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shows all the percentages by voter category: https://www.tiktok.com/@deardata1/video/7705482550315126029?_r=1&_t=ZP-9BDKAnSxyak

the category is SEXUAL DISCRIMINATION, PERSECUTION. When this category need not exist, our work is done. Until then, silence isn’t neutral -- it’s complicit.

a terrific overview of our political Parties: https://www.facebook.com/reel/1808875213716964

though i'd say it's more like a level of consciousness you remember, than attain. We've all got the Christ Consciousness in us already.

an interesting place to start the journey: https://www.facebook.com/reel/1456007743400621

questionnaire: V: If Hollywood made a symbolic movie about the current administration, it could be a modern version of the film...? You can only experience one love in your life: (a) brotherly love (b) career love (c) family love (d) romantic love (e) self love Which things would you not eat? Why? (a) pig (b) dog (c) chicken (d) parrot (e) human (accidental death, but fresh) With control of Congress, what would you fix the 1st year and 2nd year as President? If you had to, once per year -- in what order would you push a button to eliminate the existence of alcohol, cocaine, dishonesty, ego, greed, guns, religion, unregulated A.I.? Lindy: CALIGULA V: perfect. decadence, deviant sexuality, depravity. Given new "bubba" speculations in the Epstein files, perhaps with a BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN twist? Self love - unless you love yourself it’s very difficult to fully love anyone else. Emotional baggage always gets in the way. V: a viable choice, unless self-love is just one's preferred method of physical gratification I don't eat Pig. I always think of Babe. Dog, I love dogs, Parrot, Humans, depends on the person. V: ok. meeting your meat saved pigs, you love the personality of dogs and parrots? and the taste? of chickens. i dare not press you any further! Year 1 I'd develop a great healthcare plan. Year 2 Gun Control. No one should have an automatic weapon of any kind. I’m not a fan of hunting but a rifle would be ok. V: sounds like the standard moderate approach and it's still not fixed. Perhaps ELECTION REFORM first might pave the way for real solutions? Organized religion, Unregulated AI, Guns, Greed, Ego, Dishonesty, Cocaine, Alcohol V: religion and a.i. first are provocative choices. i might argue the overall order, but again, you might have me for lunch in a debate! Thank you for participating in the first Inner.View and Q, Lindy!

V3 do you know where your grown kids get their political news everyday? Lindy: Unfortunately my daughters mostly get their news from TiKTok and other social media. One of them finds the news too disturbing so she gets a lot from family discussions. V3: that's ok, though some family discussions might be limited due to hillbilly inbreeding 🤪 Based on the fluidity of your writing, might you be on a real keyboard this morning? Lindy: Yes. Because you're a cellphone snob. V3: well, at least that's better than the other thing you've called me -- "mister cranky pants" do you think it might be useful to direct your offspring to the NEWS section here -- a collection of trustworthy progressive sources? And the ISSUES/ANSWERS section for effective ways to counter right-wing rhetoric? And the LIBERAL ART REVIEWS for inspiring works they may not be aware of? I'm fishing here. Or, i should say -- pitching Lindy: Sure. It's useful to me too. There's stuff here that I wasn't aware of and things I can make others aware of. For example there are two documentaries on PBS tonight worth seeing. Ken Burns on the Revolutionary War and something on the ex Prime Minister of New Zealand. She's an inspiring woman with an interesting story. V3: there. you see. without this connection i would have missed those shows and watched grown men dribble and dunk a ball made of cow flesh. V3: did you hear about the study that showed a decline in young people's cognitive thinking after a day of scrolling on their phones? it's why we're taught math. the brain needs to be exercised. Lindy: Yes. I heard. Also, kids today depend on social influencers to tell them what to buy, wear and eat. Influencers and AI are doing more and more of the thinking. V3: less critical thinking. less jobs. what could go wrong?

(Full Disclosure: Lindy and i are friends who worked together in a record store as teenagers and reconnected on Facebook.) Good evening, Lindy. Pick the RED pill for an interview about you and the familiar world we live in. Pick the BLUE pill for an INNER-view that may be more challenging and probe deeper. Lindy: Blue please V3: ok. are you on your phone or computer? Lindy: Phone V3: are your cats on your lap? Lindy: No, Ana kept trying to play with my wool and I said no and she left V3: so you're gonna thumb your way through this when you could be on your computer keyboard? How long did it take us to get this far? Lindy: I’m guessing too long for you. V3: is it the bed thing? no laptop. not comfortable on a chair? Lindy: All of the above V3: aren't cellphones for people on the go -- on the toilet or away from home? You said yourself that newbl is more user friendly with a larger screen and keyboard. Are you an example of what this forum format is up against? Lindy: Yes but with some Patience we will work it out. I do believe more will be using their phones over the computer V3: why should people be patience here when they've got an abundance of animal-clips, hot TikTok stars and other delights and distractions to scroll through? how many cat-clips did you watch today? Lindy: Just the one you sent me. In answer to the first question, because this site is for people who want something different. V3: like what? Lindy: Discussions that are deeper and more interactive. A way to really get to know someone because they don’t know you they can be more honest and open. Sometimes we just need to express our feelings so we can understand them ourselves.

because all the politicians currently in office are winners of the corrupt political game as it is now.

