10/29/10

Big City Indians - Sin Of Ignorance - Free Peltier NOW!

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Wolfsheart - The Call Of The Canyons

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3/24/09

Who Are You?

Who Are You?

Tell me about yourself
What do you ach for
Do you dare to dream
What is your hearts longing

Would you risk being a fool for love
Your dreams
An adventure in being alive
To touch the center of your sorrow

Have you been opened up by life’s betrayals
Or have you become shriveled
Closed to from fear of further pain
Can you sit with pain, mine or your own

If we dance, will it be with wildness
Letting ecstasy fill you to your soul
Without cautioning us to be careful, realistic
Remembering we as humans have limitations

Is your story true or false to me it doesn’t matter
Will you betray another to be true to yourself
Can you bear the accusation of betrayal
Would you betray your own soul

Can you be faithful and trustworthy
Can you see beauty even on a stormy day
What do you believe is the source of life
What are your spiritual beliefs

If you experience failure can you live with it
Yours, but mine also
Could you stand on the edge of a cliff
Screaming out to the world what you feel in that moment

After a night of grief, despair, weary, bruised to your soul
Will you rise up out of bed
To take care of the needs of others
Will you stand with me in the center of HELL and not shrink back

When all else is gone
What sustains you within
Can you be alone with you
Do you truly like your own company in empty moments
These questions answered will tell me all I need
To decide if
If
Our worlds will blend

© 2009 CreativeVibes
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3/8/09

Sensitive Olfactory

I must confess I love the wonderful manly scent of you
No strong odors of perfumed soap for you will do
Just good old Ivory soap upon your skin is all you trust
Until, I introduced you to just a touch of musk

I love to smell the essence of you left within the sheets
To wear your shirt soaked in your aroma so exotically sweet
My olfactory nerves are over sensitive to every fragrance of you it’s true
I must confess
I’m totally obsessed
With the very manly scent
that is uniquely
you

© 2009 CreativeVibes
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2/8/09

UPDATE (where is the new site, dammit?!)



TIBU2.com is still in development, but will be going live before much longer. We're sorry that it's taken so long, but a thing like this is worth doing right. Our development staff has been halved, and with moving and houses and babies flying around, things have been distracting.

The site has been tested- and re-tested- ad nauseum, but mistakes certainly will be revealed as more and more people use the site when it goes live.

The initial launched site will be bare-bones, but more features and functionality will be added as things progress, and the creation will be an ever-evolving process in which we encourage you to take part.

We're glad that you all have shown such interest in the TIBU2.

Thank you- for your patronage, your patience, and your ongoing faith.
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1/27/09

Broken Pearls

Time passed by
Were you walking with me?
Talking to me?
Left over’s of yesterdays gone
Stored memories put away
Closed curtains steal the moonlights shine
I masquerading in leather, lace and Pearls
Became something I thought you wanted
Though it was just your disguise
In broken promises
Static phone calls
Please I tell my audienceLearn my lesson well
I say,It’s not us really…
It’s their game
Cat
Mouse
Superman’s cape
I sat on his lap
YesBlindfolded
Love is blind after all
Trust
screaming
I always knew it was my biggest mistake….
So I lay here now in dead silence
Ripping pearls
Ripping lace
It was never me anyway….
I was not leather
Or number one in your book
I walk away
Laughng
At the tears I spent on so many pages
Why?
Healing in what?
Time…..
Your letters caused a blaze
Made for good fire wood
Yesterday begins to smolder
Oh Dear….
Maybe it was just the pearls after all…..

© 2008 Alexandra Carpenter
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1/24/09

TIBU2 UPDATE


The Talkshoe broadcast did not happen, as some of you may know.  It was a connectivity issue.  There is another one scheduled, and you can check here for more information.



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One of our developers flaked out on us, so we are down to one person, and the launch date looms.  2-1-2009 is the goal, and we hope to get everyone situated and satisfied, but we're certain that there will be a goodly amount of woodshedding necessary in the process, and we thank you in advance for your patience.

