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#poetry #friendship Be a friend. You don't need money: Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended Out to one who's unbefriended; Just the will to give or lend, This will make you someone's friend. Be a friend. You don't need glory. Friendship is a simple story. Pass by trifling errors blindly, Gaze on honest effort kindly, Cheer the youth who's bravely trying, Pity him who's sadly sighing; Just a little labor spend On the duties of a friend. Be a friend. The pay is bigger (Though not written by a figure) Than is earned by people clever In what's merely self-endeavor. You'll have friends instead of neighbors For the profits of your labors; You'll be richer in the end Than a prince, if you're a friend.

Full Video: https://youtu.be/kygP9nXw4TY This poem is called "Becoming A Dad" by a poet named Edgar A. Guest. Many fathers can relate to this poem. #poetry #fatherhood

This poem is called "Becoming A Dad" by a poet named Edgar A. Guest. Many fathers can relate to this poem. #poetry #fatherhood

This is War is a Racket, written in 1935 by Major General Smedley Butler, a recipient of two Medals of Honor who realized later on that his entire military career was in service to corporate interests and not to the people of his country. This is a small but powerful book that is more relevant today than it was even in Butlers day. Outro song is "Changin' hands" by Phil Ochs

This is War is a Racket, written in 1935 by Major General Smedley Butler, a recipient of two Medals of Honor who realized later on that his entire military career was in service to corporate interests and not to the people of his country. This is a small but powerful book that is more relevant today than it was even in Butlers day. Outro song is "Bring our brothers home" by The Covered Wagon Musicians

This is War is a Racket, written in 1935 by Major General Smedley Butler, a recipient of two Medals of Honor who realized later on that his entire military career was in service to corporate interests and not to the people of his country. This is a small but powerful book that is more relevant today than it was even in Butlers day. Outro song is "Masters of war" by The Staple Singers

This is War is a Racket, written in 1935 by Major General Smedley Butler, a recipient of two Medals of Honor who realized later on that his entire military career was in service to corporate interests and not to the people of his country. This is a small but powerful book that is more relevant today than it was even in Butlers day. Outro song is "What are you fighting for" by Phil Ochs

Tremble before your chattels, Lords of the scheme of things! Fighters of all earth's battles, Ours is the might of kings! Guided by seers and sages, The world's heart-beat for a drum, Snapping the chains of ages, Out of the night we come! Lend us no ear that pities! Offer no almoner's hand! Alms for the builders of cities! When will you understand? Down with your pride of birth And your golden gods of trade! A man is worth to his mother, Earth, All that a man has made! We are the workers and makers! We are no longer dumb! Tremble, O Shirkers and Takers! Sweeping the earth—we come! Ranked in the world-wide dawn, Marching into the day! The night is gone and the sword is drawn And the scabbard is thrown away!

This is far from a comprehensive dive into the subject, but I feel it is a good primer for people who were indifferent to the UFO subject and are suddenly wondering why UFOs are all over the media. I decided to experiment with a mini-doc style mainly to test out my production skills.

Just messing around. I created and animated the mandala, the song is Anemone by Brian Jonestown Massacre.

Link to full poem here: https://youtu.be/Mt7DBrrgYp0 The song in the background is called Stackolee by Mississippi John Hurt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8S-Pu6T0Q0&list=PLw9LHJQG82Hnv_kzvBoPTV1-hA7c8X6UF&index=2 Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”) Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek— And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean— Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home— For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore, And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came To build a “homeland of the free.” The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed And all the songs we’ve sung And all the hopes we’ve held And all the flags we’ve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that’s almost dead today. O, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME— Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath— America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain— All, all the stretch of these great green states— And make America again!

The song in the background is called Stackolee by Mississippi John Hurt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8S-Pu6T0Q0&list=PLw9LHJQG82Hnv_kzvBoPTV1-hA7c8X6UF&index=2 Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”) Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek— And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean— Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home— For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore, And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came To build a “homeland of the free.” The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed And all the songs we’ve sung And all the hopes we’ve held And all the flags we’ve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that’s almost dead today. O, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME— Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath— America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain— All, all the stretch of these great green states— And make America again!

Lenin walks around the world. Frontiers cannot bar him. Neither barracks nor barricades impede. Nor does barbed wire scar him. Lenin walks around the world. Black, brown, and white receive him. Language is no barrier. The strangest tongues believe him. Lenin walks around the world. The sun sets like a scar. Between the darkness and the dawn There rises a red star. #poetry #socialism #langstonhughes #lenin

This is Part 7 of Lawrence Scott Sheets Eight Pieces of Empire: A 20 Year Journey through The Soviet Collapse. All paintings in slideshow are from a Soviet Art group on Vkontakte with administrator permission. Timestamps: 00:00 intro 04:55 The flaming recliner 20:37 Last song of the Ultas 32:46 Home, sweet Chernobyl 48:02 The road to the schoolhouse 01:03:48 Outro Outro music is Afghani folk music. For the previous parts of this book: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLgqG1badRMDd6fu9WEhHI3q8zO1RxmRRd

This is Part 6 of Lawrence Scott Sheets Eight Pieces of Empire: A 20 Year Journey through The Soviet Collapse. All paintings in slideshow are from a Soviet Art group on Vkontakte with administrator permission. Timestamps: 00:00 intro 03:19 Uzbekistan: I cannot answer that question 21:47 An Afghan interlude 52:58 The island of Dr. Moreau 01:02:58 Outro Outro music is Afghani folk music. For the previous parts of this book: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLgqG1badRMDd6fu9WEhHI3q8zO1RxmRRd

