What an evening. I’ve read some of the most interesting stuff today. From this features BI article about Marlon Brando and his gesture to not attend the Oscars in 1973 for his lead role in ‘The Godfather’, to coverage of Maduro’s Venezuela, I cannot say this has been a boring not for journalism. What do the two have in common? Well, I could’ve posted many other things. In fact, I might have preferred to replace the Maduro section with an article about Bashar al-Assad, president of my country, Syria, which has been in turmoil for about three years now. Syria, like Venezuela, Ukraine, Egypt, and many more, are the modern playing fields of the world’s greatest powers. These are the outlets of the cold war; where the axes meet – East, and West. In many parts of the world, the struggle is imminent. But what struggle? From the Zapatistas of Mexico, to the Palestinian Resistance, what is this universal struggle facing mankind in different areas of his earthly soil? Who are the players in this ‘game’? The Native Americans lost half the earth to Christian Imperialism. Today, Zionism threatens the existence of the Palestinian nation — or what is left of it. Don’t look so far – the effects are spilling over into neighboring regions of the Middle East, from Lebanon to Egypt. The war between good and evil is still going on dear friends. Which side are you on?
Most of yall think you enlightened cause you read some good writing,
i held my tongue long enough but the anger is still biting,
the darkness of the world earns no lighting,
cirque du soleil, my thirst was frightening,
kicked to the curb in my search for my worth,
no ID, excuses wouldn’t work,
treat me like jerk for feeling some type of way about this idiot manager looking over my shirt,
when your fucked up ego is really on the only reason you work,
vatican gold loafers juxtapose the cheese and church.
They try to get scheme us,
Most rappers want to be us,
Look at the silver platters they feed us,
Media receivers, sick of you divas,
I’m in the land of cedars, prayers for Jesus,
Ramadan God Islam in my thesis,
I had to fold the hand cause the cards had creases,
And just to be a man I look into the eyes of my Nieces,
Please believe this is nothing more than treatise,
between angels and demons, clear the precinct,
these birds diggin in my chest like Prometheus,
I know I’ve reached the end of my experiences when
debating against my self becomes tedious,
and the flavors are lackluster for lacking all the proper ingredients,
I offer my obedience, nothing more, nothing less, can we learn to agree to this?
There’s no question really I’ve already reached the abyss,
I’m on the highway to hell, you need a lift? I’m starting to become sleepless,
so I pray for the nightmares to cease and desist, I’m the creme and the crisp,
following philosophies of Fredrick List…
Is there an anti-liberal bias on Western media outlets? What you think?