Of course, any suggestions, questions, threats, insults, candy or bribes may be directed to: tibu.two@gmail.com.

Thanks.

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1/15/09

When You Capture Me

Romantically think pleasure
Take your time
Start with my mind
fulfill my whspered wishes
Cover me with soft sensual kisses
show me there is no place off limit
Make love to me slowly, don’t rush
Lover take your time

Passionately and sincerely
Let my sweetness
become your weakness
Use your lips and tongue include my ears
Listen to the sweet sounds of my moans
see what you hear
with all your senses

Sensually and honestly say what you mean
and mean what you say
Don’t just tell me you love me
show me you love me
Let all my fantasies that dance in my head
become our reality
Kiss me and lick me all over
until you find all my secret places
Sex me until I scream
with uncontrolled passion

Lovingly and completely
Let my sexual wishes become
your loving commands
Love me with all you have
Mind
Body
Soul

Making love is a gift
A gift I will give you in return
each and every time
If and when I'm yours
and
you're mine



© 2008 Alexandra Carpenter
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1/11/09

Ass Smacking The Ice

Ass Smacking The Ice

Stepping down onto the ground I start to slide
Falling right down onto my backside
Hell that didn’t feel nice
My mittens now are stuck to the ice
Getting back upon my feet laughing
Sliding back down my ass the ice cracking
Finally I’m on my feet again
Noticing the cats in the window all with a grin
With my boots off and socks only on my feet
Made it back to the door and inside my retreat
Was going to recover my things from the outside
Thought better of it as I rubbed my sore ass pride
Besides with my hat, mittens and boots resting nice
Looked like someone invisible having fun on the ice

© 2009 Alexandra C
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1/2/09

2008: Bush’s Last Year By The Numbers

President Bush issued a statement yesterday in which he heralded New Year’s day as “an opportunity to remember the events of the past and look forward with hope to the year ahead.” But as Bush looks forward to leaving office, the nation is stuck with the results of many of the Bush administration’s failed policies.

To mark the passing of Bush’s last full year in office, ThinkProgress rounded up statistics on some of the most significant effects of Bush rule in 2008:

Number Of U.S. Troops Killed in Iraq: 322.
Number Of U.S. Troops Killed in Afghanistan: 151.
Number Of Jobs Lost: 1.9 million.
Number Of Banks Federal Government Now Owns Stock In: 206.
Number Of Uninsured Americans: 47.5 million.

Change In Housing Prices: declined 18 percent.
Change In Health Insurance Premiums: increased 5 percent.
Change In Number Of Delinquent Mortgages: increased 75 percent.
Change In Use Of Food Stamps: increased 17 percent.
Change In Dow Jones Industrial Average: declined 35 percent.
Change In Bush Approval Rating: declined 9 percent to 29 percent.

Paul Krugman noted recently that the Bush administration’s failings have often been obscured in the short-run because the White House was particularly effective at inventing an alternate reality that it then “impressed on the public.” In 2008, however, despite its repeated attempts to wish it away, the reality of its domestic policy failures caught up with Bush administration and the nation.


Source: Think Progress

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12/31/08

GOODBYE, 2008!




Gasoline prices hit an all time high
And we never did quite find out why
A barrel of oil for $100 bucks
Yet, record profits for those corporate fucks!

Food prices in poor countries caused riots
While fat ass Americans went on failed diets!

The stock market, well, it fucking collapsed!
And what the hell happed to the polar ice caps?

Don't bother looking for work--there's no jobs
Everyone's so broke there's not even anyone left to rob!

Bernie Madoff scammed away $58 billion with skill
While the banks all collapsed and we footed the bill!

Sarah Palin couldn't name a single paper she read
Too bad they didn't ask her about fashion mags instead
She was nearly our second in charge, in command
"The Bush Doctine? What do you mean? I don't understand!"
And she wants to run again in 2012
All the democrats are giddy like, "Sure, bitch! Help yourself!"

But at least we protected families--and passed prop 8
To teach all our children the value of hate!

