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An old memory, while my brother visits. Out of our youth. Standing on a cliff here in Mexico overlooking the ocean waves far below, and another cliff and other waves comes to mind for us. Our father saying, always remember this, and learn from it. Walky Walky Jump. That is the name the natives of this small island in the Ryukus off of Japan gave this cliff and its surroundings. The American soldiers pursued the village people out of their homes and when these people reached this cliff, they jumped, rather than face the soldiers and their guns. Mostly women and children and the old. Walky, walky, jump! A chilling feeling to stand in that spot, and chilling once again to think of it.

Disturbing thing, although I love my brother. Visits from the land of plenty, America. Two worlds, in many ways not to much similarity. In his, always a forward movement to gain more, in mine, just being in place and part of it. It is not good to see America thru an American's stories. Good and bad, they all seem to be an indication of its very rot. My peace believing brother's daughter, at 19, is taking off in life to live in Hawaii with a military man, a sergeant in the army, 25 years old. He has just reinlisted for more. A commando with 180 men to train and $7,ooo dollars a month to do it. She hates Bush, she hates war, she does not like his military side. Half Japanese, half Portuguese, his families first child born in America since many of their family moved from Hong Kong. Extremely rich and a major donator to the University in my brothers city. Her parents send her off with new computer, microwave, television, bedroom set, and all the appropriate clothes for the climate. An American farewell to a daughter. I have my doubts. But she is in love, so that is that.

My brother, his conversations are a constant display of the excess he lives with. He has brought me months supply worth of laundry soap. His new washing machine is so high tech it takes a special soap. Not long ago I inherited his families bed sheets. They all got the bigger fatter better mattresses and they take bigger better sheets. And a big box of door knobs, his wife decided that burnished copper had the better effect, compared to the polished copper. One must realize, these are important things in America. His car can start while he is in the house, when he presses a button on the key. The key lights up too. He made stations come in on my radio with just putting his 180 station, $12 a month satellite radio next to it. He took photos of my dogs on his phone to send his son. He downloaded all sorts of music on my computer from a mysterious little machine his daughter had. $500 dollars for his eye glasses, a simple prescription in a very simple frame. And near another hundred for his dark glasses, I don't know why. And now everything in showing off food seems to be raspberry. Raspberry beer and ale, salad, fish sauce and foot message oil. My head is full of it, I feel it going rank and stale there already.

And for all the rest of it that goes with what I have just revealed, I want it to just settle on out of my memory, too much nonsense. I won't think about comments like, And of course daddy had to have the $1,200 mirrors put on his new truck and the skylight with the moon roof was an extra, but it makes it so much nicer and the heated seats are really a necessity, even if it is a work truck.

These Americans, they talk like a price tag is attached to all they tell, telling the price of everything. It is one of their reasons for buying the most expensive they can, for the telling of the price. Not jeans at $12 dollars, but jeans at $120. Then to hear the stories of a family I seldom bother to think about except to wonder about Americans. A cousin, she receives $365 thousand every three months, an inheritance from her mother. The head librarian for a major American county for the Unified High School district, with an income that was so ridiculously high that I got confused on hearing it and forgot what it was. How much money does one really need? And that is little money compared to her husbands job of driving a crane often used to juggle around bombs for quiet military reasons. She shops in Paris for her clothes and Price Club for its bargains, like my brother does. They both agree you can save so much when you buy huge amounts. Like the paper plates he brought, so we did not have to wash lunch dishes that day, one thousand of them. I don't even use paper plates.
Such a list of petty complaints I have today, picking those nice Americans apart, I should be ashamed to stoop to collecting details like that to feed my anger at greed stricken America. But I am not, I am just very thankful I can see all this, and who and what these people are. I am also very thankful that I am not one of them by my own choosing. All these people are doing is adding to the number of Americans abusing the world and supporting a government that is the worst evil the world has yet encountered.

Are they good people living good lives doing good things, raising good children or are they the very mechanism that allows this disaster for mankind American government to force onwards? They think freedom means the right to anything and everything, more more more and more. And all the while not knowing that they have already drowned in the pool of their own excess and are like the walking dead, slaves to a system, loosing what it once was to be yourself and not a government plot.

Old memories, continuing stories, family, differences, realizations, conclusions.

