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Happy 200th, Lincoln and Darwin! Happy 100th, NAACP!

February 12, 2009

Today is the 200th anniversary of the birth of both Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin on February 12, 1809.
It is also the 100th anniversary of the birth of the NAACP on February 12, 1909.

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  • Harold "the assassin" Stanton February 13, 2009 9:39 am

    Now he belongs to the ages–Lincoln was killed on Friday the 13th–many believe to the wishes of dirty carpetbagging mothafuckas hell-bent on vendetta to the South–roll on Americana–the Battle of the Wilderness killed over 60,000 in six days–60-mothafuckin’ thousand–group karma IS a mothafucker–even 150 years later

    The Toll

    All those names on that big, black wall
    of broken dreams,
    it’s not about dyin’ for somethun’
    or someone else;
    it’s just about dyin’,
    forget what the politicos say.

    Liars and mourners try
    to supply the rationale
    for the impact that
    strikes hard and fast
    and lingers with pain
    many lifetimes.

    A memorial to madness,
    a sacrifice where none is needed,
    a testimony to the illusion
    so real.
    Never again? Hah!
    We do it again. Now!
    Again and again.

    How many have to kill and die
    and be reborn,
    become the one they killed
    and kill and die again
    to become the one they kill?

    Either the easy way
    or the hard,
    it will all end in innocence,
    thoughts of sin reversed;
    limitless gentleness
    will cover all evil,
    forgiveness complete.

    The Father’s Will be done;
    it cannot be otherwise.

  • Harold "the assassin" Stanton February 13, 2009 9:20 am

    Constant Peace

    The war, the guilt, the past are gone
    into the unreality
    from whence they came,

    the wildest weirdest misperceptions,
    the blackest nightmares
    all mean nothing,
    against the constant peace
    that prevails,

    it is so,

    heaven still resides in the only truth,
    without interruption or variation,
    perfectly unambiguous,
    without contrast or differences,

    in a sublime sense so deep
    no worldly dream
    has even a dim imagination
    of what it is,

    with value unjudgable,
    only appreciated, or not,
    awaiting the awakening
    of man’s redemption.