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Saturday, April 19, 2014

One Week Later, No Answers in the Beating of Father of 2: Demand ANSWERS!

Stop the violence, in support of Aaron McLain and his family!

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Kankakee's local paper, The Kankakee Daily Journal reports that there is no lead in the senseless beating of a young father of 2. It is odd to this blogger that last week it was listed as a brawl with numerous men, now, it is down played to one man connected to the young father. There was minimal response by the local police and there is minimal response to this day. It is as vague and non-comital as the bar owner, bar employees and the people present who are terrified within inches of their lives to tell the truth. You see telling the truth in Kankakee will get you un-friended, disavowed and worse, your head bashed in.

The organized crime that has Kankakee by the cojones is nothing new. While the organized crime is no longer protected by Governors and long standing wealth in Kankakee, it is now an organized crime of the likes that keeps the old guard in check. It is gang crime. The same gang crime that is on national data banks for dangerous places.

Many people have criticized me for being outside of the community and not being in the know. Silly assumptions are made by those who are not in the know. You can entertain yourself by reading a simple glossing over here. I wonder how long before it will be tucked away on a back page, just like all the other unsolved crimes of the community.

I challenge you to all begin writing about it. Yes, believe it or not the local paper, is not the most read. Stand up and demand answers, if nothing manifests itself soon, then demand that higher powers get involved. Begin to ask if this is a gang related incident, or a hate crime. Why did this happen, how did this happen, who were the non-patrons and how were 12 or more men capable of just showing up out of the blue?

Here is the first article that surprisingly gained over 10,000 visitors to this day. This shows people want to know the truth, and people do care!

Stay tuned for more information, and remember, you have a voice!

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Desert Tortoise

We euthanize, vilify
rip away our mother’s wombs
we end our daughter’s lives too soon.

Incarcerate, discriminate
and leave young boys to face
the hate of hand guns pointed in their face.
We say okay, it’s quite okay
we are overpopulated anyway,

we need to build, more condos
and vacay casas for the rich,
we applaud them as they take
more mother nature, she’s their bitch.

Prime real estate,
like Watergate,
were liars cheaters still,
We did not learn our lesson
from a trail of tears
just rewrite history books deaden minds,

no one takes a second look
Keep the cha-ching coming
we’ve been conditioned in that way
the one who has all of the gold
the ones a-making all the rules
they label lessers as their fools
those who put a turtle first
the turtle, tortoise do they care
the symbol that the first man wears
does it matter they have worth,

bring to end fertility,
man made forced sterility
euthanize, vilify, obliterate,
gentrificate, incarcerate,
nullify, neutralize,
your freedom it is in my way,

land of the free home of the brave,

Welcome home, US of A!

by Mary E. LaLuna, 4/9/2014

 Desert Tortoise

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Be Inspired, Be Transformed...What does that really mean?

BE: "The fact, state of existence" The Lord calls us to be present, to be aware. For anything that becomes visible is light. Therefore it says, “Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.” Ephesians 5:14. We must be spiritually awake, consciously aware of the existence of something greater than ourselves in order to realize our potential and to see the purpose of our existence come to pass.

INSPIRED: "of extraordinary quality, as if arising from some external creative impulse." We are extraordinary when we are in the presence and awareness of God in and through us. "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11. The Lord is all the inspiration we need. HE believes in us even when we cannot. That extraordinary ability comes from the one CREATIVE Impulse, the creator of all creativity and beauty in the world.

BE: Consciousness. We are called to live and be one with our creator. While before we were asleep, we have been awaken and alive in our desire, our dream state has been replaced with an awareness of the possibilities before us. "For by grace we are saved through faith; and that not of yourselves:it is the gift of God:Not of works,lest any man should boast." John 3:16. I believe proclaiming that we are consciously aware of that which is given to us by our Lord and Savior is the ultimate "BE!"

TRANSFORMED:"a complete or major change in someone's or something's appearance, form, etc." Transformation is not reformation. Reformation means you take what is there and change part of it in order to alter a process that has been in place. Transformation means to change to the point that you almost become unrecognizable. Jesus Christ invites us to be transformed, changed through accepting Him into our lives. "Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect." Romans 12:2 When we change our mind and do as Ezekial calls us to do in 36:26, we will trade in our hearts of stone for hearts of flesh. WE are transformed! "And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh."

