Ahh, the reality of Capitalism, and then, checked-out consumers and just brain dead movie goers (something about sold out venues for the dirty Oppenheimer and the Nazi Barbie?)
Black Agenda Report: Siddarth Kara does a remarkable job of documenting those conditions suffered by the people at the bottom of a capitalist food chain. He's not the first to do it, of course. Global WItness, local Congolese NGOs, and Africa Watch have all documented these conditions, not only in the artisanal mining sector, but also in the industrial mining sector. You have almost equally horrific conditions in the industrial mining sector.
Time and time again, these people on that continent are not dirty UkroNazis, all those lilly white ones who left the “country” with billions, and just living off the dole in EuroZombieLandia and U-Inbred-Kingdom.
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Again, just shuffling through the real news aggregator, International 360, and you get real stories about African HEROES.
You won’t hear toughies like George “I Want To Kill Wagner” Clooney talking about these heroes:
Josina Machel says the continent’s people don’t need to take up arms to get rid of neocolonialism, but rather must unite
Josina Ziyaya Machel, the daughter of the first president of independent Mozambique, Samora Moises Machel, is part of the delegation from her country in St. Petersburg for the Russia-Africa Summit. She spoke to RT about the need for Africa’s youth to carry on her late father’s legacy of fighting for the continent’s liberation.
In response to a question about why foreign military forces are stationed in independent African states, claiming to be fighting terrorism, Machel stated that it is a modern form of colonialism.
“It’s the lithium; it’s the oil; it’s the gas,” she said, adding that colonists are on the continent to continue grabbing the continent’s resources. (source)
You won’t see Kamala “I Married a Jewish Millionaire” Harris talking about this hero:
The continent must be more introspective to agree on how to move forward, says the daughter of anti-apartheid activists Oliver and Adelaide Tambo
The African continent must realize that what happens within it is more important than what happens outside of it, South African diplomat Nomatemba Tambo told RT in an exclusive interview.
Speaking with RT’s Moussa Ibrahim ahead of the upcoming Russia-Africa Summit in St. Petersburg, Tambo – who is the daughter of renowned anti-apartheid activists Oliver and Adelaide Tambo – insisted that while it’s good for the African continent to cooperate with other countries, it is also necessary to recognize that each African state has its own unique challenges and realities.
“We need to be more introspective,” Tambo said. “It’s wonderful to have relationships with other countries, but we need to say ‘African solutions for African problems’, not ‘Western solutions for African problems’.” (source)
None of the other dirty three dozen in the Israel First battalion of Nuland-Kagan-Blinken-Garland-Yellen-Biden shit hole will talk about this hero:
Africa must come together as a continent and stop relying on foreign countries for its development, insists writer Madaraka Nyerere – the son of independent Tanzania’s first president, Julius Nyerere.
Speaking to RT ahead of the Russia-Africa summit in St. Petersburg, Nyerere said he believed it was unfortunate that some African countries were “distracted by the supposed assistance” that was meant to come from other nations, as well as the IMF and World Bank.
“I have the opinion that if a country has a leading position economically, it will rarely give up that position willingly,” Nyerere said, adding that it is “unrealistic” to expect others to voluntarily yield their hold on the global economy.
The only “realistic” way for the African continent to develop, according to Nyerere, is for it to unite and use its resources for the benefit of the African people, without becoming an agent for foreign powers that only wish to exploit the continent for its resources. (source)
You will not hear a peep from a Mauling Maddow of Vapid Vanderbilt Anderson about these real heroes, including:
Amilcar Cabral remains an immortal embodiment of “revolutionary democracy”.
“We must practice revolutionary democracy in every aspect of Party life … hide nothing from the masses … tell no lies … claim no easy victories.”
The path to liberation for African countries after the attainment of independence has become a remote possibility; a universal dream dreadfully fizzling out, and often patched up weakly by a vacuous rhetoric of popular African nationalism. It is not a far-fetched assertion—rather, it is the concrete material reality—to say that in Africa we do not have post-colonial nation states but neo-colonial ones.
