The Okcitykid – A Peaceful Vet

For Those of You on Your Way to Church This Morning …a note from Michael Moore

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

Friends,

I’d like to have a word with those of you who call yourselves Christians (Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, Bill Maherists, etc. can read along, too, as much of what I have to say, I’m sure, can be applied to your own spiritual/ethical values).

In my new film I speak for the first time in one of my movies about my own spiritual beliefs. I have always believed that one’s religious leanings are deeply personal and should be kept private. After all, we’ve heard enough yammerin’ in the past three decades about how one should “behave,” and I have to say I’m pretty burned out on pieties and platitudes considering we are a violent nation who invades other countries and punishes our own for having the audacity to fall on hard times.

I’m also against any proselytizing; I certainly don’t want you to join anything I belong to. Also, as a Catholic, I have much to say about the Church as an institution, but I’ll leave that for another day (or movie).

Amidst all the Wall Street bad guys and corrupt members of Congress exposed in “Capitalism: A Love Story,” I pose a simple question in the movie: “Is capitalism a sin?” I go on to ask, “Would Jesus be a capitalist?” Would he belong to a hedge fund? Would he sell short? Would he approve of a system that has allowed the richest 1% to have more financial wealth than the 95% under them combined?

I have come to believe that there is no getting around the fact that capitalism is opposite everything that Jesus (and Moses and Mohammed and Buddha) taught. All the great religions are clear about one thing: It is evil to take the majority of the pie and leave what’s left for everyone to fight over. Jesus said that the rich man would have a very hard time getting into heaven. He told us that we had to be our brother’s and sister’s keepers and that the riches that did exist were to be divided fairly. He said that if you failed to house the homeless and feed the hungry, you’d have a hard time finding the pin code to the pearly gates.

I guess that’s bad news for us Americans. Here’s how we define “Blessed Are the Poor”: We now have the highest unemployment rate since 1983. There’s a foreclosure filing once every 7.5 seconds. 14,000 people every day lose their health insurance.

At the same time, Wall Street bankers (“Blessed Are the Wealthy”?) are amassing more and more loot — and they do their best to pay little or no income tax (last year Goldman Sachs’ tax rate was a mere 1%!). Would Jesus approve of this? If not, why do we let such an evil system continue? It doesn’t seem you can call yourself a Capitalist AND a Christian — because you cannot love your money AND love your neighbor when you are denying your neighbor the ability to see a doctor just so you can have a better bottom line. That’s called “immoral” — and you are committing a sin when you benefit at the expense of others.

When you are in church this morning, please think about this. I am asking you to allow your “better angels” to come forward. And if you are among the millions of Americans who are struggling to make it from week to week, please know that I promise to do what I can to stop this evil — and I hope you’ll join me in not giving up until everyone has a seat at the table.

Thanks for listening. I’m off to Mass in a few hours. I’ll be sure to ask the priest if he thinks J.C. deals in derivatives or credit default swaps. I mean, after all, he must’ve been good at math. How else did he divide up two loaves of bread and five pieces of fish equally amongst 5,000 people? Either he was the first socialist or his disciples were really bad at packing lunch. Or both.

Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
MichaelMoore.com

I will be at peace in the middle of a storm.

Today I worked on Christie’s old computer. It seemed somebody, probably the tech who upgraded it spilled coffee or soda on one of the memory chips, cleaned it up and added a larger chip and a faster lan card. Well it’s still slow, its an old computer and windows xp is still to big for it, unfortunately windows 98 is no longer supported, but its workable. Have the printer Debbie gave me and added that to it, and it works : ), Currently playing streaming radio from Pandora and dancing around my computer room and drinking beer, trying to be as happy as can be. There is one maybe two possibly three people who think it’s wrong for me to be happy, yes maybe even a fourth. It will be sad to see you all die in misery, I’m sorry I tried to be your friend, but that was turned into some kind of criminal activity. Sorry you feel that way. Just waiting for 2012, the beginning of justice I believe it will be.

Tomorrow I will try to add Internet phone and get off of Dawn’s wireless plan. That should work.

Haven’t worked on my book today, I will get back to it, I was working on its calender yesterday, it’s a little confusing.

Love you all, wished everyone loved me to, unfortunatly that is some kind of tabbo sinful thing. Don’t understand that and I feel sorry for those who feel that way.

I will say this much though, for those of you who have turned me into some kind of monster. All I can say, you can do that to anybody because nobody is perfect, and you better be careful, when the judgement day comes, what you have done to me just might be done to you, I suggest you make it right, but that’s just my opinion.

I told Nancy, I think people think I’m evil, she told me I was just being paranoid, you know you’re a good person, I know you’re a good person. And I do know I’m a good person, I would help out anyone and would not hurt nobody. I should have never left Nancy.

Friendship

You need a friend
I understand
I need a friend
Understand
I have about
A million things that need to come out
You have emotions you want to feel
Daily, the world tries to kill
That’s what happens when a bird learns to fly
Its got to get loose
or face the noose of a rope
You can’t cope with being alone
You can’t stick around
I know the tone
Someday the song will mix with the music
The little lamb will find its mother
For now
We have to help each other

By:  Roger Harkness

You want to hear something weird.  On the day that I tried to kill myself, there was a woman I knew about 6 years (correction: 8 years) ago who also tried to kill herself on that very same day.  Unlike me, having the pills all laid out in front of her, she changed her mind and strangely instead of dyeing like I was supposed to, I lived.  I wonder what would have happened if she decided to take those pills, we probably would have both died and it might of went like this.

