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Are we a racist Nation ?~ America or any COUNTRY. Do you believe that Hate SPEACH is against HUMANITY- answer that – Question yourself – is your insides the same as everyone else. ๐Ÿค— Perhaps others need this right now to understand we ARE Brothers and Sisters on Earth together. ๐Ÿค— Interesting stuff that isn’t it folk! Keep reading ๐Ÿ˜Šsimple little Thoughts of the day ๐Ÿ˜ HELLO WORLD sprinkle KINDNESS wherever you go- it’s free you know ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜…

From day one, itโ€™s just been my white mom and me, although thatโ€™s nothing I would complain about. Throughout my life, she has been one of the only people in my white family to acknowledge and promote me being black. Since I never knew or met my father or the black side of my family, that was a big thing. I had nobody of color in my known family and for a while, very few black people in my life at all. Looking back on 18 years of living, my mom has been the only person in my family who encourages me and helps me understand what it means to be black, live life as a black youth and young man. Sheโ€™s the only person who ever brought black role models into my life and acknowledged the struggles Iโ€™ve faced being a black young man.

Malachi in a football uniform on the field with his mother.

One of the largest nuisances Iโ€™ve faced has been people constantly insisting that I โ€œpick a side.โ€ I was born to a white mom and a black father who was never present, making me half black and light skinned. Because of who I am, people throughout my life, especially into high school, would insist on me being either black or white. Maybe it was because Iโ€™m from the south, but people casually tell me I am โ€œtoo whiteโ€ to really be black. And, yet for someone who was โ€œtoo white,โ€ I constantly dealt with the disadvantages that came with being black in the American south.

My grandma is one of the people who constantly insisted I was white whenever she got the chance. If I ever mentioned being black around my grandma, she would always chime in with โ€œyouโ€™re white, tooโ€ no matter who I was talking to or what the context was. She could literally be in another room as I mentioned being black and she would holler into the room that Iโ€™m also white. My grandmother once even sat me down to try and explain to me how President Obama was black, and I was different because Iโ€™m white. Even though we both are mixed are both were born of a white mother and black father, it seemed to miss her. To her President Obama and I were two totally different racial categories simply because she said so and could somehow justify it in her narrow mind. My mom explained to me that this is called cognitive dissonance.

No matter how much my grandma or others insisted I was white I still have to struggle with the burdens and microaggressions that black people regularly face. When I was 15 and 16 I learned to drive knowing that getting pulled over for any reason, even as small as for a speeding ticket, could get me shot by a cop without reason or cause. While other kids were learning to yield to pedestrians, my mom taught me to put my hands on the dash and not make any sudden moves in the case of a traffic stop.

I learned that the white cop who stopped me as I was walking around Downtown Fort Myers with my white girlfriend just to ask her in the middle of our date โ€œAre you okay? Is this man bothering you?โ€ wouldnโ€™t see me as white but as a black man who has no business walking around town with a white young lady. He sees me as a nuisance and a trouble maker.

I grew up knowing that no matter how white I am, confederate flag toting rednecks would still have no problem telling me and my friends to โ€œgo back home you niggersโ€ as they drove by in their pickup trucks. Whenever somebody asks what race I am I proudly say that I am black. Because being half white has shown me the privileges that come with being white while providing me access to none of them. Being half black simply gives me a window to peer into the house of the white world as I stand outside getting soaked by the downpour of burdens that come with being black.

