The Blacker The Berry / Why is the snow white?

“Lelouch, do you know why snow is white? Snow is white, because it’s forgotten what color it’s supposed to be.”  – C.C., Code Geass

Andy Warhol‘s words “In the future, everyone will be world-famous…” which appeared in the program for a 1968 exhibition of his work at the Moderna Museet in Stockholm, Sweden.

“Every nigger is a star…” Borris Gardner 

Mutt Cart, Jenny Soracco Lin

A Look at D.S. Kinsel, an entrepreneur and agitational artist whose work transcends genres and is inspirational, past the point of imitation (@dskinsel).



We Live In Public Discussion Guide

Sexism and Misogyny: Who Takes the Rap?

Never forget where you came from.

Sometimes, I miss the “old” Trevor. Still I absolutely love the new” Trevor, too.

Freedom Songs

Rest in power Castro Destroyer.

“Now, no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is only a variation of theft…when you kill a man, you steal his life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband and rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness…”

-Baba, The Kite Runner, Khalid Hussein

“For you a thousand times over.”

-Hassan, The Kite Runner, Khalid Hussein

“Walk softly, and always with God beside you.”

“God is what’s good in me.” Johnny, Death be Not Proud (Gunther) 

“I really do believe that God will never let you fall too far.”

Condoleezza Rice, Walking In Faith

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”

-Jimi Hendrix

“Lead, follow, or get out of the way.”

-General George S. Patton

“This nation cannot survive half slave and half free.”

-Abraham Lincoln

“Let justice roll down like water, and righteousness like an ever flowing stream.”


“Sons will adore their fathers through even the worst behavior. Its how they learn devotion. Before he an devote himself to God or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, beyond explanation.”

Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

“Give me an hour and I’ll give you your dreams.”

-Frou Frou, Shhhhhh

“If music be the food of love, play on.”

-William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings/ That then I scorn to change my state with Kings.”

-William Shakespeare, Sonnet 29

“Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.”

Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.”

Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston

alis volat propRiis. She flies with her own wings”

esto perpetua. It Endures Forever.”

“The spirit never perishes. Only the body decays.”


“The God of Loss. The God of Small Things. He left no footprints in the sand, no ripples in the water, no image in mirrors.”

The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy

“Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream.”


“Remember to let her into your heart.”

-Hey Jude, John Lennon and Paul McCartney

“…a man has a false heart in his mouth for the world to see, another in his breast to show his very special friends and family, and the real one, the secret one, which is never known to anyone except himself alone, hidden only God Knows where.”

-Japanese proverb, Shogun by James Clavell


The Children, David Halberstam –

“There are people who will go after your humanity. They tell you that the light in your heart is a weakness. Don’t believe it. Its an old tactic of cruel people to kill kindness in the name of virtue. There’s nothing wrong with love.”

-Father Flynn, Doubt

We hold these truths to be self evident

“Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too highly.”

-Thomas Paine, The American Crisis (1776)

“Give me your tired, your poor/

Your huddled masses yearning to break free/

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore”

-The Statue of Liberty (Emma Lazarus)

“This is a nation of inconsistencies. The Puritans fleeing from oppression became oppressors. We fought England for our liberty and put chains on four million of blacks. We wiped out slavery and our tariff laws and national banks began a system of wage slavery worse than the first. Wall Street owns the country. It is no longer a government of the people, by the people, and for the people, but a government of Wall Street, by Wall Street, and for Wall Street. The great common people of this country are slaves, and monopoly is the master.”

-Mary Lease

“If not us, who? If not now, when?”

-Ronald Regan

“Fellas get used to a place, it’s hard to go. Fellas get use’d to a way of thinking, it’s hard to leave.”

-ex-Rev. Casy, The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

“My feets is tired, but my soul is at rest.”

-Rosa Parks on her weariness

“…So the question then is not whether we will be extremists, but what kinds of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate or for love?”

