Voter Sovereignty 'Trust Us'

I opened the mail to the barcodes thaI I thought would be gone on my ballot for November
.

my son said he could hear me yelling into the phone from the other side of five acres.
Screeches erupting. It seems so obvious to me that I end up
yelling at people who already see the obvious- oops
the umbrella of embarrassment held over my head
Free style say what ever Then I hear that they are outsourcing the vote count. shipping our votes off Island... Incredulous seem to be the word.
Patty Murphy from the secretary of States office quickly sells the barcodes. Hart election systems with barcodes in twenty five counties. She appears to be the main sales rep for Hart voting system. I say it would be cheaper to vote count be hand.
My country, and the myth of goodnes, this Earth, and all life, is the core of my mission this life .
can I be me, when I write or just talk? Three planet fires- Uranus and Pluto Leo Sag Moon. Moon fire spues and erupts before I can edit. Add water and air and expansive Earth you get steam rising from mud. thats what it feels like sometimes and I can't help but fling the mud. Like the Orangutang in the San Diego Zoo flings shit at us humans.
Full Moon this moment
Sun on my Neptune so I may as well slip into Neptunium description of our times

Black moon Lillith in Cancer
Sovereignty the feminine
The suppressed feminine of the tribe in us all
Neptune in Pisces today, waves floating free form
in the nick of time I see someone seeing
the light on the breaking wave speak of jumping into the future to guide today
truely I say- it is the only way which gets us out of the mess of programming that we live under. Programmed to live in fear. Self blugeon free thinking.The fear of them killing or taking us or our loved ones..Ancestral survival, by submission or war.
then the question is- When I write, should I chain myself to what others already believe? Tethered is what that feels like. No, I will leave what I wrote.

Who is my audience anyway besides Lil' ole me?

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Bob Dylan Hurricane Lyrics
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Songwriters: SMITH, MINDY
Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out "My God they killed them all"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously
"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbing the register I hope you understand
I saw them leaving" he says and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not shown up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around
He said "I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for ? He ain't the guy !"
Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America fighting for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law ?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?"
"Don't forget that you are white".

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow
You'll be doing society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim".

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work he'd say and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder 'one' guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand ?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.