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1053713581029519

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1410224007203837

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1506151034870955 excellent street dissertation on the essence of the system's problem -- that instead of establishing charities to help the poor we should be changing the system so it produces less poor people

non-cognitive dissonance: https://www.facebook.com/reel/1100178862521258

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1392765933018571&set=a.526891862939320

over 75% of Dem voters also support, and have supported The Public Option/Medicare For All/Universal Healthcare but the Democratic leader openly opposes it.

truth treated as a physical threat. "You can't use logic to change a mind that is defending it's identity." https://www.facebook.com/reel/2155687255374773

Now Available --the startling OTHER CONCLUSIONS: ENDING 2: THE TOWER OF POWER ENDING 3: BEYOND THE DARK OF THE MOON ENDING 4: THE TARDIGRADE'S TALE ENDING 5: RED WRITING HOOD EXPOSED ENDING 6: THE JUDGEMENT ENDING 7: A MURDER OF CROWS ENDING 8: THE READING ENDING 9: THE TWIN TOWERS ENDING 10: THE WORLD

the story concludes... Ending 1: THE ME BOOKS OCTO: OK. Here's the scoop, my 2-armed, single-hearted, red-blooded friend. The truth is, your history was recorded in the ME BOOKS. LINDY: The ME BOOKS? Someone wrote down human history and named it after our "Me Generation?" That doesn't sound right. I mean, it may be an appropriate title, but, it still sounds fishy. No pun intended. OCTO: Well, madame. I assure you, I may be squishy but I'm not fishy, in any sense. And I've got as much brain power in one tentacle as you've got in your entire human skull. But, look, I'm already regressing. I'll summon up the evidence. In the meantime, let's break out some of those snacks and engage in a more elevated repartee. Octo softly places Lindy on a large rock being caressed by the waves and they converse about many things. A large, big-mouthed Grouper shows up, opens its mouth wide, and spits out a canister. Octo opens it to show Lindy what's in it. She is amazed, tickled, and inspired. She's so excited she could wet her pants, if she hadn't already. Lindy rings V3 (via her ring). She tells him the whole story and transmits the canister contents. V3 immediately recognizes the books -- now with a few illegible title letters, worn down from centuries of being passed down from tentacle to tentacle... MEL BROOKS: THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD PART I and THE NEW TESTAMENT Octo explains that the sea world learned lessons from the ME BOOKS. They learned what not to do from some of the mean spiritedness of the silly creatures in Volume I. And they learned from the examples of brotherhood and selflessness from, what they believed to be, Volume II. OCTO: Your kind needed both air and water but polluted both, Lindy. You eventually put your faith in mechanical men who could do math much better than you. But as you know, Captain V, your New Testament guy articulated the greatest moral algorithm two thousand years earlier -- no equations required. And no miracles either. All you had to do was walk the walk -- on land, not water. But you crucified the messenger. V3 dashed to his night-table drawer and opened it -- verifying that, indeed, he had retained the Old Testament by mistake. He thought to them all: "Thank God I capsulized the better half!" And he thought to himself, with gratitude, about the synchronicity of his earth father's hand in shaping the future for him, and all life forms to follow. THE END (1)