This is the sobering reality: In most instances, African political parties, whether ruling or opposition, have incredibly failed the masses and are relentlessly plunging their countries and the continent at large into the dark, horrendous abyss of perennial poverty and regression.
What is disconcerting to note about African countries in the contemporary context of globalized capitalism and its hegemonic dominance is that there is scant regard among the political, economic, and religious elites about the welfare of the immense majority of poor Africans. (source)
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So Russia is hosting African leaders, and China is developing mutual relationships in Africa, but the USA is a terrorist, full of terrorist financial, military, economic, media, education, propaganda CAMPS.
China, man, learn about CHINA, please.
This Wednesday, July 19th at 7pm, Li Kangzheng delivered a presentation on China’s untold history which is guaranteed to blow your mind and expand your understanding on the dynamics of our past and present world. I asked Li to make a short description of his lecture which follows: “This coming lecture will explore the British Empire’s scheme to tax every Chinese import and export for a century and the Chinese “precursor to the League of Nations”. We will also deal with the topic of Hong Kong in revolt featuring a true student massacre which accompanied an incredibly self-destructive educational revolution… but not the ones you think.” This is part 1 of 2 Support the RTF in the following ways: 1) Make a donation to the Rising Tide Foundation
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You have the absolute dead from the neck up worker drones in DC, in the administration, and their fools in congress and the senate, and the DoD, all fucking maniacs.
I just heard from a cousin visiting me and my wife. She was in Costa Rica, and her one sentence take on Nicaragua was from some tour guide. And, alas, that is just it — “Doesn’t Nicaragua have those two leaders, that husband and wife president and vice president, kooky leaders?”
It would take, well, hours and hours, to explain what propaganda is, even from the lips of a Nicaraguan in Costa Rica making bank by puffing up tourists. Here, I told her about this one I attended the exact day before:
Nicaragua Webinar of July 23, "Why Is Nicaragua Important in Today's World?" As you'll recall, the invited speakers for this event were Agustin (Gus) Guerrero, Arturo Nacher, Camila Escalante, Erika Takeo, Danny O'Brien, Larry Fisk, Mairead Skehan Gillis, and Susan Lagos.
All the speakers were members of delegations visiting Nicaragua for the 44th anniversary of the Revolution. They offered firsthand observations of:
~ The July 19 festivities
~ Tours of hospitals & clinics
~ Visits to renewable energy & agroecology projects
~ Interchanges with Afro-descendant and indigenous communities
~ Meetings with government officials
~ Meetings with labor unions
Here is the link to the full webinar recording: Simple, boring, real, informative, and clarifying. Check out Camila Escalante, Kawsachun News!
Again, just stuck in our bubble after bubble, reading and listening to the Mainstream and Sort of Left Stream News, and everything in between, well well, up is DOWN, and war is PEACE, and the world goes better with Coke and Phillip Morris.
But again, the USA world is set to flame up, but not until we ponder the bullshit UFO stories, and a not-whistlerblower saying UFOs have been captured for years and years, and, the fires, man, the fires. “The dangers of wildfires in Greece are far from over and could disrupt travel for a while to come.
More than 20,000 people, many of them tourists, have been evacuated from Rhodes alone, and the U.S. Embassy & Consulate in Greece and Greek authorities warn the risk of wildfire remains "very high" for the rest of the country.
“We are going through perhaps the toughest days of the summer with the temperatures showing a further increase,” Hellenic Fire Service Fire Col. Ioannis Artopios said in a statement Tuesday. “We all remain in a state of high alert.”
Hopeful travelers may be considering adding travel insurance to upcoming trips to the islands, but it may be too late.”
Fuck, we are doomed: Here are the 5 most memorable moments from Congress’ UFO hearing: Former military officials made a series of mystifying claims about unidentified aerial phenomena, under oath, during Wednesday's congressional hearing.
