The Jedi Must Return
Ginger Jane Hammack
The Yuma Territorial Blog
August 2nd, 2012
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This past week many new shape shifting realities are, paralyzingly altering our already frail choreographed futures. Before escalating into the meat and potatoes I’m going to have to take you to the trenches.
Washington’s men were so starved some actually ate their shoes.Â Survival wasn’t about hiding out in the “spider hole”. Survival often meant facing fear or severe discomfort. Surrender of lives in the face of disentary or cleaver immunization from small pox via a shoulder slice.Â Their desperate action resulted from critical thinking.Â In times of severe distress; excellent problem solving bravery,fended off death!Â Washington and his men,undeniably a brave force! These men defined the American fighting spirit.By World War 2,a band of brothers forms, although the stories of great men and women doesn’t stop there.
Decades thereafter, soldiers still uphold moral, solid ties. In combat, men united overcoming desperate obstacles for the sake of Liberty, Honor, and justice! We’ve evolved far from memories of the door to door Avon lady. We loved her back-combed beehive hair. How her presence at the front door just perked mom right up. Don’t know till this day what was funnier? Mom feeling anxious about potential mormons interrupting her daily list of dedicated duties? Or her proper etiquette followed by an occasional glance at the height of the Avon ladies beehive? The Avon lady did excel in the communication arena. She surely wasn’t running short on savvy wit. The days when moms took pride in a skill of navigating house to house in full throttle southern charm. When sophisticated selling techniques was proceeded by well orchestrated logistics. Amazing collectible perfume bottles, shelved in highly glammed up powder rooms.
Today it’s aerosol cans, Chanel number Jive. It’s all Jive. Technology, jive, rockin inflation. Love it! Embrace it! It’s here! 21st Century bliss! It’s only been a few decades as the tube continues to dilute mans subconscious mind. Music over the radio? Pale, such a bore. Watered down noise. Fire flies aren’t parading this southwest desert come dark.
Only Millington Tennessee is kin to such a sweet summer glow. Yet, that was 1979. The bees, hell! They’ve all dissappeared! Nobody knows what happened to the damn bees! I’d give an ounce of gold for a traditional summer, American bee sting. Yet, whom are we kidding? China bought up all the gold. Oh how those summer bee stings, built much character. Our nation has been divided. Those of us that love our country we ring loud. Although the noise your hearing, isn’t the dinner bell from the front porch. We are ringing the liberty bell.
Welcome to the 2012, ” Red Dawn Awakening”, amongst parrellels of true and false. Trying to sort out facts from fiction. What the hell happened to all the bees? Are they the smoking gun? What can be learned from such tender mystery?Â The bees, they work for Monsanto now. Didn’t you get the memo? Ya, they’re on payroll.
Every creature on earth chasing survival. What happened to monsoons? You call this a rain? This is hell! This summer 2012, intense drought is guilty of hijacking crops. During winters; decades ago, it was common for great men to hunt rabbit! Utilize basements for skinning. Now, basements have been restored. Rented out. In most cases, there’s a clear void for fancy catalog window decor. Just rooms for rent. Since the charge is twelve in a half Benjamin’s, throw in the microwave! Put on a smile!
Before curtain call, inflation, sickness and filth. I’d like to generate a little creative thought…It’s time the Jedi return! The Calvary! The American Patriot! What do we have to gain? Honestly, not much. Maybe perhaps some truth? Maybe some dignity? Maybe some victory over fascist U.N. Scum? Heck, there’s no telling what we’ll gain! However, it better be good. May it resignate something sweeter, than lyrics written about sweet home Alabama!
Step right up! Step right up! What do we got to loose? In that which hides in the crack of our liberty. What evil is present beyond the hall of mirrors and cotton candy display? In this grand event that seeks to take mans, Freedom! In this corner the machines are taking over! It may not be so clear to masses today. However, in two more decades it will be evident! It will be too late. Our society will be as processed and equally oppressed as nitrate filled hot dogs! It won’t be just cancer of the colon, instead cancer of our minds.
The summer night tries to break through. However, that gorgeous deep glowing burgandy sunset says , “no not yet.” In a desperate attempt, it throws out a rainbow. It’s broad painted arches; reside like silk, running north and south in the eastern sky.
It’s time for the Jedi to return! The freedom of man mustn’t any longer be forged! Our legacy must be directed to the future! No longer aborted among this violent tide. We must not fear, fear itself! We must wrestle and submerge! Conquer and silence! All evidence of tyranny! Liberty is calling! The liberty Bell cannot ring without us! Look inside yourselves! The Jedi Must Return!!
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Contributed by Ginger Jane Hammack of The Yuma Territorial Blog.
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