…so I practiced on an ash log out beside the firepit.  Tried to convince it to see things a little differently.  It just sat there, stoic, set in its day.  So I looked up over the tree line, listening…to see if I could hear Epictetus speaking in prayer on behalf of Zeus….  Some thread of meaningful repartee that could bridge the chasm between red what & blue what.  But nothing … so I just let it lie. & returned to the keyboard to reply to you, equal. Where I presume to find nothing that can be said … not one thin dime … nothing that has ever been said … that will amount to enough, presumably, …  to EVER tear down the wall.      

& so be it, I reason, here in the shadows of the manufactured rightist machine…

Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

~ Knowles Shaw, 1874 (… Same shit, different day)

u look close at the truest definition of right-wing, & there are meaninful ideologies therein.

u look close at the truest definition of left-wing,  & there are meaningful ideologies therein.  

Together they are how … say … the Lakota lived (for the most part), but it was the wrongest notions o both ideologies that oppressed the Lakota; TOOK the land o the farmer for sake o the railroads & banks; & is now trearing us apart from the inside-out here as we speak.  So to go ahead forth with the same shit, different day, different faces, different ads, is to continue depleting all that is tangible & meaningful about this planet while selling-our-souls to the CEO.  & yet we keep knocking each other on the bean for sake o nada