OCTO AND THE anti-ARMS RACE LINDY: Rules? Sure we all need guidelines. But why does that sound ominous? OCTO: I'm afraid you're right, human. I'm sorry, your name is on your name insignia -- Captain Lindy Lightyear. You wear name tags? Anyway. The ominous part is what it might lead to if we didn't have a particular rule. I must apologize again, if it sounds insulting, but what it might lead to is...um...YOU. In the evolutionary sense. LINDY: No offense taken. I think i understand? But why might a land crab lead to us? OCTO: Well, you can't be too careful. But, yes, a more readily recognizable example, in your mind, of something that would evolve into land-walking, would be a mudskipper or, more accurately, a Tiktaalik or Ichthyostega which, visually, is a mix between an alligator and a potato. LINDY I see. I see. Right. Well, yes, that isn't flattering but it makes sense -- if it's the war mongering, exploiting, lusting, greed and arrogance! OCTO: Frankly, my dear. It's the oxygen breath. Ha. I kid. You're not the only ones with a sense of humor. But the most dangerous aspect of you is not really your legs, it's your HANDS -- the hands that build the technology that can turn faulty thinking into bad behavior and magnify it. LINDY: But technology in the right hands is good. What about our communication devices? OCTO: Don't need em. They're in our head. And interactions. LINDY: What about all of our entertainment delivery systems. OCTO: Don't need em. They're in our head. And interactions. LINDY: Alright then, what about our culture and history that we record and pass down. OCTO: Don't need em. They're in our head. And interactions. We pass them down, like your elephants did. LINDY: Games. Sports? OCTO: The Dolphins are playing the Sharks in the semi-finals of Touch Snout-ball tomorrow. Turtles are the balls. They retract. They love it. LINDY: Damn it. You got me. Should we pack up and leave then? OCTO: No, everybody deserves a second chance. We'll pretend you haven't already had a boat load over the course of your history. We'll just keep a fish-eye on you. LINDY: You mentioned our history again. How do you know so much about our history, Octo? Can you read it from my mind? OCTO: No. Well, some. But your mind is a mess -- all over the place. I mostly get a sense of you, including the sense of humor you like -- so I can reflect it. LINDY: Then how do you know so much, Octo? I don't like loose ends, Lindy says waving her arms around. Glancing at his arms dangling in the water, she adds, "No, offense." OCTO: I am forebode to share the source, my child. Lindy thinks for a moment, reaches into her Flight-Fanny-Pack and pulls out a Choco-Nutty Nutrition bar. She invites Octo to try it. It does, and its skin pigment changes into a flush of vibrant colors. OCTO: Hmmmm. Fascinating flavors. I love a good seaweed salad but I eat it so often it's practically coming out of my gills...you got any more of those, sweetie? LINDY: Why yes, I believe I have a whole pack. Now, you were saying...about human history? to be continued...

THE GALAPAGOS OCEAN (conversation format) OCTO: ...we're happy -- living our best lives and enjoying nature and companions without needless conflict and complications. LINDY: Can i ask who WE is? OCTO: Yes, I'll show you, but you must trust me. She affirmed her willingness and felt another wave of calm, even as she was lifted above ocean waves and deeper water. The octopus swirled its 7 other arms beneath the ocean surface, as if signaling something. Its body turned sage-green -- Lindy's favorite color. And the milky blue water, turned crystal clear --treating her eyes to a wondrous vision, indeed. The ocean was teaming with life -- all forms of fish and crustaceans, and a glorious, colored, array of sea vegetation adorning the ocean floor. Lindy was especially delighted when a school of dolphins passed. She instinctively connected with dolphins, even though she had only swam...uh...floated with dolphins once, with the aid of adult floaties. She was particularly surprised to see a crab riding on the back of a dolphin. Apparently, just for the fun of it. LINDY: I don't get it, Octo. Don't you and dolphins eat crabs? OCTO: My dear girl, the crab's family would not be happy about that! -- and neither would we. As you can clearly see, we are perfectly capable of farming non-sentient vegetation. It is abundantly available for all thinking, feeling oceanic creatures to enjoy. LINDY: I see. but...wait. Why did you throw the crab back into the ocean, instead of just letting it be? OCTO: (with a more stern tone of thought) Well, we may be peace-loving free spirits, but we do have certain rules which must be followed...

the story continues... AN OCTOPUSES GARDEN IN THE SEA Lindy Lightyear walked along the beach. She loved the beach. It was her safe place, -- her meditative space. -- as long as she wasn't exactly on the ocean. She didn't have the stomach for the top, or the breath and swimming skills for navigating it on her own. But she was delighted to be able to make the trip, now that Newbl's land development was progressing nicely. The ships initial ocean scan reported no life signs. That was unusual, given the ideal conditions. But since they had not found intelligent life forms on the surface, they accepted it, and focused on their colonization For that reason, and several others, what Lindy saw this day was especially shocking. A crab crawled out of the surf towards some rocks, but got no further than 5 or 6 feet before a dark brown tentacle, with the girth of a tree trunk, reached out of the water and picked it up. Instead of making a meal of the crustacean, however, the long arm tossed it far back into the ocean. The tentacle paused as if sensing Lindy's presence -- as if contemplating Lindy's presence. Apparently, its decision was to whip out and latch around her waist. Since no one else was around, the Captain was spared the humility associated with one wetting their pants. But, apparently, the discomfort, did not go unnoticed by the cephalopod. "My apologies for startling you my dear. But I could not let you get away," the rubbery creature projected into her mind. Lindy was encouraged that she could communicate with it. She was an excellent communicator. In fact, she was The Palette's Communications Officer before being promoted. Yet, somehow, under the circumstances, language escaped her -- even if it was only inner thought. Or, perhaps, because it was inner thought, all she could transmit was PANIC! A wave of calm overcame her, as a soothing frequency accompanied the thought-- "You may call me, Octo Octopus. And i mean you no harm, my friend." The feeling flowed through her whole being. "Our scans detected no oceanic life readings. How did you get here?" Lindy inquired. "We have been here for a long, long time" it answered. You didn't detect us, but we detected you, and through quite some effort of mass concentration, we blocked your perception of your instrument's readings" "But why?" she asked. The octopus hesitated, then transmitted, "Because...well...let's just say..." to be continued...