Comments on: What if freedom is a myth?

By: Jerrye

Jerrye — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 23:44:53 +0000

I think what Gerry(B.B.) and Patrick Henry said was “Give Me Liberty..” Both are patriots in their own time. Are liberty and freedom one and the same? A man shackled to a myth or a shadow of a country that no longer exists or maybe never existed except in the imagination or interpretation of the ones who envisioned the full potential that country could become? I lived in a country but am a citizen of a planet and the Great Spirit had no need for fences because it was all deeded to all mankind from conception. Liberty then is personal and within,not without,not with territorial boundaries. BUT, man will never “get it”. They prefer bombs, bullets and b.s. to squabble endlessly over “freedom”. Freedom is getting up in the morning, taking a breath and realizing you’re still on the upper side of the earth where the flower blossoms bloom,not sniffing roots from the underside. The ultimate “Freedom” is death. When the shackles of this old earth suit snap, you are “FREE”(I hope)

By: Clayton

Clayton — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 00:24:06 +0000

What if on Freedom ?
Freedom to what ?
One man’s claim of freedom is other another’s
ticket to trouble, big time
Gerry is B-B, the Wild West, fast draw, land where the home of the brave roam, no barbed wire fences , under crystal blue skies, you conceive, like Dicky Cheney(Mr so called Wyo Power-LINE-Man), who took the freedom to get 5 draft deferments while other young men in his era got lifted to Viet Nam, jungle-swamp duty.
What do you mean you don’t beleve in ghosts, agent orange is a ghost that will haunt America for the next 200 years,
as the Tonkin Gulf Resolution was not an exercise in freedom, it was an act of grand deception, old beefs that hang on, and stir debate, Bill Ayers, and O’Reilly, and other Weathermen who see which way the winds are blowing.
What do you know about freedom you ever kill to defend it, put it on the line ?
Is freedom a myth ?
Whose freedom, or is it like that flip side of some eagle coins, with slogans on them.
It sounds like one could wonder, if Gerry is musing if all this plastic card society is worth even defending, for some who
take great liberty, as if libertine is the word of the decade of decadence.

By: Birdy

Birdy — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 18:00:18 +0000

Buffalo Bill killed all the White Buffalo, before he went on his Wild West shows, and moved to Cody to drink at the wooden engraved bar, at Irma’s, a gift from the Queen.
When he left Wyoming, he died, and was quckly entombed up on Look Out Mountain, as a Chamber of Commerce stunt.
The most striking photo of Buffalo Bill is him looking up at the sky, when an early model bi- winged airplane was flying over, as he bridged two centuries.
Buffalo Bill’s friend Sitting Bull (his traveling companion) was shot in the back, as some beef with the Sun Dance.
The words of General Sherdian(hot off his march of ruin and burning through the Civil War South)— his orders: he(his blue coats) would take away the food source of the plains Indians, kill them all, pile their hides sky high at the train loading docks in Dodge, Kansas. Russell signs his paintings with the engraved Buffalo skull.
The Wild West had many hole in the wall gangs, outlaw territory, as the grandfater of its renowed Senator gunned down a man, some gun stunt, and it was called the case of the “disgruntal litigant”.
He too was of Cody-Husky Oil club seeds.
The Sun Dance is coming back, the sons of Sitting Bull, are calling on the ghosts, and the white buffalo will appear near Crow Heart Mesa, some time before the 1/2 moon rises in early Summer of a 4th equinox. It is predestined, all despite the swine on the prairie, who leave the foul stench, at their feeding pens, South of Wheatland, next the old MX silos.
The buffalo in your dreams, are rousing from the deep.
And to top it all off, I don’t eat at Ted Turner’s buffalo bars, the biggest land owner in the Rockies, with his 2 million acres of trophy ranches, laundered through CCN booty, and merger deals.
I don’t call him just “Ted”.
The son of the Southern Rebel plantations, reclaims the high plains as his trophy ranches, for his chain of Buffalo bars, and I now vow never to eat any popped corn from a microwaved sack of Redenbackers oily grease,
old bad seeds.
Leviticus 11:7-8 “And the swine, though he divide the hoof, and be clovenfooted, yet he cheweth not the cud; he is unclean to you. Of their flesh shall ye not eat, and their carcase shall ye not touch; they are unclean to you.”
Or:Matthew 7:6 “Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.”
I saw a white buffalo, but it was unclear if a mere vapor of a dream, but of the coming dawn of its rebirth.
So, it is pre-ordained.