And we spent another year in the middle east
Spreading our special American brand of "peace"!

Meanwhile, Israel wiped the Gaza strip off the map
Women and children too, holy crap!

But We elected a black guy to fix all our ills
And handed him a massive stack of our bills
And said, "Here you go, darky! The country implores!
We fucked up America, so now it's all yours!"
And though, Magic Negro, you may find this whack
If you fix it all up, we'll be wanting it back.

And so, lads and ladies, everything went great
In the Lord's bless-ed year of 2008
And I'm sure things will continue to go just as fine
As we all bend over to welcome in 2009




SOURCE: THE AMAZING ATHEIST
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12/30/08

TIBU2 NEWS AND USER ROSTER

Hi, Everybody!


We have some news for everyone.

REGARDING THE SITE: TIBU2.com will launch on or before February 1st. We know that 1-1-2009 was bandied about, but we'd like the site to be the best it can possibly be prior to launch. A login page may precede the official launch, so you'll be able to set-up your password and perhaps a few other profile features, and any such eventuality will be announced.

REGARDING THE TALKSHOE SHOW: It went off without a hitch. Apparently, some folks were unaware that it was happening, so here is the link to the MP3 archive of last night's show. Thank you to every who participated. The next show is in two weeks, on January 12th, 2009 at 8pm EST. After this second broadcast, we MAY be moving to a Sunday night time-slot to make it easier for folks to participate. Any changes or ideas will be announced here.

REGARDING THE BLOG: Some people are new here, and we've gotten many questions regarding specific users. There are four pages for TIBU2 here on Blogspot (due to a 100-person limit) and so some folks may be a little confused as to who's here and who's where and all that.

TIBU2- page 1:

TIBU2- page 2:


TIBU2- page 3:


TIBU2- page 4:

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Three-Hour TIBU2 Talk-A-Thon Tonight!


Four people were signed on to listen in, and many more showed up. I was there- of course- and Ricky A. Pursley and the gentleman known as Iceberg Flats showed up as well. Ricky came in at about the twenty-minute mark, and Iceberg Flats came on in probably the last hour. The demise of ThisIsBy.Us was discussed- along with many several conspiracy theories, and- especially considering that it was a show with no format- a lot of information was exchanged and disseminated.
We had many anonymous users logging in and asking questions, and that part was good too- it added a bit of spice to the proceedings. All in all, not bad for a first time.

Here is the link to the mp3 archive of the show (2:58:00), 71.3MB download.

The next Talkshoe Event is planned for

01/12/2009 08:00 PM EST.


Thank you to Ricky and Iceberg and to everyone who was involved for their participation and kindness. I’ll talk to you next time.
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12/28/08

Karl Rove thinks history will be kind to the Shrub



Karl Rove believes that history will be kind to George W. Bush.

Think about that simple sentence, and all that it implies with its existence.

Rove: I think that will be a big part of it. I think history is going to see him as a man who put America on a war footing in a struggle that will have shaped the nature of this century. He will be seen as someone who liberated Afghanistan and Iraq. Fifty million people now live in freedom in those two countries who did not know freedom before. And he will also be seen as somebody who's created a strategy to confront terrorism that is going to make America and the world safer in the years to come. Look, judgments of history are harsh in the short run and unfairly so many times. Harry S. Truman left office. In fact the slogan at the time was "To err is Truman". He left town not very popular and yet history regards him now as a much different person and I think this President is not going to leave office with that same state. He's going to be at a relatively low ratings but much better than some of his predecessors. History though is going to be kind to him at the end. I'm absolutely confident of that.

The sad part of it is this- Karl Rove may be correct in his assumption that the Republican Perpetuity Society will manuevre all that the world has suffered at the hands of George W. Bush into all that George W. Bush has suffered with the world. They will spin it until the lower 48.12% of us weep crocodile tears for all that this poor man has suffered.
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12/26/08

Snuggies Have Sleeves!