Asked by Rep. Eric Burlison, R-Mo., to substantiate the crashed UAPs claim, the former intelligence official said he could not divulge specific details, once again claiming the information was too sensitive to share with the public.
He did, however, describe the nature of what he saw: "I have to be very careful here ... [but] what I personally witnessed, myself and my wife, was very disturbing."
A Pentagon spokesperson told NBC News that Grusch's claims are false.
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It dawned on me, that although I never had the pleasure, Joe Arpaio, in the spirit of Barbie, proudly commissioned pink attire for desert tented inmates, right down to their undies. So funny for the “screws” to storytell about.
Well, I don’t know about the order of all things, but I confirmed that sequence is probably pretty relevant.
I skipped over Chrissie, and the webinar, and the rising tides (I had already watched this one, and the one with Carl), for now, and finished readin’, and got to them blues.
I got on this ride before eleven, and the bars closed about forty five minutes ago.
By ride, I mean hurricane Haeder. This latest storm has been going on for days now. But, starting off finishing up, with them bluesmen/women sure can skew a perspective. Starting with Sam Cooke, and Son House, and finishing with Pretenders, can evoke certain emotions, at least if the listener has really been in the gang in chains. In my experience it’s a hell of an experiment in forced integration, and bussing. (It’s how we get around). Though anytime I was ever outside the walls, my hands were shackled to my waist, and chains linked my ankles. Impossible to swing a sledgehammer. I’m certain of it!
So I think about the cell door keys, ringing louder today, than yesterday, and engage in a little chain gang nostalgia, and proceed to the webinar. If I had to sum up Nicaragua in a sentence, like your other acquaintance, I would have to go with: “Raygun, and all of his other stain sidekicks are some no good motherfuckers.” “What do I mean, you ask?” “Fantastic!” But, watching that webinar had a calming effect. Gave me another perspective, still.
Made me think about/remember Guillermo. He was a new cellmate I got, at Stanley. Replaced an Army Ranger/Blackhawk Down Somolia era/convicted pedophile/literate/sick dude.
Guillermo is/was a Cuban boat people, from the way back machine. It wasn’t no carnival cruise baby. The stories he shared with me is shit I can’t even imagine or comprehend. He didn’t have a political bone in his body. He was just here trying to scratch out a living. In all of these decades he never became “legal”. So when he leaves/left Stanley, he’s going to ICE. Fortunately, he’s got a twenty something daughter (at least four years ago she was), who’s a cop, who should be able to help him out. Yeah, the chain gang can be “the great melting pot.” In Stanley, I was in the barrio. Hosea, and Fuentes, and Paco, and Guillermo, and Toothless. Good dudes. I learned a lot. I wonder how they all are? I wonder if the soldier boy is excited all over again, about Barbie doll things, and cute little pink outfits? That’s another side of the chain gang. It’s not all black and white, in so many ways.
And, then I think about China, and what you said about learning. And, I have, and I am. And, then I think about the parts that deal with rail workers strikes, and I think about how pathetic it is that so few people are aware of the history of the Chinese people in the history of this transcontinental railroad, and the exclusionary acts, and all kinds of other dirty deeds. How can a people who have no clue of their own history, have a hope of understanding and appreciating a civilization as old as China? I know I wasn’t taught nothin’, except for bullshit. Che? Who the fuck is that? Castro? The devil. Guillermo? Same with the other two, you gotta live with a man to know and appreciate, and respect him.
So I got around to finishin’ up, with Chrissie Hynde.
I listened, and I said, “what is this?” “This ain’t no blues!” So, I went and I watched the original music video, and had me some mixed emotions. Fucking idiots running around in suits and ties, and we’re singing about the chain gang??!!!! It’s a good thing I’ve got a good sense of humor. Irony and satire everywhere I look. Like last night. Big blues show at The Garage: Bikes and Brews. I didn’t attend. I have absolute confidence that there was more than a few Barbie look alikes, and zero Son House impersonators. Playin’ the blues for that bunch, you might as well be speaking Chinese. Besides, thoughts of goin’ there were drowned out by the tinnitus, and them clangin’ cell door keys. I don’t imagine too many of them folks know them blues that Sam Cooke, and Son House was singin’ about. I doz.
