Anything you’re not working to change is something you’re willing to accept. ~ Sean King
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Keep them misinformed
Stir their emotions through lies
Fear means more than truth. ~ Sean King
I woke up, and against my better judgment I took a glimpse of the news this morning. As I suspected, the news was all about the suspect (the other suspect had already been killed) in the act of terror at the Boston Marathon.
What do I think? I think it’s time for me to read the Qur’an. To be clear, I believe in Christ, I believe in God, I have studied the bible end to end for understanding, I’m not a Muslim, and I don’t plan to become one. But all of these constant attempts to link every terrorists attack back to the Islamic faith has me wondering, what does does the Holy Book of Islam say on the matter. I suspect, like Christianity, Islam has people who have deviated from their faith and are no longer acting in accordance with the practices of their belief. If that is the case, it’s sad that the US government and many of the governments and media outlets of the western world describe these acts of terrorism as authentic acts of Islam.
It all makes me wonder, why isn’t every rape, every murder, every witch hunt, every act of violence against an abortion clinic, every cross burning, every lynching, every act of white supremacy, and every violent act committed by self proclaimed Christians also related back to the Christian faith. That is, if faith is truly the cause of all of these violent acts against humanity.
I say all of this to say, that I need to read the Qur’an, so that I can understand with my own eyes and own mind what is a component of the Islamic faith and what is propaganda.
Good morning family, today and everyday moving forward, we must be diligent about seeking truth everywhere where misinformation might be being disseminated and masqueraded as truth. The stakes are too high for us to continue accepting ignorance.
Thoughts on Poetry
It’s okay to write beautiful words that leverage an extensive vocabulary, are laced with erotic innuendo, and structured in one of the infinitely beautiful preexisting forms of poetry that go back thousands of years. But sometimes it’s necessary to break from tradition and style and to write something raw. Something dripping with emotion and truthful to its core. Something that stands in front of you naked, jiggling and flopping in your face, defiantly refusing to veil its body for your comfort. Sometimes it’s necessary to take your pen to the street and speak on behalf of the voiceless souls clawing for their small piece of the pie. Sometimes it’s necessary to write something where the whole purpose is to reach the very core of man and to jump start his soul into action. Sometimes it’s necessary to forget about the art and to reconnect with the being that is human.