We had a black PRESIDENT

We had a black First Lady

We had black attorney general’s, one man and one woman

We have a black Secretary of State

We had a black Chief of Staff for the Armed Services

We have a black female National Security Advisors

A back woman is among the ten wealthiest people in the contry

We have a black Supreme Court Justice

We have a Hispanic female Supreme Court Justice

We have black Congressmen, black Senators, black mayors and black entertainers

We have black Police Officers and black Firefighters

We have a Black Miss American Pagent

We have a black woman win the Miss American Pagent ( no White Miss American Pageants allowed) ๐Ÿ˜Š

The National Football League is 70% black

The National Basket League is 75% black

Major League Baseball is 45% black

All these accomplishments, yet African Americans are just now topping 13% of the American population

Still believe we are a racist nation? PROBABLY








The fact that humanity
Has to clarify that any lives
Should be concern enough ๐Ÿค—

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The two incompatible ways to manage society

  1. Crucial direction of social development.

a. In society, the crucial issue is discipline.

b. All human mood and conduct via the mind, there are only

two ways of bringing discipline to the mind, by external

threat, or by self-discipline.

c. In our modern world there is a highly developed cultural

tradition representing each these two conflicting and

incompatible social ideologies.

i. Islam: Asserts the group over the individual.

Externally exerted compliance, carried by religious

fervor. Islam requires all human spirits be Muslims.

The way of life is the Muslim way. Enforced social

discipline, cultural police, comply with the accepted

manner of the group, people do as required or the

sanctions are extreme, such as cutting off hands,

beheading, and stoning.

ii. Western society: Asserts the individual over the

group. Individual expected to be reasoned, fair, and

self-disciplined within the rule of law. Asserts all

human spirits can be as they choose. The way of life

is the way they choose. Self-discipline required of

the individual, resistance to all imposed sanctions

expressed in the ideal of human rights.

d. The west is the only cultural system able to commit to

supporting the spiritual fulfillment of each unique human

spirit. For detailed discussion refer The Western Way,

number 25 on the list of citation.


e. These two incompatible ideological/cultural positions

are today in intense rivalry and significant global

conflict. Over the next 50 years humanity will pass over

a tipping point, if Islam wins, humanity will be hampered

for several hundred years until the demands for

personal spiritual fulfilment in life will over throw the

choke-hold of Islamic social control. In terms of the

evolution of modern western ideology, it will be the

Inquisition all over again.

  1. Question: there is ample global evidence to support the

analysis, refer The silent majority do not count,


/10157098837812346. Which do you support … a

society where each unique spirit is free to pursue its own

chosen life fulfillment, or a society where the spiritual

and life path direction is dictated?

In your choice you will set the living experience of your great grandchildren.

“LAZARUS SUNDAY!”* a poem, dedicated to Ed and Katie, our friends.

“LAZARUS SUNDAY!”* a poem, dedicated to Ed and Katie, our friends. Posted: April 11, 2019 (Thursday) Written: April 7, 2019 (Sunday)

We-two played tennis, years ago;
I sang with Ed, a tenor “pro!”
His-choir-voice, so sweet and fine,
And-his-wife-Katie, her-voice, Divine!

Well, Ed-got-sick; our-friendsmoved-away,
And-Ed-died recently! Let us pray:

“Lord, Katie’s back! (pause) Lazarus-came-back-too!
Katie came home, to-sing with-me-and-you;
To let us know – that all is fine,
And death is vanquished – in this rhyme!”

“Hi, there Katie!” Let us pause,
Whil-st Katie peels-off – all the gauze!
Behold! Not-Lazarus! but Eddie’s face,
And-our-lovers share a fond embrace!

All around us, people cheer,
For Death has passed, both far and near,
And, thanks to “God,” all people live!
Such praise – we-all – will surely give!

We cheer: “Praise God! No one is lost;
Thy birth! Thy death! Our Pentacost!”

Lent will pass; we’ll-surely-be-filled!
Our-fears-and-doubts? They-will-be-stilled!

fin โค

* – This was written during a church service on Lazarus Sunday (04/07/2019), to commemorate Lazarus Saturday, coming up on 04/13/2019!

