Watch Martin Luther King speak: Righteous Indignation, strength, hope, peace, love; a sense of being used up for some greater purpose.

Martin Luther King’s final speech, in Memphis, TN:

“Somewhere I read…”

….Will the ‘God of History,’ one day say, “That was not enough!…I was hungry and ye fed me not?”

‘The U.S. vs. John Lennon’ is an eye-opening documentary about John Lennon and his effort and impact on the peace movement. You should rent it.

Go rent ‘The U.S. vs. John Lennon,’ it is an eye opener.  I really enjoyed it and learned quite a bit.  Very interesting. (Did you know that the U.S. government deported John Lennon in 1972 for what the Strom Thurmond letter requesting his deportation phrased, “…if John Lennon’s visa were revoked, it would serve as a ‘strategic countermeasure.‘”???)

Here are some inspirational quotes, and one ‘deep thought’ by jack handy

There is something I know about you that you may not even know about yourself. You
have within you more resources of energy than have ever been tapped; more talent than
has ever been exploited, more strength than has ever been tested, and more to give then
you have ever given.

The past is history, the future is a mystery, today is a gift, that is why we call it the present.

Focus on Progress, not on Perfection.
~Dan Sullivan

We see the world not as it is, but rather as we are.
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate that can circumvent, hinder or control the firm
resolve of a committed soul.
~Ella Wheeler Cox

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful
beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
~Marianne Williamson

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
~Marcel Proust

People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing.
~Dale Carnegie

May you live all the days of your life.
~Jonathan Swift

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped
possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
~Dr. Dale Turner

Some men see things the way they are and ask, “Why?” I dream things that never were, and
ask “Why not?”
~George Bernard Shaw

If you’re not sure where you’re going, you’ll probably end up somewhere else.
~unknown

No dreamer is ever too small; no dream is ever too big.
~unknown

You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true. You may
have to work for it, however.
~Richard Bach

The main business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance but to do what lies clearly at
hand.
~Thomas Carlyle

Never live in the past but always learn from it.
~unknown

Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it
again.
~unknown

I do not think much of a man who does not know more today than he did yesterday.
~Abraham Lincoln

Take the first step in faith. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.
~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

“a feeling is not bottomless. Once felt all the way through, a great peace greets you there.” ~Alanis Morissette

“If God dwells inside us like some people say, I sure hope He likes enchiladas, because that’s what He’s getting” –Jack Handy

Obama Wins U.S. Presidency, “Let America Be America Again” a poem by Langston Hughes, and a video of the famous “Red States Blue States” Barack Obama speech from 2004…

Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes

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!