Never got me one of them black letters in the mail.
Purnt near. They cut me loose almost a month early, after I fought like hell fer it. Momma, she died a couple weeks later. That’s twelve years ago, today. A few hours from now.
But, the one them bluesmen be singin’ about, well, I fought like hell, a second time, and I got me a little more time than a couple of weeks with her. That’s the chain gang blues, boys and girls, who haven’t had the pleasure. Twenty first century american style chain gang blues, anyhow.
But, that’s just the prison industrial complex part of the equation.
Can’t forget about those trafficked, human beasts of burden, workin’ them mines, diggin’ up all them precious elements, worked to death.
You know the type. Folks like them, that build them big extravaganzas, for soccer, or olympics, or other sports stuff, and whatever other audacious display somebody dreams up. Like, maybe, Barbie,
or a nuclear arms race. Hell of an Olympic sport. I hope they make it a marathon, instead of the sprint they seem to be trying to run!!! Hopefully, Biden falls down again. Wait a minute. Who’s he gonna pass the baton to?
Lotsa problems in the world. Difficulter still, with them chain gang/cell key blues ringin’ reel loud in ya ears.
On top of that, I got a buddy, goin’ to get a serving of that american justice pie, today. Every piece I ever had was sour as hell. Gave me a hell of a gut ache. I hope to purge that delicacy from my diet, permanently.
I just purged R.J. Reynolds, (again, finally) and I was a member of the Pepsi generation, young. Brand loyalty at infancy?
You keep on being that whirling dervish, talkwalker, and I’ll try to keep up, if’n they let me. I’ll get another reprieve, or not, soon enough. In the meantime, I’m gonna have me some of them blues, with my momma, and that other girl that I waited so long to come home to, and nothin’ but a hound dog. Good luck, and Godspeed, today. Wish I was there.
It dawned on me, that although I never had the pleasure, Joe Arpaio, in the spirit of Barbie, proudly commissioned pink attire for desert tented inmates, right down to their undies. So funny for the “screws” to storytell about.
In that note, I’m out.
Well, I don’t know about the order of all things, but I confirmed that sequence is probably pretty relevant.
I skipped over Chrissie, and the webinar, and the rising tides (I had already watched this one, and the one with Carl), for now, and finished readin’, and got to them blues.
I got on this ride before eleven, and the bars closed about forty five minutes ago.
By ride, I mean hurricane Haeder. This latest storm has been going on for days now. But, starting off finishing up, with them bluesmen/women sure can skew a perspective. Starting with Sam Cooke, and Son House, and finishing with Pretenders, can evoke certain emotions, at least if the listener has really been in the gang in chains. In my experience it’s a hell of an experiment in forced integration, and bussing. (It’s how we get around). Though anytime I was ever outside the walls, my hands were shackled to my waist, and chains linked my ankles. Impossible to swing a sledgehammer. I’m certain of it!
So I think about the cell door keys, ringing louder today, than yesterday, and engage in a little chain gang nostalgia, and proceed to the webinar. If I had to sum up Nicaragua in a sentence, like your other acquaintance, I would have to go with: “Raygun, and all of his other stain sidekicks are some no good motherfuckers.” “What do I mean, you ask?” “Fantastic!” But, watching that webinar had a calming effect. Gave me another perspective, still.
Made me think about/remember Guillermo. He was a new cellmate I got, at Stanley. Replaced an Army Ranger/Blackhawk Down Somolia era/convicted pedophile/literate/sick dude.
