Wankie the Elephant and the President

Written by Roger Wright

Nobody Told Him . . .

Connecting President Bush with Wankierepparttar Elephant

The wind blows where it chooses, and you hearrepparttar 140062 sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.

John 3:8

I know a place

Ain’t nobody cryin

Ain’t nobody worried

Al Bell with Mavis Staples

“I’ll Take You There”

Asrepparttar 140063 hulking giant moving van lumbered east on Fullerton Parkway in Chicago; a tiny Cessna 150 plane, feather light and fragile, took off from an airport near Lancaster Pennsylvania and headed south towards Washington DC..

President Bush, cocooned in a phalanx of black SUV’s snaking their way out ofrepparttar 140064 District towards Patuxent Wildlife Preserve in Maryland, was thinking about what he’d have for lunch.

So was Wankie,repparttar 140065 last remaining African Elephant atrepparttar 140066 Lincoln Park Zoo.

Perched atrepparttar 140067 wheel ofrepparttar 140068 giant moving van that puffed and snorted slowly pastrepparttar 140069 gracious old city row houses liningrepparttar 140070 Boulevard just west ofrepparttar 140071 Zoo;repparttar 140072 Driver downshifts and rolls to a stop at Clark street atrepparttar 140073 exact same moment thatrepparttar 140074 flight instructor in that tiny Cessna looks out his window torepparttar 140075 right and sees a mammoth Black Hawk Helicopter loom so close that it’s as ifrepparttar 140076 bright blue spring morning had turned pitch black with just a snap ofrepparttar 140077 fingers.

And in that snap ofrepparttar 140078 fingers, a long buried memory of a bass line in a song springs intorepparttar 140079 flight instructor’s mind. He looks acrossrepparttar 140080 student pilot asrepparttar 140081 roar of two F-16 Fighter jets—even scarier thanrepparttar 140082 Black Hawk zoom up about a Cessna wingspan onrepparttar 140083 left. His mind goes blank except forrepparttar 140084 bass line ofrepparttar 140085 buried song. The flight instructor freezes. Shuts down cold. Except for that bass line.

Asrepparttar 140086 student pilot instinctively takes full command ofrepparttar 140087 tin can airplane now being guided byrepparttar 140088 Black Hawk andrepparttar 140089 all engulfing roar ofrepparttar 140090 Fighter jets,

the driver inrepparttar 140091 truck cab rolling slowly down Fullerton Parkway snaps onrepparttar 140092 radio and there isrepparttar 140093 same bass line fillingrepparttar 140094 head ofrepparttar 140095 frozen flight instructor.

A bass line set down long ago in Muscle Shoals Alabama by a man named David Hood underrepparttar 140096 watchful eye of Roebuck “Pops” Staples and his daughter Mavis—with words that don’t even begin to trace perhapsrepparttar 140097 finest seconds of bass guitar in rock and roll soul music:

Oh. . . .mmm

I know a place

Ain’t nobody cryin

Ain’t nobody worried

Ain’t no smiling faces

Mmm no no

Help me, c’mon, c’mon

Somebody help me now

I’ll take you there

Inrepparttar 140098 cab ofrepparttar 140099 truck,repparttar 140100 driver lurchesrepparttar 140101 rolling house of a vehicle forward across Clark Street in time torepparttar 140102 song. Inrepparttar 140103 Cessna,repparttar 140104 Flight Instructor hearsrepparttar 140105 bass line and just stares straight ahead—book ended byrepparttar 140106 Black Hawk death machine on one side andrepparttar 140107 apocalyptic roar ofrepparttar 140108 F-16’s onrepparttar 140109 other.

Back onrepparttar 140110 ground in Maryland, behindrepparttar 140111 tinted window ofrepparttar 140112 lead car inrepparttar 140113 President’s convoy; a man who’s name is unknown by every single one ofrepparttar 140114 23 people in that convoy—includingrepparttar 140115 president-- adjustsrepparttar 140116 mirrored sunglasses up on his nose, runs a hand over his blond crew cut, and reaches over to turn downrepparttar 140117 radio just as Mavis Staples sings:

I know a place

Ain’t nobody cryin

A beeping sound heard only by him prompts him to take a gun metal grey cell phonerepparttar 140118 size of a credit card out of his pocket and hold it to his ear. He listens for 5 seconds and then says “No.” intorepparttar 140119 piece of cold steel.

President Bush thinks that a pulled pork sandwich would go down fine. Especially with a tall cold one. Then he shrugs to himself and thinks---he’ll probably get tuna fish. Right afterrepparttar 140120 bike ride. It’s best that way. But damn-- for some extra spicy barbecue. . . .