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Things To Remember!

When it comes to life, there are people who will always make sure that they win. They will make sure that under every circumstance they come out on top...that they are superior. They are NOT fair...they will undermine and cause you harm, even mock you to the point of pain. They will abandon you at every step of the way...all the while holding their hand out as if to help you along, but, the truth is they cannot stand that you may be better than they are. It is what it not be angry or hateful...just remember this. NEVER play their game again! You cannot win! It is okay to not be able to play this game, go find one where you will win. ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS! Love yourself and rise above it!

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Idiocy and Misplaced Jealousy!

I just had to share this bit of idiocy! As many of you know, I fell while at work over a year ago. I have been through heck and back with the medical system, professional system, and most importantly workman's comp. I have gone without any treatment since April of 2013 when I went to my own doctor, risking everything, just to unlock my knee that supposedly had nothing wrong with it. Anyway, I am slowly improving in as many areas as I can, however, the injury to my knee hip and back, will require intervention if and when the "system" wants to recognize me as a human being. I wanted to share what happened to me yesterday. Well, I have been fortunate enough to have a parking place with my name on it close to the building so as to not jeopardize me anymore than necessary. To that I say "thank you" to my employer. However, it has brought me distress. From a district truck driver refusing to let me park in my place, (that was finally resolved after a month and a half of fighting for what was my accommodation) to the knowledge by every hater that drives by that that is "Ms. LaLuna's spot" (nanananapoopoo) to the most recent act of misplaced jealousy. A co-worker came to me and said that on her way out of work on Thursday one of my fellow teachers said, "must be nice to have a special parking place and not have to park with the rest of us. In fact, some people are so special they even get a spot with the name on it!" My informant shared that she looked right at the other whiner and said, " She is injured and unable to walk, she is disabled, she was given what she needs. I am certain that she would love to be able to safely walk from the teacher's parking lot! Would you like to trade places?" So, for an industry that prides itself on claiming to bring an end to bullying and harassment, the people leading the charge need to stop the bullying on a professional level. To my fellow co-workers, I look forward to being back as I was before I fell and lost my physical capabilities. I am sorry that my disability makes you uncomfortable and jealous. Any day that you would like to go through what I have gone through in the past year+ have at it. Also, remember, the day may come when I am your boss and I will try real hard to take care of you if and when you injure yourself on my watch. May the Lord have mercy on your ignorance and quickly restore my health! If he chooses to keep me disabled, then i pray HE continues to strengthen my resolve to change the breeding grounds of hate and discontent.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

The Power of Music and Finding your own Beat!

As I approached my heart quickened with the sound of drums, all sorts of drums keeping a steady 4 – 4 pattern. Not all the patterns were the same, some of them fast, others slow, the timbre was varied but the rhythm was sustained. I turned the corner to find children dancing with anticipation over the possibility of getting to hold stick in hand. The growing fervor of drum and beat was moving them beyond containment. Weaving my way through little ones, no taller than my thigh, I looked past the man at the door, ahead to see a circle, and an inner-circle where adults all focused on their task, the task to blend their independent pattern to greater meaning. Amidst the growing turbulence was a peace. Those sharing their beat were calm, peace shown on their faces. They were one with a greater power. "If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away. " H.D. Thoreau There was no fear of losing pace with companions. It was a safe zone, a place where individuality was brought together in a circle, a continuum, and so the music played on. I was asked at one point (we all were) did I experience any enlightenment? Yes, I did, for one brief moment my dream of being a drummer was fulfilled. For that one moment in my own continuum I was free, free to pound out “my” rhythm, my existence was real. I was free to be me and part of the band. My commitment to change the world one song at a time has allowed me to see first hand the power of music as a transformer. Music is universal and music heals. The undeniable power of music to bring people together, to transcend hatred, pain, cruelty, brokenness and to bring about unbridled joy is evident. Yesterday I was supposed to be an observer. I was just someone bringing back information and hopefully a degree of clarity to a man who seeks to promote wellness. I came away with far more. I was inspired again. Music is a common language. Music is a language that holds unifying power. The organization that sponsored the drum circle and day of music melding towards greater understanding is Music Crossroads through a Recreational Music Making Partnership, located in Indianapolis Indiana, the crossroads of the United States. It was pointed out to me that music recreation is that of being “re-created” through music. No matter whether a child hearing a familiar song, or a performer learning a new musical phrase, a guitarist focusing on attaining that difficult chord, a drummer with a new progression, you enter into the movement one way and exit re-created. My kudos go out to Matt Carter of Indianapolis Convention and Visitors Association, John Fitzgerald of Remo, Inc for leading the “marchers” and providing the percussion instruments, The Shepherd Community Center for sharing their space and the thigh high percussionist, The Indianapolis Foundation, inspiring philanthropy and Albert Schnazi of Integrated Solutions for facilitating an afternoon of enlightened dialogue. It is no mistake that yesterday morning as I was reading scripture and asking the Lord what He wanted me to know that day that he brought me to 2Chronicles 34:12 “All those (Levites) who were skillful with musical instruments were in charge of those who carried burdens, and they directed all the workers in every kind of labor…” yes, we are called. If the Lord calls musicians to lighten the load, make the burden less, then I guess that is the who in the vast puzzle of life, and I indeed was enlightened! Blessings! (this is a reprint from a post written in 2008. It was true then, and it is true today.)