Not Better in Anyway

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False sense of superiority. This is the Americans. Unescapable as a whole, a generalization that is true because of its majority. Americans judge of a persons worth, is their money amount. Not birth, or who you are. And their nation has the most money (power), so they are the best, just by that reasoning. They consume more, spending eating using taking. But they do not feel the wrong of taking more than their share. They only complain because what they think is their share is not enough, or that they have to pay for it. Imbalance is what they expect, they are American, superior, and should have more by that right. And it is with this attitude they are posed to jump the world and subdue it down to readably usable for their own needs.

Beware their government. But it has exposed itself for all to see, beyond repair of their lost image. The danger is the people of this country themselves. Arrogant and selfish. Brought up on the idea of getting what they want, no limits. Polishing themselves to their reflection of perfect. And then looking around when they do seldom find themselves out of their own environment and noticing its not them, so it must be wrong. And this makes them feel good. For they define themselves even more so by what they dislike than what they do like. A constant collecting of facts that they feel can reaffirm their delusions of self.

This process comes from the government. A nation carefully steered to loose its humanity and become worker drones, producing consuming and complying. As is so obvious, family is not even a strong concept in this country among those long time settled there. Morals and tradition and respect have lost their place also. They think their possessions and their payments are the goal in life, and for them, that is true. The American represents the way of the world gone wrong. The way of horror stories and science fiction. The mind taken over, the senses ruled by outside sources, lives of conformity for efficiency. All this is easy to see, by just observing them. They cannot see themselves, as that would undo their governments intent, but from the outside looking in, it's as obvious as an illness in its final stages.

Resist your own Americanization, no matter where you are, as it is not contained to its own country, but spreads. Disguised as something better, until it is to late.

Morning glory

Life is beautiful here in Mexico. You can feel the echos of time behind it. So still on Sunday morning, you can feel it. The sun is peaking over the hills and one by one settling down into the canyons between the structures, warm and light on one side, still chilly and dark on the other. Neighbors standing in the streets visiting to keep warm in the rays of it. Its been a long time since I came here to live. I can tell this has become part of me, my surroundings. So much beauty. Right now the sun reveals the lavender house with the purple boganvilla, it just brings it to life as it moves down the wall. The blue house with the multi colored roof partially covered in a blue refugee tarp will be next. I can already see the morning glories covering an old car frame begin to open up. A man slowly works his way selling hot tortillas from a wheelbarrel he pushes. If you buy your tortillas hot you don't have to have the expense of reheating them. Which is something to consider when you live close with not much money. There go my neighbors from up above me, the whole family dressed for the day. The father pushing the baby carriage, the mother carrying one and the rest old enough to walk. I wonder where they are going, all so proud looking. Not church, it is to early. I can hear the bells when they open for business. And speaking of business, I am wondering if the bakery will open early this Sunday and be selling bread so hot you can't hold it. Everything just seems to fit in place, like life is a whole and contained right here within. No jarring realities here. Life death, birth, tradegies, scandals, yes, but not wars and being part of what makes oppression, the sin of taking more of your share, or the horror of apathy from easy living and brainwash style entertainment/news. I can feel life just drifting by on its endless pattern. But as I sit here and write of this on this connection, my computer, to that other world, I know inside me it is so close to coming to an end. Life as real, life as individual, life as living your own. The shaping of Americanization threatens all in its sweep for world dominance. It is the people, as much as the government who make this so, by being who and what they are, Americans. Mindless consummers, living easy and complaining about the details. Never seeing the whole of their evil. Only America, at this moment in time, which we are all in, is put together so as to destrory so much so quick. It has the jump on the world and can take it, if we so allow it. All the right ingredients. And sitting here, in my cozy little shack made mostly of what was second third and fourth hand materials pieced together over many years, feeling so good about my surroundings, who I am and who I am with, I can see, and so deeply regret, what can be lost.

To Much Truth?

Perhaps there is a thing as to much truth. It can be potent. We may have natural protections against something that can be so intrusive. Built up over the ages. Little glimpses only, here and there, letting it filter into place as close to comfortable as possible. So it does not disturb the makings of life.


Those who proclaim the real truths of it are usually shunned. It takes some popular character of the times to promote half truths and diluted realities for the public to take a cling to. Digestible and acceptable. Bush is bad. That is an easy one, all they have to do is point a finger. Americans are bad. No, that is not an acceptable one, even tho very true. A nation of abusers. But this can be swallowed, Americans are good, but they do bad things. But not, Americans are bad but they do good thing to look good when they are not.


The truth is, if you don't believe in it, don't participate in it and you won't be part of it. Otherwise you are.