FUNNY Cute little vegemite’s ๐Ÿ˜

William Holding ~ POET ๐Ÿ’ฅUnderstanding woman๐Ÿ’ฅ


“THE INTOXICATING POWER OF LOVE!” a poem, a.k.a.: “It Must Be A Spell!” April 6, 2019 (Saturday)

She’s a witch, for she-puts-potions,
In my food – and uses lotions,
So she smells,
Like-an-animal (and I can tell)
That I am drugged, ’cause NO ONE LOOKS AS GOOD AS HER!
Or smells that good, I must concur,
That I CRAVE HER! She is SO pretty,
And THAT, I know, must-be a-witch’s-titty;
Because they grow and call to me!!
I’m-“in-rapture,” can’t you see?

I can not speak a decent line,
To celebrate HER in a rhyme,
Because I’m drunk for love of her;
I am a lost and lonely cur,
But I don’t care, I haven’t time,
To wonder-about my state of mind,
Or why it is (pause) it-is-that-I’m,
Unable! to-talk-or-think-of-much,
EXCEPT OF HER!-and-to-touch-and-clutch,
Her cute and shapely but,
A horny bas- – -d-yes, but-at-least,
I know this much: She IS a witch,
AND I’M A WARLOCK, in love, with-itch!!!

[I LOVE this witch! Oh, what a catch!]
I’m smelling blood-in-love-with-you,
and I don’t know just what to do,
Except to love you, love you even more!

fin โค

“Oh,ย  GOD(?) , How Can You Tell?”ย  a poem, in the series “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!”ย ย  April 5, 2019ย  [Freya’s Day]~ J Jay SAMUEL DAVIS ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ

“Oh, GOD(?) , How Can You Tell?” a poem, in the series “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” April 5, 2019 [Freya’s Day]

Is (s)he THE ONE, for whom you’ve waited?
Is (s)he THE ONE? Are-you-two-“fated!?”

A-Soul-mate!? Well, now, I-can’t-wait,
To-see-you-again! You’re-JUST-SO-GREAT!

How-to-tell? [with]-all-the-lovers-out-there?
Wonderful! Glorious! Se ( ) y – and Fair!

How-you-how-are-you gonna-tell?
Are-your-ears-ringing? with-a-wedding-bell?
That “tolls,” yes, tolls – when (s)he appears;
Is (s)he THE-ONE? No-more-lonely-tears?

WELL, I DON’T-KNOW! Maybe no-one-does,
[whisper] “But-I-[still]-think-(s)he-is JUST BECAUSE:
When-I-think-of-him (her) and-I-call her (his) name,
It occurs to me, if it’s all the same,
That (s)he’s-someone-I-could-[always] stand-beside;
(S)he’s-the-one-I-love-to-cuddle – ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT!”

BESIDES! When my friends see him (her) comin’, THEY-TAKE-“COVER!”
I-think-they-sense-ETERNITY! She’s-my -“for-ever lover!”

Lastly, we’re-so-excited – whenever we do play;
I don’t believe in GOD, but, with-her, I-might-just-pray,
For I think I see an angel – IN THOSE PERFECT EYES,
And-I just-love-her(his)manner – and (pause)
(S)HE’s “the perfect size!” ๐Ÿ™‚ – Mmmm!

fin โค


“GIRL IN A BAR!” a poem, inspired by the face of a 16 year old genius! April 5, 2019 (Friday)

YOU’RE SO PRETTY! (pause and sigh) That’s-how-I-KNOW-this-is-all-a-dream!
YOU’RE A JEWEL, in The Sea of Consciousness! Crazed! I-choke-&-scream!!!
But – I-scream – in loving, vibrant, sub-decibel-ed tones!
Screams! intermingled – with sensual moans!

I gaze at your lips – [and] Solomon’s Song comes to mind,
Where a loved-crazed Jewish boy – writes-of -his-lover’s-behind!!
And how her breasts, like-globes-of-pudding, stroke-his-face,
Sending rapturous vibrations ALL OVER THE PLACE!

For, you-should-know, I-WOULD-sleep with-(and-in) your-underwear,
Because it-would-feel like Heaven to me,
Knowing-those-panties-touched-your-skin, would-make-me-pee!