By: Jerrye

Jerrye — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:43:08 +0000

I saw a white buffalo. It was in a dream and the dream became a nightmare as it lay suffering from the swine flukes which spread to the herds of captive brown buffalo penned up in barbed wire electric fences. Golden buffaloes and Buffalo Nickels were extinct and bar codes were branded into the fleeing herds of brown buffalo as they tried to graze on amber fields of grain which were off limits to them. There was a memory of the white buffalo but luck turned sour and the wormwood which had bittered the water sickened them. But lo and behold..! the white helicopters dropped from sickened skies filled with clouds of swine spit spray and glistening shiny,white needles filled with pharmaceutically correct fluke killer girded the gloved,masked, Tonto-less men as they herded the cattle to be vacinated. Up Crippled Creek, they fell by the wayside into the pre-dug trenches awaiting their unfortunate reaction the fluke killer had wreaked. Less brown buffalo, few buffalo nickels,more golden buffalo for the Walled Street Gang. The white buffalo was dealt a slow, methodical death as it’s last droplets of blood fell on the ancient ancestoral land.
If you see a white, living buffalo,let me know. I don’t believe in ghosts. Quit picking on Jerry,he’s Buffalo Bill and this is the Wild West.

By: Norman

Norman — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:46:56 +0000

White buffalo– seeing them used to be seen as a good omen, very good luck. When is the last time you have seen a real live snorting white buffalo. I bet nobody has seen a real live white buffalo, not a living soul on this board.
What if—there are no more white buffalo ?
What if— well if there were any white buffalo, real ones roaming around, it would have been reported, here.
This should give you pause, as if there are no more white buffalo, your luck, has run out.
But, you have a credit card, a car for the freeway, a PAD in the cool breeze n-hood, all the trappings you made it.
What if it is just part of more illusions in some myth, groomed by Madison Avenue.
Without money–you are nothing, nothing at all, and you or Gerry are hooked on it, like some Palovian fix, and you can’t rationalize it away–can you ?

By: Jerrye

Jerrye — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 23:21:29 +0000

Freedom: Is a kingdom where your body lives in harmony with your mind as YOU reign on the throne. There are no masters for every man/wo man is ruler of their soul.The mind’s pathway remains open,paved with compassion,ever-seeking knowledge,understanding and kindness towards all other rulers. Auras of harmony merge into aurora borealis jet streams which bathe the kingdoms called freedom. Freedom is what freedom is..and it is not of this earth or earthlings.The grand deception is the illusion of “freedom”. Therefore, o man, art thou the rider of thy own steed, the guider of thy own destiny, OR dos’t thou forfeit thy being to the sellers of the Bill of Goods? Bill of Rights? What are your “rights”? You have them all,my friend, they are yours for the taking. Therein lies your “freedom”. If you keep waiting for a liberator, your wait will be endless. You are the rider of your own horse, the captain of your own ship,the singer of your own song. Go ride, go sail,go sing. Life is but a vapor and the Soylent Green colored spectacles are clouding your vision. Freedom is now. It is singular.You,oh king, oh queen, oh cajunamerican princess are free.You are knighted by the Great Spirit. Go ride the winds of change in your chariot of self-sufficiancy, the white buffalo woman has left the building.

By: John Taylor

John Taylor — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 18:40:27 +0000

I just (re)read “How to Argue and Win Every Time”, and was moved. Thank-you. As to the “What If”, my thought is that we are living and spreading ‘the word’ very successfully.
A number of books I’ve recently read, from “Nonviolent Communication” to “Dialogue and the Art of Thinking Together”, to “The Voice of Knowledge”, to “King, Warrier Magician, Lover”, to “Don’t be nice, be real”, to “Why Good People do Bad Things”, to “The Lucifer Effect”, (I could go on and on…) are answering your question. In my stories, we (“Western Culture”) have been conditioned to “Rational Lies” and thus “Social Lies” emerge – the defective (or is it effective?) seeds produce fertile crops when fed the right nutrients!
You have given me faith that there are at least a few praticing lawyers who practice the law from a humane perspective. So I bless you and those of your ilk!

By: gerryspence

gerryspence — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 23:29:59 +0000

Sounds like you have a plan, Wendy. Gerry

By: wendyolteanu

wendyolteanu — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:06:54 +0000

Dear Mr. Spence,
That’s true, but I really need a break before I break. I’m not a lawyer and I’m uncomfortable with continuous contention. In my heart of hearts I’m a poet, an artist, a mother, a grower, a soul searcher, a painter with words and color and I need to find myself again.
That’s my plan, at least for the next little while. The battles will always be there.

Wendy

By: gerryspence

gerryspence — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 22:17:53 +0000

Wendyolteanu: I saw a statement on a baseball cap yesterday. It read, “Fight to keep freedom legal.”

Gerry