FIGHTING THE SERPENT OF EUGENICS
Temecula, CA – Saturday people across the nation will stand up to being slowly poisoned for profit by
Absent will be groups of Calvary-style Christians, Muslims, Jews, and all other patriotic huddled masses. Who attends and who doesn’t is being recorded. (Psalm 37)
Recently over at a band’s studio a conversation started [by me] about the GMO fight, eugenics [now known by another name as the ‘white sheet words’ analogy illustrates] and world de-population attempts. Surprisingly enough, one of the most astute friends argued back in favor of de-population but for different reasons than expressed by those behind the Orange Curtain.
Later as I thought about our debate stalemate, which is how we always end up [told you he was smart], I thought of my main reason against de-population being because Jesus died for everyone. Of course there people on the planet, imho, that it wouldn’t break my heart to lose but that’s not my call. I’m just a person, a mortal. But as I felt this logic was surface level, I delved deeper into why a person looking to reach his 69th birthday in less than two months is really giving a shit.
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Then it dawned on me. My young pro de-population friend isn’t a parent, yet. Since we just celebrated Mother’s Day and Father’s Day is coming, being a parent who likes that position, means you care about the future because the kids are the future. Martin Luther King, Jr. said that to me when I met him and as the parent of a parent, the future is important to me for them.
Even the 420Nurses, a young group I hang with, isn’t because I’m a dirty old man but because they promote the future medicinal product side of cannabis, which is also under attack by the same friendly folks down at Monsanto, an equal opportunity enemy.
I care about the future. That’s why I write, that’s why I read, and that’s the way I roll.
See you Saturday at the March.
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Read about it here by Tuesday, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise. Late.