The truth, Americans are bad. A simple truth. They have built and created a nightmare of a government that threatens the whole world and breaks all civilized and decent boundaries to achieve it. Then they smugly live in this raped land and call themselves great and greatest. Down to each person, being better just by his being American, unquestioned. This takes a sick and deluded populace to do this. They know their country is doing wrong, but are to proud of what they perceive to be their preservation of their good side to do anything more about it than comfortably protest and wait for voting.


Americans should hang their head in shame, realize that they are looked on by the world as oppressors and murderers, ruiners of nations and peoples and ecology for power and profit. Being American is being part of a great crime. You are all criminals that live there, pay your dues and live off the plenty.


Here in Mexico, life is not tied to what government does and is. Life is about yourself and how you conduct it. But in America, you are your government, and you are the extension of what it does. You Americans must live in the truth of your guilt, in the full light of it. Or you will never change your country because you are to busy hiding from your own part. It is your responsibility to stop your government from what it is doing to the world. And since it only worsens, it is obvious you don't care. And you will pay for that. The truth is, you deserve what is going to come to you for not stopping it way back when you could. The truth is, you Americans are lazy and greedy and willfully ignorant, addicted to easy living and low grade entertainment that doubles as brainwashing. And you complain and claim to know it all.


From the outside looking in, you look like deluded greedy gullible fools, selling your minds and souls by payments to a fantasy life. You pat your pocket then your belly and they feel full and the entertainment is endless, and feel that truth to be enough to say your world is right. But America is a lie, from beginning to its impending end, a lie that has torn a world apart by its deceptions.


The truth is, if we want to save our planet and retain our personal freedom, America must be brought down, at whatever cost. And to see the whole of this truth and to act on it is what we must do, not take it in half measures for our own use.

The Trap

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I have always had an aversion for schooling. It felt to much like shaping. I don't talk much ever about school, or listen to people who do, especially their earlier experiences with it. Kind of like getting thru a jungle without too many bites and the chance of loosing who you are to the unfriendlies. It is a wicked world that wants to take your essence and distill it down into a packagable mix of its own usability.

So, here I am, my life in Mexico, free of that trap so long ago sprung. Shedding my Americaness like a snake skin, layer by layer.

Watching Americans you have this feeling they are a structure, erected to a common cause of alikeness for easy handling. Empty minds and no hearts, just drifting along where popularity and influence take them. Then they have the false ego to be proud of it and get the idea they are better. Deluded populace, for the most, they don't even own what they have. And have to work their lives away paying for what they already use.

Here in Mexico, as I look out my windows, all I see is paid for, property, houses, cars, clothes. We own it, it is ours. This is a major difference on how life feels, and something to be proud of. We are called poor here because our houses are simple and built of what is avialable and not to much money. Built a little at a time as we live in them, always changing, always improving. No payments, a way of life.

Americas poor mostly rent from the richer. Belonging to nothing of their own. It is not good to live in someone else's place, a loss of freedom and the better meanings of life. I keep steering my life away from the just cresting tidal wave of Americanism, keeping track of what it is, and seeing where that leads. Did you know, that in America, the land of the so called free, it is illegal to sell a used mattress? They must be shipped off to other countries or taken to the dump. You cannot rid yourself of your poor by making laws that eliminate their lifestyle. I am poor, in American terms. And I planned my life that way. But it is not poor, it is free and good and real and in balance. Once I sprung that trap, back as a child first seeing what school meant, and not going for it, it opened the world to me and my own mind.

So much of what goes on should not be accepted without thought, but most don't realize its even something to think about.

What Everyone Should Know

I woke up with a hangover this morning. Throbbing head, queasy stomach. It had been way to much and things like that should be taken in smaller mearsures. America does it once again to me, it makes me sick. Yesterday, while on my search here in cyberspace for the truth of it all, I came across a huge dose of it. I was given a link:

http://nobelprize.org/literature/laureates/2005/pinter-lecture-e.html

It was from someones opinion I respect, so I was ready to read the article closely. The man who won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature, his acceptance speech. It went smoothly into descriptions of writing and meanings and ways, then suddenly exploded into an accusation against America and an exposure of many of their dirty evil secrets and deceptions. So on target. I felt that way when I read Jungs Memories, Dreams, Reflections. Like I had wrote it, that suddenly I had the ability to put down so accurately what floated in my head. This man, Harold Pinter, he sees what I see and he feels the shock and horror the way I feel it. America, the greatest evil ever. It is the truth, there are those born with the vision to see it. The horror of such evil, if it does not reach one, and sicken them, then you are lost, one of the mindless hypnotized the author speaks of. The fooling of a nation of people into thinking they are great, when they are the scum of the earth.

