Ideals For A Third Party Platform Here In The U.S.

Ideals For A Third Party Platform Here In The U.S.

 

1.) The Supreme Court decides the policy on abortion, not a politician.

2.) Guns and/or ammunition can not be outlawed from the public. To me, the only exception should be such things as machineguns. Grenades, C-4 and such weapons should be banned unless you have a specific permit to own them, like with a licensed collector.

3.) Recreational marijuana should be just as legal as alcohol, Federally! This government prohibition is just as ignorant and illegal as the prohibition of alcohol was in the 1930’s.

4.) Flat tax rate of 10% on all things, no write-offs, no exemptions, no loopholes. 6% Federal tax. 2% State tax. 1% each for County and City. I look at taxes this way, the Lord asks us to donate at least 10% toward Him which He requires us to help others with like our communities.

5.) All people running for any office must supply the prior 10 years of tax returns when they officially or unofficially announce they are ‘running’ for an Office.

6.) Mandatory retirement age for any Office of 72 years old. If a person is wanting to be elected to any office if they will turn 72 or older during that 2, 4 or 6 years then you are not allowed to be in that or any such Office. You say that is not legal that it is age discrimination, I say no, I believe you are incorrect. The reason is, you have to be a minimum of 35 to be allowed to be President. If that isn’t discrimination then neither is my idea of being to old.

Just a thought folks on what I would like to see as the Platform of a 3rd political party. so here it is.

(Philosophy/Poem): My Name Is Nod (About The Garden Of Eden)

OF THE SEVERAL HUNDRED POEMS THAT I HAVE WRITTEN THROUGH THE YEARS THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL FAVORITE.

This is a poem that is designed to make you think, to get you to maybe get the book of Genesis out for another look-see. Maybe, if you are not good at world geography you might want to dig into some maps of the known world of about 5,000 years or so ago. I hope that you enjoy it, quite a bit of research went into making this poem be accurate.

 

Do you know me

Listen, does not the wind whisper

Do not the mountains echo my name

How is it that you do not know me

Did not Moses lay out the path to my door

 

 

For two of your human generations

The Valley of The Garden of God

Was my western door

My Sister, Lake Urmia was fast a sleep

Within her no bounty ever found

The West Gate of God’s Garden she guarded

Now she is but salty ground

 

 

Did not my mountains rumble

And spew forth fire and rocks

How is it you can not find me

Can you not hear the ticking of the clock

 

 

Many of your years ago now one came to me

Spewed forth from the Garden of God

With a mark upon his head, he came unto me

So all my inhabitants would know

That whosoever dared to harm him

Would quickly also soon be dead

 

 

The Garden has now so long been gone

It’s land like mine is scorched

The Face of God once again I yearn to see

When the light shines and the Trumpet blasts

Will He with tearful voice echo my words to you

My Child, My Child, how is it you do not know me

(Philosophical Poem) Having A Superpower

Having A Superpower

 

Me and my Superpower, you and yours

If we really could have one what would it be

Things like World Peace wouldn’t qualify though

Not unless every Soul in the Universe would agree

Peace cannot be while hate still reigns in one heart

 

Bottle and a Jeannie say to give one person three

Yet, if we each really did get one, what would we choose

Think about it a moment before you decide what it to be

Would we use it to enrich ourselves, or cause pain and grief

Would we share our help or would we just keep it to ourselves

 

Seeing the future, reading people thoughts from their minds

Becoming invisible to avoid times of pain or great stress

Fly like a Hogger on an Indian with bugs hanging in our teeth

Yet it’s just fantasy because humans don’t use the ones we have

Love and Faith are the first Superpowers I wish we used more of

 

 

(Before some of you get confused or a bit offended by the words used in line 13

here are the meanings of: Hogger: a Harley Motorcycle rider. and: Indian: an Indian 

is a very old high quality Motorcycle.)

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Live Like There Is A Tomorrow

Live Like There Is A Tomorrow

 

The heartbeat in the womb known to most Mothers

Security we thought we had, like the love of a Mom

Living in the land of noise and constant clatter

So concerned about today we forget about tomorrow

Dig into your own foundation to learn what your about

 

Today is like unto tomorrow, lost into our yesterdays in space

Look back for our foundation and forward with love and faith

What we see today, yesterday so much had not been made

Live each day with thankfulness no tomorrow guaranteed

Sunshine or gray, today is all we have got with which to play

 

One will never see tomorrow in the flesh if they die today

We only get this one turn so get out and enjoy your day

In my time men and women by forty were bald, gray or dead

Life lay ahead, live it like you know you will again see the Sun

If we walk our life as thought we’re dead life becomes quite hollow

(Philosophy type Poem) Life Is But A Chance

Life Is But A Chance

 

Is not our lives but a chance upon a breeze

Where were we born, what do our Daddy do

Slop Shovel always stuck to your callous

What can a Poor man offer Daughter or Son

Crooks ride by with their smirks in the air

 

