The American Empire, when the sun of history sets on it, will go down as one of the most monstrous and deadly of all time. And it wasn’t even a different people group we slaughtered… we devoured our own children, for no better reason than the fact that they were inconvenient to us, interfering with our pleasure and indulgence. God have mercy. Since 1973, we have killed over 54 million [edit: actually 57 million] of our children. OUR OWN CHILDREN. The numbers are so large they almost cease to mean anything to us. Yet we consider the Nazis the face of evil, who murdered approximately 6 million Jews. And they were evil, terribly evil, and we are out-killing them 9-to-1 and counting, while considering ourselves good and right. And please keep in mind, as you move to vote in November, the Democrats think murder on this scale is a fundamental “right”, and the Republicans have repeatedly chosen to continue funding this “right”. Neither should receive the votes of God-fearing men. Make no mistake, there will be a reckoning for this. Evil does not go unpunished. True patriotism is this: we must repent, and we must remove the evil men and women who would do this from positions of power.
*The 2010 Census reported there are 308.7 million Americans; using the number of total abortions at 57 million, that is 18.46% of the current US population.
What dreams escape their ivory bonds
Through ivory bound to bind in lie;
What sounds escape men’s ivory gates
Oft boundless cut to bind in time.
Though sword we fear, and bullet swift,
Though bombs hold sway to terrify:
Yet still the greatest doom of men
Sparks from no forge ere deadly flight.
It lurks in darkness, warm and wet
Awaiting form from thought and heart
At lights first glimpse it strikes its blow
To rend the soul, to tear apart
The form within that forms the man
A pain against he cannot stand.
Beware this blade unformed by hands
For none can tame it: none can stand.
-Charles Baldon, May 2014
i remember all i told You
all my promises unkept
as i watched You as i held You
in the deep night while You dreamt
i remember all Your whispers
through those curving perfect lips
how You told me that You loved me
then into the darkness slipped
i remember how You grew cold
i remember how i cried
i remember how they took You
i remember when hope died
and the skies they wont stop bleeding
mourning weeping full my loss
no one ever told me of this
no one told me of loves cost
so i stand here now surrounded
by the wreckage of Your dreams
and i gaze within the abyss
seeking answers to my screams
while the world is growing distant
weakly weary still i call
but my cries just feed the shadows
and in darkness now i fall
-Charles Baldon, March 2013
I woke this day to sullen sky, pouting and spitting but not quite raining. The sun has thrown its covers over its head and is holding out for the weekend. Combine this weather with that particular American madness we call democracy, and it seemed a good morning to sip a cup of Poe.
You’re welcome, America.
…That motley drama—oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot…
-Edgar Allan Poe, “The Conqueror Worm“