Tag Archives: greed

Baron Von Uh-Oh

Posted on July 22, 2017 by danaj33

Contemplative. The state that has captured my being this summer wrapping me in a reflective and pensive mindset. Though I walk among the trees in a park on a magnificent, early morning San Francisco day with the sun rising up … Continue reading →

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We See You

Posted on January 22, 2017 by danaj33

  We see the look on your face. Your snake eyes and faux smile show us that you realize most of us get it and it’s just a matter of days before your sham is over. We see that you are living with a veil … Continue reading →

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2 Million Light Years Away

Posted on January 11, 2015 by dana415

The small center of my world fills up regularly with the misdeeds, Machiavellian calculations, and deceitful, closed-door chatter among a small group of elites. Continue reading →

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This New World is Anything but Brave

Posted on April 12, 2014 by dana415

The reality of the “meek shall inherit the earth” has come to fruition. Ownership over citizens rights; unhealthy industrialized agribusiness preside over the human body;  a small, elite group of non-humans (the meek) hide in glass towers deciding the future of everyone, … Continue reading →

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Tsunami of Greed

Posted on February 8, 2014 by danaj33

So it comes to this:  we are being swept away by the pathos of the power grab. The uber-rich own us. The madman in all of the Marvel comics whom the heroes attempt to save us from are actually a … Continue reading →

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Words broken down.

Posted on June 26, 2013 by danaj33

Weary – we ar y  we are why? Another restless sleep, weary from circuitous thinking, leaves me zombie-like on this cloudy Wednesday morn. Coffee dripping, I hear you. Faster, please. America dying. T’was a young nation with so much hope. … Continue reading →

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