An interesting product, no doubt.
But are these people so anesthetized in the brain pan
that they think they need to purchase
a new product rather than
putting on a SWEATER?
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12/17/08

Buddha (In The Rain)



Six hours ago my whole life was changed
My entire future was re-arranged
Now I assume the truth, much to my pain
And I walked away, And left Buddha in the rain

Picking up after you
Is all there’s left to do
Would I do it all again?
Well, I can, and I would
Though I don’t know that I should
But I might, and I will
Until there’s nothing left of me to kill
Running forward until time stands still
Well, I will…
I would do it all again…
But I wouldn’t end it
With Buddha in the rain

Buddha was me, you see
And it was all I wanted to be
And I was…
A chubby smile, free from pain
Not a chunk of wood left in the rain
Because…
Would I do it all again?
Well, I can, and I would
Though I don’t know that I should
But I might, and I will
Until there’s nothing left of me to kill
Running forward until time stands still
Well, I will…
I would do it all again…
But I wouldn’t end it
With Buddha in the rain
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A Twist on American History

THE BUREAU OF WHITE AFFAIRS-author unknown.

United Native Americans (UNA)Are proud to announce that it has bought the state of California from The Whites and is throwing it open to Indian settlement. UNA bought California from three winos, found wandering in San Francisco. UNA determined that these three winos were the spokesman for the white people of California. These winos promptly signed the treaty, which was written in Lakota, and sold California for three cases of wine, one bottle of gin, and four cases of beer. Lehman L. Brightman, Commissioner of White Affairs, has announced the following new policies; The Indians have generously agreed to give all Whites living in California four large reservations on which they are to make their new homes

Each reservation will consist of 20 acres and will be located in the following places: Death Valley, The Utah Salt Flats, The Badlands of South Dakota, and the Yukon territory in Alaska. These reservations shall belong to the whites, "...for as long as the sun shines or the grass grows." (or until the Indians want them back.) All land on the reservations will be held in trust for the Whites by The Bureau of White Affairs, and any White who wants to use his land in any way, must secure permission from Commissioner Brightman.

Forced marches and evacuations of Whites are to begin immediately so as to open these lands to Indian settlement as quickly as possible. When Whites arrive at the reservations they will be of course, allowed to sell trades and handicrafts at stands by the roadsides. Each White will be provided annually, with one thin blanket, one pair of tennis shoes, a supply of Spam and a copy of the book, "The Life of Crazy Horse." Commissioner Brightman invites all, politically well connected Indian people, to apply for the positions of Reservation agents. If you have less than one year of education, do not speak English, have an authoritarian personality, proof of dishonesty, and a certificate of incompetence, consider yourself well qualified for the position. Paternalistic attitudes and delusions of grandeur a plus. No Whites need apply.

Commissioner Brightman also announced the founding of four boarding schools, to which all White youngsters will be sent at the age of six (6). "We want to take those kids far away from the backward culture of their parents," he said. The schools will be located on Alcatraz Island, the Florida Everglades, Point Barrow, Alaska, and Hong Kong. All students arriving at the schools will be stripped of their clothing and forced to wear Indian garb. They will be forced to grow their hair long and in time wear it in braids. Upon arrival, at the schools all White children, will be given IQ tests to determine their understanding of Indian language, culture and survival skills.

All those white children that do not measure up to Indian standards will be considered mentally compromised and shunted into courses appropriate to students destined to live lives engaged in menial hard labor. All courses will be taught in Lakota and any child caught speaking English will have their mouth washed out with soap, be whipped, and/or be locked in solitary confinement and denied food for a period of days. Hospitals will be established for the reservations as follows: Whites at Death Valley Reservation may go to the Bangor, Maine Hospital; those at the Yukon Reservations may go to the Miami Beach Hospital; those at the Utah Salt Flats Reservations may go to the Juneau, Alaska Hospital; and those at the Badlands Reservation may receive medical care at the Honolulu, Hawaii, hospital.

