State of the What?

Last Night's State of the Union Address Bush sends a clear message to the world in his address: distress.

Rodleen Getsic

What the President said last night describes exactly the state of the world: "a contagion of violence," (in his own words).

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Anarchy is what? Severe dictatorship is now taking place. The House sits strong. Senator McCain slept through his speech.

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The goals for Bush's five year plan are to increase US involvement in Iraq, Iran, North Korea, Africa.... The world all over- war and aid and terror. I heard the President push folks to volunteer to war, and I heard him say "do not wear the uniform." He praised a man with a silver star for standing with courage in front of a gunner to block the shot. Some people spoke privately about the President's involvement with Ms. Rice. "Condoleeza's his girlfriend," said HippiSteve.

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What about the State of The Union? Where do we stand? "War on terror!" Waronterr? This is the focus President Bush is envisioning for our future. More war. He wants to "fight against extremism." (Which makes no sense, for he himself is an extremist.) He wants "victory." Bush is promoting war and control. This is outright aggravated assault on the Middle East, and soon, the world, and us. This is ludicrous. The meanwhile neglect of our own nation's divided [untied] states leaves us as vulnerable as never before. Our homeland is not secure.

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What is President Bush's vision on how "America cannot fail?"

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"Waronterr!" Rhymes with: "Moron Scare."

Grand Tidings with the Winds and in the Shadows of the Moon

Rodleen Getsic

moonshadow
wind waves night

✸captured in my journal ✸
I am blazing in my mind. It's all so wild to grasp. Everything feels so fragile. So many things. Trans gressing thots rock the tides of my life, Resounding in unison and re flecting in real daze. Moving away from being down (ah, but it goes with the territory). It is the fleeting momence such as this that I give thanks in.

Blestwishes tearing thru the scheme of things. It's all coming together and making sense now.

A miriad of motion overcomes my HAND's pen as I write it out to make sense.

My hand even cramps in
the
worded
sen
tenses.

Food.

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Then I ate above the crashing waves.

❤Bella blest the food bellA❤

I gave her a million dollar bill.

Now, back to my ridge above hidden treasures

candle, guitar, good night

ORACION A LA MANO PODEROSA





Blestwishes®

(tm 2007)

Wed nes Day, January 10, 2007

Rodleen Getsic

It was some while ago already when things were different. The ball bounces into courts new and abroad now as we encounter the closest experience to gether the gather all at once. I winced. Or, was it a wink? Ah. But family dies and is born again. The beachside stranglers keep on going as I stand here mesmerized by the constant flow that the world spins with. I could sing any key at any given moment if we just let me. At the encountering of this millennium's seventh year, there was a kiss from some unknown mystery of a soul. People pass through walls sometimes not because they are only figments, but because the wall is. Just die. That is what charly did on the course. He couldve made it, but he jumped back in to save some civilians. Thank god everyone else sur vived. Or did we? I saw the russman last night. "Why dont you just move?" asked one of the newscasters abruptly, echoing the words of San buena Ventura (a county cursing the holy name they have been given via discourse ockering horrific results which will ebb in more disaster). La Conchita. This is my life, my home. My children were born here. I moved here before the ranch started watering their avocado trees, saturating the hill behind my home. I have lived here before the county super sat in his playschool chair directing children, and now he stands pointing fingers of blame at our small village, professing that we are a 'burden'. The press prints the idea that what is happening here is a 'geological event'. Sobeit. Yet the geology is neogeology. Rincon. Punta Gorda. This precious hill of earth that I live in front of has been stable for thousands of years. Now, an ancient landslide has been reactivated by bad decisions linked to a company and a county. Ventura. Rincon Investment. Like a liar keeps building his story, in the end his story will not hold up. But in the meantime, my people are the butt of the story. Endangered. We have been buried alive, and heartless governmen only wave their arms around, breaking a leg, getting claps, and professing that they will save the state. Emergence. The state of the nation is crumbling from sea to whining see.



Two years ago today La Conchita was crushed by a land failure. One third of the community died, including small children and dogs. The town remains in danger, looking like a third-world country. The ranch is still watering daily. Even driving by on the 101, one can see the water pouring out of the side of the hill. www.LaConchita.net

007's Arrival !!!

Rodleen Getsic

Hidden Treasures, Mama Carolyn, Cafe Stella....

.....And a kiss!