Life is unkind or to kind depending on one’s view

Golden spoon not worth the weight of the Boot

Family got the money, they’re just morally broke

Boarding House upbringing is a hell of a home

Grace not given is grace that is so seldom returned

 

Some noticed luck when she slapped him

Sometimes we tend to duck a bit to quick

Born into or out of what, on our first day

Bank Accounts, Skin Color, Ignorance or Hate

Life is a Chance at a Dance, don’t miss your date

 

 

(Philosophy Type Poem) Be Quiet

Be Quiet

 

Be quiet child, hush your mouth

No gain to flush your thoughts out

You speak, your quickly cast out

The Young voice should never be heard

How we learn to hide in our fantasy worlds

 

We’re taught to speak then told not too

What if we sang about real world abuse

Can the World handle that which is truth

The Quiet and the Kind so often abused

Eyes of Black with bones beaten dark Blue

 

You Marry to a Partner who thinks you a Twit

Your opinions valued the same as when a kid

Odd how 100 Lb woman be an overpowering Witch

The Quiet and the Kind if in Faith is true strength

Running of the Mouth is like an open Sewage Ditch

(Philosophy Poem) Are We Nothing But Inbred Spies

Are We Nothing But Inbred Spies

 

When we’re born into life do we know anything

We Pee, belch and fart all around our new domain

On the cool days we even mud bomb Mom or Dad

Just before this school world starts all we do is test

Average kids all came with me, the smartasses over there

 

These old ladies teach us all of their uninteresting B.S.

Recess used to be a little freedom, then they took it away

Teachers in our Restrooms and Cops monitoring the Halls

Only speak when peeing, it messes up their mic’s in the wall

Mouth shut, march in line, preparing us for hurry up and wait

 

Now we are all but Robots, programmed to be just like them

If we complain or call in sick, tomorrow our income goes away

We can only be sick on our own time if there is such a thing today

Always keep your head down, your mouth shut, submissive or die

Educated in Satan’s Realm you either accept the Chip, you Spy, or die

I Want To Write My Mom

I Want To Write My Mom

 

She was a very good lady to have had in my life

Most of my young lessons taught I learned from her

She was the one good constant from the beginning

of my life till she died

What do you say to an excellent person who raised you

the very best that she could

This Lady has been gone now for more that 20 years

I wish that I could call Her, Hug Her, like it was yestar-year

I knew what a light I had before I ever lost Her

I sure do wish that I could write and thank my Mom

(Philosophy Poem) What If

What If

 

What if we are but one speck of Dust…

In a line of specks of Dust…

What then

In Our Universe

With Webbed Lines of even more Universes

Through More Black Holes

At what point do we back off our ego’s and B.S.

Why is it that we know so little about what is

I am embarrassed to know as little as I do

Barely got down one Language, no luck on two

There are many whom are wise

Yet few less that I

I pray that after all is said and done

At Our Judgement The Lord Will Smile Our Way

Damn… I Sure Hope I’m Wrong

Damn… I Sure Hope I’m Wrong

 

Folks this is simply the thoughts of an old man, roll with it where you will, or not. Time, age, it does give one advantage to the times people see fads come and go. I know that I am not the brightest bulb in the package but I do enjoy history and memories what one sees and understands often come from that. This article to you tonight is strictly a ‘what if’ letter and damn, I sure hope I’m wrong.

 

What If, what if President Trump is considered to be at the weakest point of his Presidency right now? What if right now even our Allies have no trust at all in Mr. Trump’s Leadership or even worse, if they consider the U.S. to now be a likely enemy? Now our real Enemies challenge U.S. authority all over the globe, Russia has been pushing the “West” for a fight over Crimea and now over the mainland of Ukraine, Mr. Putin has installed several hundred tanks facing Ukraine along their Border. Russian Naval Ships have fired on boarded and taken control of Ukraine Naval Ships.

 

If Mr. Putin and President Xi Jinping decided on a date over this Christmas Holiday to coordinate an attack on two fronts, first with Russia doing an all out attack on Ukraine and second, China doing an all out assault on Taiwan. Then of course this day would happen to be the time Hamas does an all out assault on Israel from the south and also the day Hezbollah does the same into northern Israel. My question is how would the U.S. Government and Military handle these situations, or could they in any real way enter into a WW3 situation, and win? There would also be the reality of every Three-Bit Dictator attacking whomever they choose all around the world. If the U.S. had great leaders would they take this kind of a chance? The reality is, we don’t have a mentally competent Leader in the Oval Office. So, what would happen if all of this occurred? You know folks, there is one thing that the world seems to forget about. Folks wake up, all of our ‘ways of life’ can change is just a fraction of a second with one bright flash up in the skies.

 

As I said, this was just a ‘what if’ theory and all I can honestly say is, I sure hope I’m Wrong!