Guillermo is/was a Cuban boat people, from the way back machine. It wasn’t no carnival cruise baby. The stories he shared with me is shit I can’t even imagine or comprehend. He didn’t have a political bone in his body. He was just here trying to scratch out a living. In all of these decades he never became “legal”. So when he leaves/left Stanley, he’s going to ICE. Fortunately, he’s got a twenty something daughter (at least four years ago she was), who’s a cop, who should be able to help him out. Yeah, the chain gang can be “the great melting pot.” In Stanley, I was in the barrio. Hosea, and Fuentes, and Paco, and Guillermo, and Toothless. Good dudes. I learned a lot. I wonder how they all are? I wonder if the soldier boy is excited all over again, about Barbie doll things, and cute little pink outfits? That’s another side of the chain gang. It’s not all black and white, in so many ways.
And, then I think about China, and what you said about learning. And, I have, and I am. And, then I think about the parts that deal with rail workers strikes, and I think about how pathetic it is that so few people are aware of the history of the Chinese people in the history of this transcontinental railroad, and the exclusionary acts, and all kinds of other dirty deeds. How can a people who have no clue of their own history, have a hope of understanding and appreciating a civilization as old as China? I know I wasn’t taught nothin’, except for bullshit. Che? Who the fuck is that? Castro? The devil. Guillermo? Same with the other two, you gotta live with a man to know and appreciate, and respect him.
So I got around to finishin’ up, with Chrissie Hynde.
I listened, and I said, “what is this?” “This ain’t no blues!” So, I went and I watched the original music video, and had me some mixed emotions. Fucking idiots running around in suits and ties, and we’re singing about the chain gang??!!!! It’s a good thing I’ve got a good sense of humor. Irony and satire everywhere I look. Like last night. Big blues show at The Garage: Bikes and Brews. I didn’t attend. I have absolute confidence that there was more than a few Barbie look alikes, and zero Son House impersonators. Playin’ the blues for that bunch, you might as well be speaking Chinese. Besides, thoughts of goin’ there were drowned out by the tinnitus, and them clangin’ cell door keys. I don’t imagine too many of them folks know them blues that Sam Cooke, and Son House was singin’ about. I doz.
Never got me one of them black letters in the mail.
Purnt near. They cut me loose almost a month early, after I fought like hell fer it. Momma, she died a couple weeks later. That’s twelve years ago, today. A few hours from now.
But, the one them bluesmen be singin’ about, well, I fought like hell, a second time, and I got me a little more time than a couple of weeks with her. That’s the chain gang blues, boys and girls, who haven’t had the pleasure. Twenty first century american style chain gang blues, anyhow.
But, that’s just the prison industrial complex part of the equation.
Can’t forget about those trafficked, human beasts of burden, workin’ them mines, diggin’ up all them precious elements, worked to death.
You know the type. Folks like them, that build them big extravaganzas, for soccer, or olympics, or other sports stuff, and whatever other audacious display somebody dreams up. Like, maybe, Barbie,
or a nuclear arms race. Hell of an Olympic sport. I hope they make it a marathon, instead of the sprint they seem to be trying to run!!! Hopefully, Biden falls down again. Wait a minute. Who’s he gonna pass the baton to?
Lotsa problems in the world. Difficulter still, with them chain gang/cell key blues ringin’ reel loud in ya ears.
On top of that, I got a buddy, goin’ to get a serving of that american justice pie, today. Every piece I ever had was sour as hell. Gave me a hell of a gut ache. I hope to purge that delicacy from my diet, permanently.
I just purged R.J. Reynolds, (again, finally) and I was a member of the Pepsi generation, young. Brand loyalty at infancy?
You keep on being that whirling dervish, talkwalker, and I’ll try to keep up, if’n they let me. I’ll get another reprieve, or not, soon enough. In the meantime, I’m gonna have me some of them blues, with my momma, and that other girl that I waited so long to come home to, and nothin’ but a hound dog. Good luck, and Godspeed, today. Wish I was there.