I-see-the-flair of your nostrils, and I want some-of-your-snot;
Your eyes, bluer than the skies – Now, them I-got,
Stuck! in-my-mind in-my-heart [and in my pants]
You’re so gorgeous, I think I’ll take a chance!*

So, here-I-go, wandering-to-you – dribbling! just a little,
Pulling back my shoulders – and adjusting my taunt diddle,
To-invite-you-for-a-drink – or for-the-rest-of-my-life!
[No! I’m not asking [that] you be my wife!]

WHAT I CAN DO! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoa! Yeah!

fin โค

๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoa! Yeah!

fin โค

* – Drunk as I must be – on your beauty!

DID YOU KNOW that ? ๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ™‰

A picture from the Swiss spaghetti harvest in 1957. Here in the Ticino, on the borders of Switzerland and Italy, the slopes overlooking Lake Lugano have already burst into flower at least a fortnight earlier than usual. ๐Ÿค—J JAY SAMUEL DAVIES ~ HAPPY April Fools Day ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ’ฅ

A picture from the Swiss spaghetti harvest in 1957.
Here in the Ticino, on the borders of Switzerland and Italy, the slopes overlooking Lake Lugano have already burst into flower at least a fortnight earlier than usual.

But what, you may ask, has the early and welcome arrival of bees and blossom to do with food? Well, it is simply that the past winter, one of the mildest in living memory, has had its effect in other ways as well. Most important of all, it’s resulted in an exceptionally heavy spaghetti crop.

The last two weeks of March are an anxious time for the spaghetti farmer. There is always the chance of a late frost which, while not entirely ruining the crop, generally impairs the flavour and makes it difficult for him to obtain top prices in world markets. But now these dangers are over and the spaghetti harvest goes forward.

Spaghetti cultivation here in Switzerland is not, of course, carried out on anything like the tremendous scale of the Italian industry. Many of you, I am sure, will have seen pictures of the vast spaghetti plantations in the Po valley. For the Swiss, however, it tends to be more of a family affair.

Another reason why this may be a bumper year lies in the virtual disappearance of the spaghetti weevil, the tiny creature whose depradations have caused much concern in the past.

After picking, the spaghetti is laid out to dry in the warm Alpine air. Many people are very puzzled by the fact that spaghetti is produced in such uniform lengths. This is the result of many years of patient endeavour by plant breeders who suceeded in producing the perfect spaghetti.

Now the harvest is marked by a traditional meal. Toasts to the new crop are drunk in these boccalinos, then the waiters enter bearing the ceremonial dish. This is, of course, spaghetti — picked early in the day, dried in the sun, and so brought fresh from garden to table at the very peak of condition. For those who love this dish, there is nothing like real home-grown spaghetti.

“Ain’t nothin’ in the world that I like better
Than mushrooms & garlic & home grown spaghetti
Up in the mornin’ out in the garden
Get you a ripe one don’t get a hard one
Plant ’em in the spring eat ’em in the summer
All winter without ’em’s a culinary bummer
I forget all about the sweatin’ & diggin’
Everytime I go out and pick me a long one
Homegrown spaghetti home grown spaghetti
Wha’d life be without homegrown spaghetti
Only two things money can’t buy
That’s true love and homegrown spaghetti
I’ve been out to eat and that’s for sure
But it’s nothin’ that homegrown spaghetti won’t cure
Put ’em in a bowl or put ’em in a stew
You can make your very own spaghetti juice
Eat ’em with eggs eat ’em with gravy
Eat ’em with beans pinto or navy
Put ’em on the side put ’em in the middle
Put home grown spaghetti on a hotcake griddle
If I’s to change this life that I lead I’d be
Johnny spaghetti seed
Cause I know what this country needs
Homegrown spaghetti in every yard you see
When I die don’t bury me In a box in a cemetery
Out in the garden would be much better
I could be pushin’ up homegrown spaghetti”
-inspired by an essay on homegrown spaghetti by Jesper Deleuran. From a song by Guy Clark