Todays News: -Quake death toll surpasses 17,000 in Turkey and Syria https://www.telesurenglish.net/news/Quake-Death-Toll-Surpasses-17000-in-Turkiye-and-Syria-20230209-0004.html -China demands end to US sanctions on Syria after deadly quakes https://www.rt.com/news/571204-china-syria-sanctions-earthquakes/ -UK has "No fucking jets to spare" https://sputniknews.com/20230209/uk-has-no-fing-jets-to-spare-to-meet-zelenskys-thanks-in-advance-demand-1107107614.html

This is Part 3 of Lawrence Scott Sheets Eight Pieces of Empire: A 20 Year Journey through The Soviet Collapse. All paintings in slideshow are from a Soviet Art group on Vkontakte with administrator permission. Timestamps: 00:00 intro 18:24 Armenia: A faded tintype of Mount Ararat 43:29 Azerbaijan: The shish kebab war 58:13 Outro Outro music is an Azerbaijani folk song.

Todays News: -Lula won't send arms to Ukraine https://www.telesurenglish.net/news/Lula-Wont-Send-Arms-to-Ukraine-Brazil-Is-a-Country-of-Peace-20230130-0027.html -Former Indo-Pacific command head arrives in Taiwan(which is part of China) https://sputniknews.com/20230131/former-head-of-us-indo-pacific-command-arrives-in-taiwan-report-1106860185.html -Winter rains revive Iraq's famed marshlands https://english.aawsat.com/home/article/4129001/winter-rains-revive-iraqs-famed-marshlands

This is Part 2B of Lawrence Scott Sheets Eight Pieces of Empire: A 20 Year Journey through The Soviet Collapse. I have split Part 2 into two videos. Part 2A is here https://youtu.be/6hoA2Ht7xZU All paintings in slideshow are from a Soviet Art group on Vkontakte with administrator permission. Timestamps: 00:00 intro 00:25 Buried Five Times 37:12 A Word About War 39:20 Outro Outro music is a Georgian Tushetian funeral song.

This is Part 2A of Lawrence Scott Sheets Eight Pieces of Empire: A 20 Year Journey through The Soviet Collapse. I have split Part 2 into two videos. All paintings in slideshow are from a Soviet Art group on Vkontakte with administrator permission. Timestamps: 00:00 intro 03:35 Nobody started this war 23:58 Exodus 01:03:26 Outro Outro music is a Georgian folk song called Gelano, Bride. Thank you for listening!

Welcome to The Workers Reading Room. This reading is Eight Pieces of Empire by Lawrence Scott Sheets, Part 1: Farewell Leningrad, Farewell Empire. Timestamps: 00:00 Intro 02:18 A civil war outside my door 15:59 Our Communal 26:14 Tears of a KGB man 50:20 A Bigamist bandit and a button maker 1:31:25 Sickle and hammer down, an empires last hours 1:39:21 Outro All art in the slideshow comes from a Soviet art group on Vkontakte with admin permission. 1. Fedosov Nikita Petrovych (1939-1992) Before the storm 1985 2.Filimonov Anatoly Georgievich (1949-2002) Guests from the series Petishism 1979 3.Gagarina Lidia Ivanovna (1902-1984) Circus 1957 4.Kobelev Vasily Alekseevich (1895-1946) Evening 1940 5.Myasnikov Fyodor Isaakovich (1913-1979) Sverdlov Square 1960 6.Reikhet Petr Viktorovich (1953-2013) Until the next navigation 1980s 7.Samusev Fedor Afanasevich (Panasovich) (1913-1985) Reflections, searches 1969 8.Saykina Alexandra Vasilievna (1925-2017) Mushroom season 9.Semakov Gennady Anatolyevich (1926-2015) In new conditions 1957 10.Sharyga Vladimir Mikhailovich (1935-2013) On the road 1975 11.Sidorov Valentin Mikhailovich (1928) Morning in the Cellar 1954 12.Tikhomirov Leonid Petrovich (1926-2016) Snowy Moscow 1950s 13.Vaks Boris (Bentzion) Iosifovich (1912-1989) On the whole 1961 14.Vasiliev Valentin Mykhailovych (1940-1986) High-rise installers 1977 15.Vedernikov Yuliy Anatolyevich (1943-2015) Our Grandfathers Frost 16.Vitkovsky Lev Ivanovich (1931-2008) Before the shift 1957 17.Yablonskaya Tatyana Nilovna (1917-2005) Done 1977 18.Yakupov Kharis Abdrakhmanovich (1919-2010) Chelnin beauties 1975 19.Zaitsev Nikolai Egorovich (1942) Noon. Harvest 1971 20.Zyryanov Alexander Petrovich (1928) Perm, cafe Cosmos 1962 Outro music is Soviet revolutionary song - Wondrous Future https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oWqXudgWJc&list=PL6Y5DvXWEvxo0hFg81vOVSGi7NI32lhs_&index=53

Todays News -Ex-Russian President blasts Davos Forum https://www.rt.com/russia/570013-medvedev-davos-duda-tanks/ -My thoughts on the WEF and the people of all political hues in Canada who support them. -Plus an update on the next book reading and why this isn't a theory channel.

Because I have made a minor equipment upgrade, coupled with expanding the video platforms I am uploading to, I have decided to make a new channel intro video for new listeners. Thank you everyone who has been with me so far and welcome to everyone new!

Todays News Russian MoD announces liberation of Soledar https://sputniknews.com/20230113/russian-mod-announces-soledar-liberation-1106279108.html China, AU vow to build a China-Africa community with a shared future https://news.cgtn.com/news/2023-01-11/China-AU-vow-to-build-a-China-Africa-community-with-a-shared-future--1gvMSq0Uppe/index.html