-Martin Luther King Jr., The Birmingham Letters 

“The Last temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right thing for the wrong reason.”

-T.S. Elliot

“Speak softly and carry a big stick [and] you will go far.”

-Theodore Roosevelt

“[history] … to preserve from decay the remembrance of what men have done.”

Herodotus  (father of history)

“O Liberty! What crimes are committed in your name!”

– Marie-Jeanne Philippon Roland on the steps of the guillotine

“Without a vision, the people perish.”

-Proverbs 29:18



Dulce et Decorum Est

“Now, I see that some of you fear to go forward to fight for our king. If it was in the brave days of Osei Tutu, Okomfo Anokye, and Opoku Ware I, chiefs would not sit down to see their king to be taken away without firing a shot. No European could have dared speak to chiefs of Asante in the way the governor spoke to you this morning. Is it true that the bravery of Asante is no more? I cannot believe it. It cannot be! I must say this: if you, the men of Asante, will not go forward, then we will. We, the women, will. I shall call upon my fellow women. We will fight! We will fight till the last of us falls in the battlefields.”
-Yaa Asentewaa 
“Beware the fury of the patient.”
“I can hear you. The rest of the world can hears you. And the people who knocked down these buildings will hear all of us soon.”
George W. Bush, in a megaphone to 9/11 rescue workers
“He who sheds his blood with me today is my brother.”
William Shakespare 
“…Fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.”
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
“…Together we shall save our planet, or together, we shall perish in it’s flames.”
J.F.K on nuclear disarmament
“Though Gods they were, as men they died.”
Francis Beaumont, On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey

Dulce et Decorum Est
Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

The Brothers: John Foster Dulles, Allen Dulles, and Their Secret World War, Stephen Kinzer –

The Killing Series, Bill O’Reilly –

Omar Fast –

Catch 22 –

A Solider’s Story –

Cat’s Cradle –

Being Mortal Book Review

“Tell your secret to the wind, but don’t blame it for telling the trees.” – Kahlil Gibran


Working with

two badass


consultants and lawyers


Showed Me

What They Could


Busing tables and bearing witness

to senior abuse at the nursing “home”

Bearing Abuse from

Vets With



War Heros

Torn Ligaments

Who only knew my name

When it was

Nigger And Girl

They remembered my cousin’s


She made them.


American Seniors

never live alone

When they do,

that’s where they pass.


Neighbors don’t talk

They didn’t even know

What happened as you aged

In this modern world

With no


One Son

Two Daughters

One Daughter

Two Sons


Almost Eternal Youth





To Hire Help

And Prioritize


Raising their own fa mi lie s

Succeeding in their declining lives Career



Being present for their babies

And so cannot Raise their grandparents

A business of its own


When your sooo fucking old

You pack memories into ice

turn them this way

And that

Smoking clove cigarettes and swindling colors

Was all you ever learned to do well.


Still can’t bring yourself to care

Because you don’t really  want to remember


The Pain







Ancient old women

Who knit afghans

And whittle pottery


And doodle nonsense

And murmur stories

to the wind


I felt dementia In My Mind

Walked Into A Room

Stared for minutes



What I came


But still though poems

Googled think pieces


Ancient Old Men

Do what they can

to stay virulent

Still leer at young


Pick fresh


But Who

Will listen to you babble?

The partner

You Never Found

Died of Boredom




And the One

You’ve Always Had



Every one of your stupid ass stories


I almost always respected my elders,


when I knew they were wrong.


The Cult of You (th)

Infected almost the entire world

Neu Visions for aging


Stemming Dying

As Well


You can re-mix being old

as much as you want

you still old

As Hell

Can you remember the days of your youth?

When you were careless and free? Too careless, too free,




Listened \\





But knew

Age is but a number

You can’t up add

At a glance


I was the only one counting

The 40 virgins stay being crusty old men


Wealthy Billionaires



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As the




Cataract’d Eyes





Houses of




And Their





Are Always Destined

To Reign