Cole's Hill in Plymouth to commemorate a National Day of Mourning on the US Thanksgiving holiday. Many Native Americans do not celebrate the arrival of the Pilgrims and other European settlers. To them, Thanksgiving Day is a reminder of the genocide of millions of their people, the theft of their lands, and the relentless assault on their culture. Participants in a National Day of Mourning honor Native ancestors and the struggles of Native peoples to survive today. It is a day of remembrance and spiritual connection as well as a protest of the racism and oppression which Native Americans continue to experience."

"So please be respectful this day, and do not force your misguided traditions upon all - some of us reserve this day for mourning and remembrance."

The first people to live in Virginia were Indians. Thousands of years ago, Alaska and Asia were joined by dry land. This dry land is called a land bridge.

The Indians walked over this land bridge from Asia into Alaska. As years passed, the Indians moved further south. After many years, different groups of Indians lived in all parts of North and South America. The first Europeans to come to Virginia met Indians.

Still Rising Out of This World

I have lived in this stinking hole for time undefined, vile and putrid. Decay is fast imminent, I am sick of people caring about this body. And people stalking this body for their sickly gains. Its just an auxiliary system; and the power levels are just dropping…

The whole world is run by humans, and they don’t know what the fuck they are running towards or away from.

I am sick of systems of control and those which seek to control YOU.

Its just one step from doom, another step in the stairway upwards to that room. Its a kind warning from within; what you glorified and missed out is the sweet greed and gluttony of this pathetic race.

No you may not save your face; anymore

The body stinks when it burns on the pyre. It reeks unholy when its alive. Personal motive gives away to the missing edge.

That what is called ‘compassion’ and ‘love’ in this terrible day and age….

Where is no more?

When is this awful game going to get over?

Its just a facade. An impending doom…. envisaged

Ashes to the West Wind

"A west wind is a wind that blows from the west, in an eastward direction."

In Western tradition, it has usually been considered the mildest and most propitious of the directional winds.

In Greek mythology, Zephyrus was the personification of the west wind and the bringer of light spring and early summer breezes.

Geoffrey Chaucer wrote of the "swete breth" of Zephryus, and a soft, gentle breeze may be referred to as a zephyr, as in Shakespeare's Cymbeline.

"They are as gentle / As zephyrs blowing below the violet, / Not wagging his sweet head."