Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Reclaiming the Holidays

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 November 19, 2013

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Every year as the holidays approach I am saddened 

by the number of people who seem to have become slaves 

to their holiday traditions. 

Over indulging in food and drink, over spending, 

working to the point of exhaustion and extreme stress 

are too often simply accepted as the way things are. 

Most of us don’t even enjoy all the holiday hoopla 

but we feel pressure to participate. 

If you are dreading the holidays this year I have good news. 


It doesn’t have to be this way.


You can choose the way you will celebrate, the activities you will 

participate in and of course you always have the power 

to choose your attitude.   

So get ready to make this the best holiday season ever by staying 

true to your own beliefs and values.

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ME and the Boss

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Friday, November 15, 2013

Individual







A poem

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chris condello

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The day of the individual has come and gone…
Now were programmed to be corporate pawns…
We will work until were blind dumb or dead…
Fighting for crumbs while the big wigs break bread…

There will always be someone just a little bit cheaper…
Computers replace man like the fucking grim reaper… 
A corporate soldier that’s been assigned a code…
So the company can determine your financial load…

This is not a world where I could coexist…
I’m too much of a shit that just wants to resist…
I ask too many questions and look for blame…
At minimum wage we are one and the same…

 Resistance is futile and our futures are bleak…
 The only hope is the independence we seek…
 Depending on nature is depending on your self… 
Not paying the standard rate for food off the shelf…

 Stand up for your most basic of human rights…
 Food in the cupboard and children’s night lights…
 Anything extra is for the corporate class…
 Lack of food is one way they own your ass…

 Pay a living wage to make sure we get to work… 
Eat with your hands because a fork is a perk…
 Subsistence pay is a form of human slavery…
 But in the corporate world it’s a sign of bravery…

 College degrees in hand like the soldier boy…
 Sent out across the land like the generals toy…
 Don’t be another fool or a disposable tool…
 Our lives depend on principles that each of us rule…

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 plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello .

http://chriscondello.wordpress.com .

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 ME and the Boss

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Monday, November 11, 2013

MARTHA COTHREN


 Back in September, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a social studies school teacher

 at Bobcaygeon (north of Peterborough, Ontario) public school, did something not to be forgotten.

 On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal

and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks out of her classroom.

 When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks.

 ‘Ms.. Cothren, where’re our desks?’

 She replied, ‘You can’t have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.

’ They thought, ‘Well, maybe it’s our grades.’ No,’ she said. ‘Maybe it’s our behavior.’

 She told them, ‘No, it’s not even your behavior.’ And so, they came and went, the first period,

second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom. By early afternoon television news

crews had started gathering in Ms.Cothren’s classroom to report about this crazy teacher who

had taken all the desks out of her room.

 The final period of the day came and as the puzzled  students found seats on the floor of the

deskless classroom, Martha Cothren said, ‘Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me

just what he/she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this

classroom.

Now I am going to tell you.’

 At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it.

Twenty-seven (27) War Veterans, all in uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying

a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over

and stand alongside the wall. By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids

started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks

 had been earned.

 Martha said, ‘You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you.

They placed the desks here for you. Now, it’s up to you to sit in them.

It is your responsibility to learn,  to be good students, to be good citizens.

 They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education.

 Don’t ever forget it.’

 By the way, this is a true story.

 Please consider passing this along so others won’t forget that the freedoms we have in this great

country were earned by War Veterans.
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 LEST WE FORGET – WEAR A POPPY TO SHOW YOUR RESPECT ON REMEMBRANCE (VETERANS) DAY. ON THE LEFT SIDE OF YOUR SHIRT ABOVE YOUR HEART- NEVER ON YOUR HAT OR ANYWHERE ELSE .
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 .http://angiesgrapevine.wordpress.com/2013/11/10/martha-cothren/

 ME and the Boss

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Friday, November 1, 2013

Slaying Dragons – Felon Dreaming


Eyes on the ceiling…
Back to the ground…
Rain drops drop in a rhythmic sound…
Thinking about how my life would be…
Living without heroin and a felony…

My arms show the scars of a million pricks…
Result of a mountain of heroin bricks…
Experience that only earned me a fight…
Desire to live lies in my will to write…

Writing is my last shot at redemption…
Art and photography my only salvation…
The few worlds where pain gets you paid…
One of the trades I bring in spades…

 No options but to carve my own path…
Stand up and give the haters my wrath…
Take away my voice but can’t take my pen…
Thanks to God I still have a friend…

 My only option is to continue writing…
Accept reality and continue fighting…
I will never be a part of the white-collar crowd…
Searching for a way to make someone proud…

 Looking for a reason… A will to live…
A continuing reason to charitably give…
 Locked out of opportunity… Left alone…
Societal failure… I’m on my own…

 Can’t look down I gotta keep looking up…
When my glass is half empty I’ll hit you with my cup…
The world always seems to be pushing me down…
The jokes on you… My best work is on the ground…


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 plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Another poem from the pen of chris condello,

writer and gorilla gardener from pittsburgh, pennsylvania...

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ME and the Boss

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