Home Grown spaghetti ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚
Home Grown spaghetti
Happy April Fools Day ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿค—



“ALWAYS TO YOU, IN THE SUN’S RAINBOW HUE!”ย  March poem in the series: “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!”ย ย ย  March 21, 2019 {Thursday}๐Ÿ’™

“ALWAYS TO YOU, IN THE SUN’S RAINBOW HUE!” March poem in the series: “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” March 21, 2019 {Thursday}

TRY-NOT to-be certain – or too terribly wise!
BUT – DO try to be happy! – and DO – sympathize,
With our neighbors who suffer! Yes, we suffer too;
WE ALL TRY TO GET BY – It’s all we can do,
But-it’s-much-better-to-have-HUMOR, and a good point of view,
PLEASE KISS ME OUTSIDE! In-“The Sun’s Rainbow Hue!”

For SUNSHINE AND FRESH AIR – will heal us just fine!
Breathe deeply! and-know – THAT I THINK YOU’RE DIVINE,
Whether-you-smile- or-you’re-“serious,” even-if there’s “trouble,”
I LOVE TO REACH OVER – and pop each “bad” bubble!

But – a day at a time, Poo! Let’s breathe long and nice;
It-puts-“the rosy” in-your-cheeks – Then, your sugar and spice,
Comes out when we cuddle – Oh! I DO LOVE YOU SO!
I’ve many-poems-ALL: TO-YOU –
I wanted you to know!

fin โค

“Stephen Hawking’s one year death notice is two days away! J JAY SAMUEL DAVISON

“Stephen Hawking’s one year death notice is two days away! He passed last year on March 14, according to most accounts! I interviewed him this morning, and I am uncertain if he has ‘officially’ altered his position regarding the existence of God. However, whenever I did try to inject ‘God’ into the conversation, his immediate response was just something like: ‘That Bitch!’ Anyway, I showed him this little poem I wrote, and he said: ‘You suck!’ I thanked him for his sentiment and gave him a wet kiss before I returned to my studio!”* {footnote: As I turned from Mr. Hawking, I think I heard him say: “Lean on Me!” However, it could have been: “Lemme pee!”}

“SCIENCE EXPLAINS THAT THE EXISTENCE OF AN OMNIPOTENT, OMNISCIENT &/OR OMNIPRESENT GOD IS JUST NOT POSSIBLE!” a poem for Tuesday, March 12, 2019 , two days before and to celebrate the one year anniversary of Stephen Hawking’s death!

[1] (S)he wouldn’t have put up with us for this long;
(S)he’s LOVING! NOT stupid!! Am I wrong?

[2] THE INVISIBLE THINGS AREN’T!! We can STILL spot germs,
So, if The Emperor REALLY has new clothes, we’d-already-have-“come-to-terms!”

[3] NOBODY! is Everybody – or Everything – or – Everywhere at once,
EXCEPT SANTA! So, take this hat and sit in The Corner, you _________!**

[4] “Absolute power corrupts ABSOLUTELY!”
And-ONLY-women-have-that!! and-maybe-Trump-‘n’-Putin (but-NOT-“acutely!”)

[5] Minor Gods come; and Minor Gods go,
But ONE Supreme One? – Well, you’ll never know,
And LOVE loves HATE – and hates “Exhibition Football!” ๐Ÿ™‚ – I am not convinced!

IF THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY! [Oh! – and Everything’s ODD!****]

fin โค

* – I ate lots of garlic & onions with my buffalo burger and rancid coffee this morning! It was my pre-interview meal, and I didn’t brush very well! ๐Ÿ™‚ – I suck!
** – Brilliant Theologian! *** – Just like people who live in India!
**** – UNLESS IT’S EVEN, according to Stephen Hawking’s implanted alien being who moves his mouth and eyes!

Stephen Hawking ๐Ÿ™