Back nrepparttar 140121 truck in Chicago,repparttar 140122 driver pulls into Lincoln Park Zoo’s unmarked service road a couple hundred yards fromrepparttar 140123 gleaming bright shore of Lake Michigan.

While President Bush thinks about barbecue, Wankie,repparttar 140124 African elephant –repparttar 140125 intended cargo of that moving van---is just starting to eat. It will be her last meal atrepparttar 140126 Lincoln Park Zoo.

A quick glance at President Bush’s face, framed inrepparttar 140127 supple black leather behindrepparttar 140128 tinted windows ofrepparttar 140129 armor plated, black, SUV; and one can seerepparttar 140130 animated facial tic delight that comes from justrepparttar 140131 thought of that tangy Texas barbeque.

Wankie doesn’t have to anticipate anything. Chowing down happily on bushels of a leafy green looking concoction that it would take a scientist to explain; Wankie is surrounded by another small army of caretakers. Unlikerepparttar 140132 President’s army---scanningrepparttar 140133 roadsides for wayward democrats, terrorists, liberal arts graduates and all other forms ofrepparttar 140134 evil woven intorepparttar 140135 fabric of our world: Wankie’s small army of caretakers are looking straight at her. And they are all looking worried because nrepparttar 140136 bustle and clatter ofrepparttar 140137 million movements that go into runningrepparttar 140138 zoo; everyone seems half a step behind.

Slaves' Songs and Freedom

Written by Robert Bruce Baird

It may seem trite and naïve to suggest we can userepparttar codes that slaves used in their Gospel songs to truly communicate. Unfortunately these black Americans now believerepparttar 140039 Gospels they used to make their masters think they were happy and going along withrepparttar 140040 slave driver. It may seem paranoid to suggest we are still slaves even if we have lots of goodies or three cars inrepparttar 140041 garage. The truth of our world civilization is not very civilized. The wars and borders that keep us fighting or seeking to be chosen above ‘others’ in some racist ideology that includes frequent genocides is real. All religions are obviously not trying to let people know that whatever God might be it does not vary from one place to another and all life is part of it. They must start saying they all worshiprepparttar 140042 same thing and tell their followers no one is better than anyone else.

This truth does not needrepparttar 140043 UN investigation ofrepparttar 140044 Rwanda events or what is going on in Ireland and Darfur or Iraq to let us knowrepparttar 140045 culprits includerepparttar 140046 US (NWO), Catholic Church and their Anglican ‘brothers’. This truth of Synarchy that sees nations spying and warring on each other rather than allowing average people a chance to share inrepparttar 140047 technological opportunities of gene-therapeutic longevity, nanotechnological replacement of work, space colonization, and a host of ways to make everyone wealthy without taking money away from anyone; is not known torepparttar 140048 average person. The ‘politicos’ sling mud as two ofrepparttar 140049 same club run forrepparttar 140050 office of US President while both are dedicated militarists who promise to protectrepparttar 140051 rights ofrepparttar 140052 few againstrepparttar 140053 rest ofrepparttar 140054 world. These ‘fronts’ for World Financial interests that have a long history of wanting power rather than productive means to share and build without destroying nature need a thorough examination. But people are confused andrepparttar 140055 media is managed byrepparttar 140056 same people who boughtrepparttar 140057 media to getrepparttar 140058 Fed (a private company of rogues) in power with no ability forrepparttar 140059 people to elect new leaders. How can we sing a new tune? Could we at least get our slave drivers (Politicos and media) to treat us with a little more respect and honesty? Please considerrepparttar 140060 ingenuity demonstrated byrepparttar 140061 black slaves of America and how we might start creating community and harmony rather than war and hatred. This excerpt from a book called Slavery andrepparttar 140062 Making of America deserves special attention I think.

“The relationship between a slave driver andrepparttar 140063 other slaves generally depended onrepparttar 140064 extent to which he was willing or able to circumvent his master’s wishes. A slave driver could also use his position torepparttar 140065 detriment ofrepparttar 140066 slaves, but he did so at his own peril. Although slaves had little power, they might exercise what collective power they had to punish a driver whom they thought was unfair. A notoriously brutal or unjust driver could find himself censured by his fellow slaves {Todayrepparttar 140067 truth tellers among us are facing censure it seems. Patriot Act II is notrepparttar 140068 only problem.} who refused to associate with him or even to talk to him. Other slaves might spread rumors about a driver’s competence or his honesty torepparttar 140069 master’s house, undermining his authority; or he might have a work-related accident. The driver’s position forced him to balance retainingrepparttar 140070 master’s trust with havingrepparttar 140071 respect and cooperation of his fellow slaves. (11)

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