Follow the Leader In the waning days of the Cold War, Rainer Sonntag helped fuel a neo-Nazi movement that still plagues Germany today. He was also a Communist spy—and worked for Vladimir Putin. 8,907 more words Follow the Leader

A pioneering humanities program shaped a generation of students and brought acclaim to a public high school in Los Angeles. But beneath the excellence lurked a culture of abuse. 16,998 more words Fault Lines

Hey Everyone, I’m back or trying to be while I juggle lots of balls. It’s like a 3 ring circus 🤡 around here and if you follow me, I don’t have to tell you! (the pic is what my computer kept looking like through the process of going dark). I’m late and off my posting…

“Sorry kid … we’re a bit late. Queen Liz has left the building.” Britannia has taken Elizabeth Regina the smiling face of a class system spawned from feudalism upon a chariot ride to forever 🙏 ♾️ As a right royal loyalprotector of the faith ✝️she deserves a free pass from darkness . . . to…

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By T. S. Elliot … we die to each other daily.  What we know of other people Is only our memory of the moments During which we knew them. And they have  changed since then.  To pretend that they and we are the same  Is a useful and convenient social convention Which must sometimes be…

Activity Write a short poem describing what freedom and success mean to you. What thoughts come to mind? Any images or ideas come up? My Poem: Successfully Free I’m encompassed in peace. Silent. Still. Powerful. A green pasture. No more to-dos. I only exist. My feet burrowed in the dirt. The sky without clouds, only…

It’s all about guidance Choice remains with you There is destiny but Fate belongs to you We can always wander Or walk our path The only important thing Finish what you started LifeLesson

I was reading at Simit & Chai the other day, a gem of a cafe on King West. When I first moved to Liberty Village last winter, the owner looked quite despondent since business was so bad. At the time the seating wasn’t open yet, but the assortment of middle eastern treats and pastries were…

Woke up with a freight spirit,Torn and tattered. A frail desire,A feeling of not wanting to go on. Urge and motivation broken,Determination and will crushed. A voice within though,Has kept it’s incessant push,To reignite the little ounce of strength it can find. It’s still tryingIt hasn’t failed yet.It will not fail. Distraught