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Hey again bloggers, or whoever could be reading this blagh. And so this post finds itself another one of those attempts to maintain web 2.0  social media user generated content for this blagh and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible. And so that topic of racism has been in the news a lot lately. So much that it has spawned a bazillion or more Facebook event invites having to do with racism, fascism and beyond. And in my own thoughts, someone said to me at Union Square Park the other day as I was vending those DecorForU #blacklivesmatter, #notmypresident, #occupywallstreet, #nopolicestate, #berniesanders, #yoga and #berooklyn necklaces, magnets, key chains and pins for $2 each with that Black Lives Matter sign that I usually display that creates dialogue and conversation, amongst the most comments being “Yes they do” or “All lives matter”.  Though again, just this past week someone, a couple of people asked me within the span of an hour the same question that sticks in my mind, “When did racism begin?”, both of these people asked. And it was sort of the same answer with both of these people. Since the beginning of time, in the bible or something, when Satan was cast out of heaven or when he betrayed Adam or Eve or something and this discrimination was passed on through Jacob or John or Abraham or one of those disciples in the bible or something throughout all his descendants and generations. And for some reason I find their theories believable. And then there is that comment again from that Black Lives Matter Art Show at Northside Festival this past season or so from another person who commented on that topic of Black Lives Matter, or I guess racism, how can something be changed that has been instilled in us, in humanity, since the beginning of time when black means bad, dark, evil and white means good, light? These questions I am unable to answer, only to say is another world possible? No one is free when others are oppressed.  And then there is this t-shirt I read somewhere with the words Black, White, Red, Yellow, Brown….. Human. And what, if anything, does this have to do with a No Police State?

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A Harlem Arts Festival 2017

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And so I find myself blaghing about Harlem Arts Festival on this day, that annual festival that takes place in Harlem at Marcus Garvey Park each year, and even though there are lots of performers and artists on that schedule for this years event, this gave me the opportunity to vend that DecorForU  #blacklivesmatter, #notmypresident,#occupywallstreet, #berniesanders, #nopolicestate, #yoga, #brooklyn &#harlem necklaces, magnets, key chains & pins for $2 each at their festival again as I did at their Harlem Arts Festival 2016 event last year and to post photos and video from this event that find themselves posted above. And after the rain passed earlier that morning, the sun seemed as if it became a thousand degrees. And according to those Facebook event invites, there is a Harlem Arts Festival Official #HAFterparty as well.  And I have also read online that the rapper  Prodigy who was scheduled to perform at this festival has passed away and  Harlem Arts Festival is to Honor the Late Hip-Hop Legend at their Sixth-Annual event this year.  And any other closing words for this passage and blog post seems to be passing me by. Have a great Harlem Arts Festival day and more.

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May Day NYC

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And so according to that Gregorian calendar on the wall, or table, yesterday was that International Workers Day of May Day in that city of New York and around the world I assume.  And those global revolutions of May Day, Occupy Wall Street and Black Lives Matter are still moving fast, I think.
And according to that Mayday Glitter Graphics website, May Day – Beltane The first of May has long been celebrated with the traditional rite of spring. Dancing around the May pole is a tradition in many different cultures that dates back for centuries. While May Day has its roots in the pagan festival of Beltane, it is still celebrated throughout England and Europe as a celebration of fertility and the coming of the new spring.
And so I found myself passing by the peripheral and outer edges of one of those May Day events at Union Square Park in New York City yesterday, enough to take a few photos with that social media cell phone camera as in those photos that find themselves posted above of that Peoples Power Assemblies, NYC Shut It Down: The Grand Central Crew #blacklivesmatteInternational League of Peoples’ Struggle – ILPS USCosecha NYC and Workers World Party May Day Strike to Defend Migrants, Refugees & All Workers! May Day event. And according to that Facebook event calendar, some of those other May Day events in that city of New York area on this day were #MAYDAY: WE SHUT IT DOWN #maydaynycMayday Anti-Speciesist + Anti-Decolonial Nonhuman Rights Bloc and May 1st NYC: Basta Ya! Stop The Attacks on Immigrants. And what does this have to do with a No Police State. Have a great day after May Day and more.

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Decor For U

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Hey again bloggers or whoever could be reading this blog. And so when I can’t think of anything to blog about on this blog in an attempt to maintain web 2.0 user generated content for this blog and my other blagh whenever bloggers block possible, I guess I find myself  posting about DecorForU #blacklivesmatter, #notmypresident, #occupywallstreet, #berniesanders, #nopolicestate, #NoFascistUSA, #yoga, #eastvillage, #harlem and #brooklyn necklaces, magnets, key chains and pins that are now available at Quimby’s Bookstore NYCAnyone ComicsSisters Uptown Bookstore and Cultural Center, Inc. ,  Revolution Books New York  and Bluestockings Bookstore for $2 each! in that New York City area after finding themselves being vended at various markets and bazaars in that New York City area and even Union Square Park when the weather permits, or something like that. And so what else is there that I can blogger say about this Black Lives Matter jewelry that I have not already said in Black Lives Matter jewelry time except that on this day finds itself as Occupy Wall Street day one thousand and something, I think. And those all things global revolution Occupy Wall Street and all things police brutality and beyond Black Lives Matter movements are still moving fast, I think.  And what, if anything, does this have to do with a No Police State? Have a great DecorForU jewelry day and more. Black Lives Matter. Occupy Art. Occupy Wall Street Worldwide

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First They Came For The Immigrants