All hospitals will be staffed by one medical student, a chiropractor, and two crabby army nurses. All hospitals will be supplied with one case of aspirin, a box of Epsom salts, and one box of Band-Aids, a pair of pliers, one set of vice grips, and an Exacto knife and a liberal supply of suppositories. Dental care will consist of extraction's only. All whites in need of vision correction will be given a pamphlet on how to squint. All former White churches will be converted to amusement parks for the entertainment of Indians. Interesting statuary and religious artifacts will be purloined by Indian people and sold as curios and collectibles for display in Indian museums and in private collections. To honor the memory of the former White inhabitants, streets, towns, and geographical locations will be given quaint White names.

Also at Indian sporting events, mascots depicting white people dressed in period clothing will be trotted out at half-time. These mascots will be made up to resemble cultural icons of the White race as interpreted by Indian experts. A few such examples will be Clem Kadidlehopper, Gomer Pyle, Elmer Fudd, Barney Fife, Yosemite Sam, and the Three Stooges. In this way Indian children will be educated of how White people looked and acted. Any Whites that protest this honor will be regarded as cranks and spoilsports. Indian academics will immediately begin excavations of White cemeteries. Bones and artifacts will be removed and studied.

Special attention will be paid to the skulls of White people. These skulls will be measured and scrutinized so that Indian people can determine just what is wrong with white people. After these studies have been completed, the remains will be sent to Pine Ridge, South Dakota. The remains will be stored in cardboard boxes in the basement of The Red Cloud Indian School where they will collect dust and be forgotten. White people whose ancestors wind up in boxes at The Red Cloud School and wish to have the remains sent to them for re-burial will have to fill out 742 different forms, in triplicate, do 28 push ups, and 76 jumping jacks, all the while balancing a bowl of wild rice on their heads. If all these requirements are met successfully, and satisfy the subjective judgments of uninterested Indian bureaucrats, the remains will be promptly returned in 2.4 generations, more-or-less.

This version of a twist on American history, was taken from the Leonard Peltier newsletter, "In the Spirit of Crazy Horse."
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REMOVED

In the past, another forgotten face
I can almost remember, what it was I misplaced
And I can almost decipher these cryptic runes
Symbols all point to the fact
That there’s been too many bodies removed

In the battle of my life
I’ve seen many faces fade
My ears strain to remember
The strangled sounds they made
In the end, the jagged edges
Are rounded much too smooth
And in the end, I know my friend
There’ll be too many bodies removed

I’d like to find the reasons why
Or maybe just because
An urge to cut through the paint and the metal
To the lost little boy I was

But to do that
my future grave
must someday be exhumed
And in the end
I’m just another body
Filling up just another tomb
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12/12/08

Who Will I Be?

My mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's five years ago. This poem was written at the skilled nursing facility where she spent ten weeks following a nine day stay in the hospital. I stayed at the hospital with her day and night and at the nursing facility from early morning until after she fell asleep at night. She was afraid and wanted to retreat to her bed. She asked to lie down every seven seconds during the time when she was awake. Her body ached from so much bed time and she was very verbal about the pain. This poem reflects the angst I felt then.



Who will I be when I am done with this?

I worked so hard to find who I am,

Only to put life aside to help you through the process

Of disintegrating from the mother I knew,

Kind, caring, creative and funny,

Into a disinterested, whining, tossing and turning ghost of a person.

“Get out of bed and live a little!” I want to yell,

Knowing that soon, bed will be your world.

You will go silent,

And lose the ability to eat, to breathe and to circulate blood.

I will watch and care for you through the years

This disease runs its course.

I will give me to help you digress with dignity.

After its done, who will I be?

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A Release From The Pain Of Living



Wax Episodic and then
Wane neurotic and then
Cripple yourself and then
Stifle yourself and then
Shut your mouth
Don’t let those words get out

Fornicate and then
Masturbate and then
Expectorate and then
Abacinate and then
Kill your mind
Leave It All Behind
And…..Don’t Let Those Thoughts Get Out Of Line


Hallucinate and then
Disintegrate and then…
NOTHING.
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