A History of American Exceptionalism – Part 1

    Great force pirates raided coast towns, year after year, decade after decade. Terror in France, Italy, Portugal and Spain. As far as Britain, Ireland in the 1800s. Now Algeria, Libya, Tunisia and Iceland. All across the North African Atlantic.

    But currents were shifting to some unpromoted American paradise.

    Consider the victims killed and surrendered. A brutal menace and sporadic crime. Ragged political division from Mediterranean misfits. Powers traded. Scourged on choppy waters. Trading in Holy Human Bondage. Paying tribute, but never debts. Fugitive and furtive. Chastised but unpunished.

    Recent attention has been drawn to two new forces: Straight death and Twisted videos. The soul of American Evangelicals wrestled into submission. Forced downside into conditional rejection. Their soul sold for a pittance. Traded for unexceptional power. Drinking from putrid puddles. American commerce.

    The plan failed. Hypocrisy crept back in. Barbarity increased.

    Refuse conditionalism. Forever forced. Burning. Forever burning. Incense and refuse.

What more do you want me to tell you? Rarely has one voice spoken thus. Welcome to the last word. Language is too poor for power – Killing joy and exaltations. Who would receive it?

A Daily Resistance – March 29, 2026

     … give me a trained tongue, that I may continue, even with a weary word…

    The Sons of Violence are marching in the street. The distractions of tomorrow’s world are here today. The lines of war are drawn, redrawn, erased, and mapped. The threat reemerges. Tensions between China and Taiwan. Between China aggressions, and Iranian loss, and Russian expansion. Israeli annexation action. Tortures abroad and at home. Violent pyrotechnics and pyro-techniques. Ignite!

    … I was not rebellious. I will not turn back…

    Today they are pushing. Even now they’re striking. Dead of night dissidents dragged out without seeing the nationalist kill/steal numbers. What did we see? What did we say? Nothing and nothing. Blacked out. Redacted. Those files will also not be released.

    … give my back for blows, pull my beard. Insult and spit in my face…

    We have no legal framework for the common depression and unproductive desires of our fellow Americans. Citizens and Secondhand wage slaves. Bought and sold. Corporate interest and interest rates rule. Military industrialists will have it all. Past examples carry forward. Past examples argue against truth. Doctors tried for treason for setting a broken leg. Insurrectionists demanding the head of the Vice President.

    … I have not been disgraced. I will not be put to shame…

    I have all the ache and fatigue, of living. The nervous chills – without the fever. Death and explosion. Destabilized. Life is over. Sorry pounding at the door.

    … Who are my adversaries? Let them confront me. Who will declare me guilty?

I Have Noticed and I Have Seen

    When wisdom has become the least of these (after a long period of low demand), heart and knowledge. Clean. Free. Clear. But nothing’s yours. And nothing is mine. Discretion and understanding have become a menace. Simple observation is not encouraged.

    What about us? Here where we live and breathe. Where we buy our groceries and go to church.

    We must be unoppresed – free to lift ourselves from every yoke. My head without, my soul still hungry. Goodness and all the day’s security. Dark-dwelling in the house of the Lord. The hungry, cast out. The naked, thrown down. I notice my own flesh too.

    When will we see the word as written?

    We are teachers without questions. We are leaders without strategy. A nation with a soul for greed, for power. We are investigators without a clue. We are travelers without a map. These are all variations of the same story. News without media. Politicians without honor. Is this the family you’ve always wanted?

    Do whatever you need to do, but keep in mind that I am not a theologian, not professionally. Neither am I a doctor, a priest, or psychologist. But I have seen the finger writing on the wall.

The Absolute Grounds

    The absolute grounds have shifted and we have fallen.

    The threat of arrest and/or assassination – we’re in this together. All of us implicated. All of us complicit. My discouraged mind dissents. My hovering hand falters, my wounded heart … my heart… Oh, God, my heart. A serious exchange for a tedious response.

    Trapped by inaction into inaction. Submission.

    No. No. This cannot be real. This is not the reality I recognize. But this war continues with or without us. Drags us down into the abyss. We are wrong. We are wrong. We are made guilty.
    
    Daily missile attacks. No access to food or water. Flash bang. The head jerks backward. Eyes roll. Alarming video released to the press. I cannot talk about it. Transformed. Unlived. I need… I need… I can’t even say any more. The words have been stolen. Abducted. Murdered in the street.

    A serious exchange for a tedious response. Don’t try to force it. There’s no accounting. Shortened time. Fault lines. High explosive gunpowder, blueprints and plans. Twenty-five minutes too far. Shot down. Crash and fire. Fire! Fire! A fire, a fire…

    American troops. Iranian mothers. Gazan children. Israeli ambassadors. My son. My daughter. My brothers and sisters everywhere. Knocked out. Upside down. We’ve lost the horizon. We’re going to crash. We are going to die. 

Wake Up Dead

We wake up dead at once
not a course correction,
but coarse correction, dammit!

These are just words, no doubt
and no one is listening to the half truth tongue
of the Orange Deluder, Satan.

How many lost friends, still trapped in foreign airports?
Unfriendly times and closed-circuit spaces
with no fortune, no future.

How many of us are trapped in the devil’s realm?
Polluted water under an old bridge

Choke the air
Torch the rivers
the soil and the sky are poison.
The moon is red with menstruation.

The pine tree appeal to heaven
where your spirit connects to infinite knowledge
in the flag waving heavens of heavens

Kairos tripped unstable, untrustworthy.
The lying spirit of God gives us pressure
gives us pause. Gives us doubt.

Insectoid mouths with seven unholy words
Seven mountain buzzwords
and dog-whistle, code-word thinking.

Mark the unholy alliance of this reality
and the shadow valley
an abandoned stadium, a drifting destroyer.

Begging for a deal. Badly
Negotiating with death,
from the right, from the left
death from above, from below.

Who can know the secrets of mindful walking?
Who can speak the horrors of daily waking?

We wake up dead at once.
Even not believing, I believe
O God! I believe. Help my unbelief.