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And as this Gregorian Calendar year still finds itself as the year 2017 here on planet earth, I still find myself reading those headline news of the day, many of which still seem to have to do with those United States Presidential Elections 2016 that still seem to be resulting in a million or more #notmypresidentMarch 4th for Standing Rock and now No Ban No Wall Union Square NYC Vigil protests and beyond.  Though it is those Protest to Resist ICE Raids and statements on Facebook that read something like “ICE is setting up checkpoints & demanding papers on the 6 line. Two seen at 149th & Southern Parkway.  Anybody without documents should avoid the 6”, that brings to mind that First They Came For The Socialists passage that also brings to mind all of those passport posts that I have posted on this blog before that seem to have something to do with banning immigrants, deporting immigrants that seems to have something to do with technology, globalism,  the passport,  travel, the microchip, the RFID  bar code that finds itself posted in that photo above, a cashless society and that 666 anti christ mark of the beast save no man that he may buy or sell except he have the mark of the beast on his right hand or forehead thing in the world we seem to live in these days, I think. 

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For what reason is the number of that passport immigration law that prohibits freedom of travel amongst humanity anywhere on planet earth, and that Section 666 Social Security Act, cashless society, national I.D., the number of your name to receive any state services and everything else in between thing, 666? Is this that save no man that he may buy or sell except that he have the mark of the beast thing in the book of Revelations. Is this written in prophecy somewhere. Did George Orwell or Nostradamus predict this? Is that a coincidence or on purpose that this law has the same number of that beast thing. And who or what is the beast, and what is that mark on ones right hand or forehead. What does that mark represent or mean, if anything. And what’s up with that UPC bar code photo that I placed in this blog entry. And for what reason do all universal product codes contain this number. What the heck does that mean? Is that the number of the beast, the number of man? And what’s that New World Order, Verichip and RFID tag thing all about. Big Brother, Brave New World and technology are here and that’s a whole another blog posting. And I have heard so many green card immigration nightmare stories about green card marriages, lotteries and green card everything else in between. Of people leaving a country and not being able to return for whatever reason. And the stories of loss of life while crossing a border, whether by land or sea. And for what reason are there boarders, divisions, restrictions, barriers and territories of land in this world. And for what reason are people not free to travel anywhere in the world without the permission of someone else. Who invented this concept. Is it possible to undo this passport, visa, citizenship, where are your papers to come here law so that everyone can be free to travel anywhere in this world. For what reason does this concept exist. And who is a foreigner. Aren’t we all strangers in this land. Is another world possible. No one is free when others are oppressed. And what does this have to do with a No Police State?

And then there’s Reverend Billy And The Stop Shopping Gospel Choir FIRST THEY CAME FOR THE  variation of that pastor Martin Niemoller passage that would be funny if it weren’t so true.

FIRST THEY CAME FOR THE druggies who tried to make their fantasy economy away from the bigger killers, but I did not speak out, because I’m white with powder cocaine. Then they came for the immigrants, flooded by Clinton’s subsidized corn and dragged screaming by ICE from their homes, and I did not speak out, because I’m sitting here waiting for my Mexican cook to bring me my pasta special. Then they came for the poverty-dizzied young from zip codes like Bed-Stuy and the Bronx, fed into the for-profit prison pipeline, and I did not speak out, because where do you start? It’s a national operation run by Wall Street. Then one day the Earth came for me, the ocean turned to acid sweeping through the streets, and I cannot protect my family, because America is declared a permanent emergency, and the cops and soldiers are the same guy, jailing us in our upstairs apartment, and no-one is left to speak for me because permits to speak in public are rationed by Chase Bank. 

And what again if anything, does this have to do with a No Police State?

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And in the midst of having drummed up another one of those art shows in that city of New York, I still find that it is a new year 2017 and that America has still descended into what seems like one big anti inauguration protest these first few weeks of this Gregorian calendar year as a result of those United States Presidential Elections 2016 according to that Facebook news feed and the headline news.  And when I am at a lost as for what to post on this blog and my other blagh, I sometimes find myself recycling those blog posts in an attempt to maintain web 2.0 user generated content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible. And I sometimes find myself drifting to that same “I Am No Queen” passage, that same poem and those same photos that find themselves posted above, over and over and over and over for some reason. And life continues, the cycle of life continues.  And death is a part of life and I guess life is a part of death, or something like that and whatever other quotes, philosophies and saying about life and death there may be. The only thing constant is change and some stories do not end as you expect and it is the saddest story ever told.

I am no Queen
I sit a widow and shall see sorrow
I kannot walk any further
my journey may end here
there are no words to take away the pain
to replace a person who is gone
my eyes are dim and heavy with grief
I kannot close them
I do not wish to see the darkness they hold
this thing which I have greatly feared
has come upon me with trembling
kausing all my bones to shake
I am scared with dreams and terrified
with visions of what will my funeral be like
when I die today at this very moment
will there be a funeral
who will come and who will pay
will they eulogize me and what will they say
leave me to sit and decay
make me your centerpiece in a chair dressed up dead
preserve me with spices, mummify me
let the birds of the air pluck me
the beast of the field tear me
till I be consumed by maggots and
dust and fly away when I die
there hath been no greater love than
that which hath been
it is the sound of Rachael mourning for
the children that never were
no one to comfort her
no where to wail lament save the ocean
why died the not from the womb
why died they not the breast prevent them from suck
why died they not the knees prevent them
why died they not give up the ghost that
no light shine upon this day
cursed be the man that saith the child is born this day
it is the wake of a funeral procession about to begin
it was a sunny day that day across the street from the graveyard
and we all laid down in our coffins to die

Have a great life, death and poetry day.

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