I read the article right off upon getting it as I sat here at my computer. Then I printed it out so my 84 year old mother could read it too. Her words on finishing it were, this is the most frightening and horrifying thing I have yet to read. Pure truth, the truth that so many cannot see. My son still in America, the same as those in Germany who comfortably watched that evil come about.

And then when my husband and I settled in for the evening, I read it out loud to him, as is the way he likes me too. Hearing it in my own voice and seeing my husbands reactions it hit me even harder. Evil is such an ugly ugly thing to look at up close. I said to him, but why does not the world, or someone, bring them down? His answer, no one can, they are in power. What will bring them down is the abcess festering inside that will erupt and destroy them from within. They are ruining themselves.

What does the world think, what does America think, this respected and distinguished and accomplished man, at the ceremonies for a peace prize, condemns this country so totally? The shock and the awe, rippling through the audience, as these words reached them. They cannot be ignored, this truth has got to be bigger than the lie of America. We must all see it for what it, and what its people are. A threat to mankind and the earth as we know it. Like Harold Pinter ended his speech, a loss of the dignity of man, if America succeeds.

American Interference

It has been a debate inside myself to tell this next post. But what is truth if one must hide it. This is very personal, but also something that which should be shown. I live in a village in Mexico that directly gets hit by the results of Americas War on Drugs. After the revolution here many of the generals were gifted land. The land along the coast of the state of Baja California was divided up among a group of them. This was prime growing land for marijuana that supplied the American need. So even though it was all but forgotten land, along the unhealed scar of the border, it was desirable because of the profits it could bring in. The generals got rich. And as time went on their children inherited that harvest. America decided to make it illegal as a tool to carry out their goals of oppression. Mexico has been told time and time again, you make and keep that crop illegal or your country won't get loans and support and we won't give you the certification that is needed for it. So the underground was created. Same needs from America, but now the game of fulfilling them around the net of the law. Which was fairly easy, after all, it was just a game for some and a way of life for others. But then America got to taking its own rules to seriously and became to greedy for the profits. They stirred a real war, to use it, again, to add to the American fear that is needed to push issues and bend realities to get what they want. And as well to manipulate whole nations. So the drug culture was perfected. The drug lords dethroned and running, and all those under them snatching up the broken pieces of an old system. And Americas plan to squeeze the most money coming and going from drugs make it so incredibly profitable that there are many ready to risk all to have a piece. A world of danger and chaos.

But for many, the top is not where they want to be, they just want to sell the family crop, like they always have. Narcotraficantes are what they are called. My neighborhood is full of them. One of the remaining areas where somewhat of a truce is called and it is let be. But it is changing too. These families have a good income and can live better than usual lifestyles. This benefits the whole neighborhood. My area has little crime, very safe for women and children and the people here back each other. These are fine family people, well mannered, clean living and better educated. I know, because I live among them.

And now to tell about my New Years morning, always a day that makes you think more about the content of it. A rancher, from a family here, had come to my house early to buy their little daughters two of my pups. They had parked outside my gate and we were visiting around the bed of the truck while the girls and pups played inside it. Then suddenly four Mexican special unit police trucks and a car came cruising past. America requests this type of action and the obligation must be fullfilled. A show of force, their part of fighting the war. Every once in awhile they have to bring someone in too. We stepped back out of the road to give them room to drive by and my husband said a polite goodmorning in response to one of the machine gun toting polices good morning, riding standing up in the back of a truck with another. The pup room was the closest shelter, so we all spent some time in there waiting. They circled, and came up on the house just down the street and swooped on it. But to late, the family had left in time, their music still playing and the kids Christmas toys out in the yard. It was just a show, good enough, and then the well armed police left. They don't do this because they fear the evils of marijuana, they do it because their captain said to because we have to look right for the Americans.

Why does America have to creep into so much of life that is not theirs? Why must even the peace of a new year in a good village be shattered because of Americas interference. Why can't this nation leave others alone? So what if a family keeps on growing what they always did and sells it to the ones who always wanted it. America has totally no right what so ever to force these things to happen. They ruin the peace wherever they go. Claiming that is what they are making.