Side-Effects of a Vegemite Challenge – the loss of ones eyebrow… (with video)

Deep sleeper?


Not the usual quality of my posts, but none the less could be funny…

Supposed to do a Vegemite Challenge, been pretty crook lately and have not be able to do it, this was the punishment…

Moral of the story: keep to your word…


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How to battle rising fascism

A Corbin led Labour Party is a start in England, but the USA is much trickier as the Democrats are still controlled by hawkish, centrists who favor increasing profits by shipping jobs abroad. NAFTA, GATT2, Welfare Reform, Banking Reform and the doubling of the US prison population all came under Clinton, and anti American labor and racist policies they have been. Bernie Sanders set the bar, but not enough democratic candidates can even get credentials as pro labor, no less environmentalists, $15 per hour minimum wage, universal health care with MAJOR price decreases for all medical and pharmaceutical services and products are required now.

The battle here is to get the dems to be real left wingers. Until a real left winger (Hubert Humphrey comes to mind) is nominated and wins at the top of the ticket, and influences senators and congress-women and men to pass genuine left wing laws (including ending all wars! We’ve been warring since 1940!) we will not bite away at the fascist state that started in 1980.

“When big business and big government do only the business of big government and big business, thst is fascism,” Benito Mussolini.

The Queen


Just an Inquisitive Soul

As a woman in this world,

We’re told to behave.

Be in your limits,

Don’t dare to crave.

For centuries it has been,

Women treated less than men.

They were things to conquer

And humans to tame.


They shouldn’t be seen,

Neither the skin nor hide

Taught to sit silent,

And let anger pass as a tide.

But there was someone

A different woman, Oh yes.

Who knew her boundaries,

But couldn’t care less

She made her rules,

And broke many of the others.

She set sails to her destiny,

Not caring for the chatters.

A young boy, mesmerized

Asked her once.

You’re not ordinary,

Coz you act like a princess.

She looked at him and smiled,

Twirling her hair, she replied.

I’m not a princess mon chéri,

For I’m the Queen of my life.

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Alliance of Syrian & Iranian Socialists’ Statement on Assad’s Chemical Bombing & Trump’s Latest Airstrikes


Syria Freedom Forever - سوريا الحرية للأبد

The Trump administration’s  April 6 targeted missile strike on the Syrian airbase from which the chemical attack was launched, is not a reflection of any genuine concern for the Syrian people.  It will not help the struggle against the Assad regime, ISIS and Al Qaida.    Instead, this administration’s latest airstrikes are motivated by other aims.

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Storming the Bastille, NCPS Poetry night

Join us on Thursday (tomorrow) for “Storming the Bastille”

Poetry readings by North Carolina Poetry “Royalty”

Grace Ocasio, Peter Makuk, Joanna Catherine Scott, Bill Griffin, Joan Barasovska, and David Radavich!  All in One Night!  Also A poetry Open Mic, and spiritually uplifting music by Jewel Song and the poetry and music of Alice Osborn.


And here’s one for you from my pen:


Genocide, Slavery, Greed

We cry for the slavery that led to such wealth,

This is not just  the land of the free.

We witness genocide all over this earth.

What can we do to end greed?

We cry for the land, full of modified crops

We must work to save human life.

What will our grandchildren have to live through

Since our appetite causes such strife?

The oil wars that started a decade ago

Have moved toward the Caspian Sea.

We are the dissidents, loud, without fear,

Even if we are cut at the knees.

We cry for the news they keep off TV,

The grapevine could snap any day.

Disinformation is the age we live in,

So who’s going to show us the way?

The answer is simple, we grow as a team,

A new brotherhood in the light.

We must build the village, invite all your friends,

This is no time to give up the fight!

They have all the bombs, the juntas abound,

Monsanto is spraying the poor.

We must dig our hands into arable land

Or genetics will foul every spore.

Profit mongers have sucked the earth dry,

We must reclaim all that we can.

Industrial China, the last frontier,

Soon money will own every man.

The kids on the streets are locked-down together,

Push a bike, and you could get ten years!

All this is forced because we stopped caring,

Yet some offer blood, sweat and tears.

We couldn’t stop bosses from shipping our jobs,

The replacement is for-profit jails.

Our schools are rotting, so teach if you can,

Where it counts, not Harvard or Yale.

The time is upon us, united as friends

We can make anything grow.

Come join the party, sing and dance all the day,

Tomorrow we get out the vote.

We cry for the genocide, slavery, greed

That persists after thousands of years.

It’s late, but there’s time, if we really work hard

We can stop the torrent of tears.

Southern Anti Racism Network Fundraiser, Friday, July 15th

Some homework reading for Friday:

UntitledWe are all humans .

There is no doubt, even though this poem is 20 years old, the this type of problem

is now a lot worse than back then.


The Fundraiser starts at 6pm on Friday, July 15th as Unexposed Microcinema.  There will be poems and music and readings, and pleas for unity.  The goal is $2900, but the much bigger goal is community building and a change in the way people interact.  Why is Durham still so polarized by race, economic status, religion, when allowing the media to determine who our enemies are should be ignored in favor of finding out who are friends are IN PERSON, not in electronica.

 UNEXPOSED Microcinema

105 Hood Street #5 Durham NC 27701.

This is just around the corner from the intersection of E. Main St. and Fayetteville Street. It’s behind JC’s Kitchen, and down the block from Ponysaurus.

See you soon!


Status Quo


For now the streets are cluttered:

The poor kill off the poor,

But this won’t last forever

If the “Quo” keeps getting worse.


Guns for sale in neighborhoods

Where crime is the only living

Quarts and vials and bullets

Take without ever giving.


“Innocent” bystanders

Are the ones to blame.

Standing by in times like these

Leaves everything the same.


The quo goes “living standards

Will be on the decline.”

While multi-national barons

Continue their money climb.


No chums around a fireplace

When you can’t pay the bills.

While money-man is traveling

In search of bigger thrills.


Sooner rather than later

The poor will raise their arms.

Replacing all the suited men

Regardless of the harm.


The system as we know it’

Is fading thanks to this:

The greedy haven’t realized

Their life ain’t worth a piss.


The ticking clock inside the bomb

Has passed the witching hour.

There is little hope for most,

So when will freedom flower?


It will when people with the time

Turn to lend a hand,

It will when greedy governors

Give back a hunk of land


The quo has made it possible

For us to live like rats.

Your life to them means nothing

You could end up a stat.


As the status quo gets worse

Violence rules the day.

We better help each other now.

Let us pray.