Saturday, September 14, 2013

American Exceptionalism? Well MLB Still Hold to the "World Series" Notion Too!

Why can we no longer boldly hold on to "American Exceptionalism" and why is that a phrase that we longer have the right to claim?

Well, I took the lyrics to the Irving Berlin song "Give Me Your Tired" and I will broke it down, line by line for you.

  • Give me your tired, your poor, "we will overwork them, put them into one room flats, force them to pay a deposit in order to turn the lights on, refuse them to drink if they cannot afford the water service, or if they cannot afford $2 a bottle for drinking water" oh and then make them feel less than because we labeled them "poor" 
  • Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; "we will put them into housing projects where they are unable to breathe freely due to the quality of air in our cities"
  • The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, "we will now only accept people who are engineers, people who can make more money for the big 10 who do not pay taxes."
  • Send these, the homeless, "only send us those capable of making 6 or more figures in their first year, oh hell, Big Blue says forget American ingenuity and smart people, it is cheaper and smarter "over there, over there!"
  • Tempest-tossed to me "enthusiastically they come, and those already here, are ignored"
  • I lift my lamp beside the golden door! "Sorry Charlie, the cost of oil is too high, but, I will give you a free phone, that will light your way!"
  • Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, "we drove him to his knees, he now bows before gods of another type."
  • With conquering limbs astride from land to land;" our days of conquering have left us broke"
  • Here at our sea-washed sunset gates shall stand "shining strong through the smog"
  • A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning,
  • And her name, Mother of Exiles. "yes, she creates exiles wherever she goes."
  • From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome;" come on in, we have property for sale that our people here cannot afford."
  • Her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor That twin cities frame. " we allowed for the twin towers to topple and with it our understanding of the middle class."
  • "Keep, Ancient Lands, your storied pomp!" "we did our history, but, we ignored the fall of man before."
  • Cries she with silent lips. "what have I done, what have I done!"
  • Give me your tired, your poor, "please do not give me more! here I deplore, hate and abort. Poor is not a name we like too much, unless it helps to stuff the box!"
  • Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; "wanna a fresh air hit, stop in at the O2 bar on central Ave. Oh, sorry, I forgot, breathing free is for the one percent!"
  • The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, "homelessness is alive and well, we welcome women by the scores!"
  • Send these, the homeless, "they are stupid and lazy that's what we think, shut them up quickly give em' a drink!"
  • Tempest-tossed to me "A land of the free and home of the brave, is now a lost ship filled with depraved."
  • I lift my lamp beside the golden door! "the last one to leave turn the light out, refuse to let Wall Street have one more of our cents." 

American Exceptionalism? Cub's fans still believe they can win the pennant, MLB still claims themselves to be the center of the world, by calling their advertising coup the "World" series, when in fact it doesn't even have a team in every one of the 50 states, thereby not even representing the United States, let alone the World, and we still put high school sports way before we put materials into the hands of our children who lag behind many parts of the world academically. We still proclaim that our music, culture, sports, government, is the superior way. Wake up America, we are only a small part of the 7+ billion on this planet. But, we are the nation that believes that the 1% gets to lay claims against the rest of the 99. Is that what makes us exceptional? Maybe American justice when claimed to be blind actually was referring to blind ignorance.