Here I am standing before God, and God asks me, “What the hell did you do that for?”  I would reply, “nobody loves me.”  God would say, “Standing beside me here is a woman who loved you.”

She changed her mind and I lived.  Why did I live, maybe I got another chance.  I looked her up online and found her daughter on Facebook.  Contacted her daughter who gave me her mother’s phone number and we’re dating again.  In my lifetime I will have at least made one person happy, and that is worth living for.

Here’s the deal.  She loved me like no other women ever has and I dumped her in the dirt for someone else.  It had been done to me so I did it to her, a women who has never hurt me and I hurt her badly.  True, we did have an agreement, but I knew she loved me and I knew I would hurt her and yet I let her believe we would be forever and left her any ways.

She’s older than me, but you know what; Mohammed’s first wife, the woman it is said that he loved the most was 15 years older than him.  She proposed to him when he was 20 and he stayed with her, her whole life and when she died Mohammad was very sorry the day she had died.  So if an older women was ok for Mahammed, an older women is ok for me.  The women who has loved me the most and has never hurt me and has only been good to me, I have hurt the worst, yet she still loves me and is still good to me.  I don’t deserve her, but still she is mine.

A lesson I have learnt in my fifty years.  Such a simple lesson, yet I have been so slow to learn it.  Though we should love everyone, love those who love you the most, and you will live happy your whole life, no matter what terrible things may befall you.

Love
Roger

I told my therapist about how I remember before I was born.  I was in a wonderful place where there was perfect peace that is indescribable. Looking down I saw awful things, fighting and murder and such, I can’t recall all the details but I do remember the last thing I saw was a mushroom cloud bellowing up. An older man with white hair, beard and moustache (who in my younger years I believed was Jesus) came to me and said, “It’s time to go.” I felt like I knew it was coming but I was hoping it wouldn’t happen. I just could not believe after seeing all this, I would be sent there, I was distressed so much that my inside shook and tears flowed from my eyes. Understanding my pain, the older man wanting to reassure me that I would be okay put his hand on my shoulder and said, “It will be Okay.” You figure my father who was abusive never hurt me and  I spent 14 years in the Navy and never even fired a gun.

So my therapist told me a story about when she was eight and had an out of body experience.  She was very sick lying on the coach and left her body. The pain went went away and she felt so wonderful.  She was told she had to return but didn’t want to but was gently forced to anyways.

There is a better place to be where we all love each other and there is peace and happiness. I tried to go back there but couldn’t, so I guess I’m here for a reason and may someday find out why, maybe I will know why in 2012.

But never the less, I’m not crazy just because I remember something others cannot.  Things greater then we can explain.

So there we go.

Love
Roger

If you start a bridge on fire and then try to put the fire out, you might get burnt, but I wished you would have, I wished you could have and I thank you for the effort.

I know I have done some wrong, and if I ever hurt anyone, it was by accident, I never meant to hurt anyone.

I have been wronged too by some of you.

I may never be forgiven but I have forgiven everyone and hate no one and am happier for it, and you can be too if you chose too.

I regret that there are some who had a special place in my heart and are no longer reachable. But my porch light is always on and everyone is welcome.

Sincerely
Roger Harkness

Mother Wakes At Noon

Chains reaching up from the ground
No one
Nobody to be found
None

Butterflies sing that song
You know the one
That one no one hears
Nobody
None

Wind blows the trees
When I look up
They’re pointing down
At me
And there is no one
Nobody around
None
Just me
And the ground

But at noon
When the sun reaches its height
on the twenty first day
of the twelfth month
In the year – 2012
An earthquake
will brake me free

You looking at me
Waiting
For the day
The ground shakes
The day mother will awake
The ground opens up
swallow up the pain
brake the chains

You’ll see me
Free
to be with you

You will see me
And there
We will be
All accusing fingers will be braking
Hatred back biting bitterness shaking
and love
Taking its place
In a new time
In the year 2012

By: Roger Harkness
09/12/09

What’s Inside Of You

Those who live long wish to die soon
Those about to die wish to live long
Its never right
Why is everything always wrong
So who wrote the rules
I have a few things to say to that one
They say be happy
So be happy
and they find something you did wrong
Then they will say
It is because we love you
What’s up with this always finding something wrong song
Just go on
Pay no attention
Nothing to see here
Except fear
Afraid to say what is on your mind
Afraid they will laugh at you for
A long long time
The straight road is square
Boring
A crooked road is wasteful
And I have a bucket full of things to save
No place to store them
Do you have room for me
Will you be my friend
Oh I’m sorry
Did I ask you to sin
You can blame me for what you feel
And I’ll take my pill
But there is a darkness inside of you
The light may never fill

By:  Roger Harkness
09/11/09

The Hearts Are Tested

In this place
The hearts are being tested
Hearts made of stone sink and drown
The rest live forever
Learn to float
Son
The test of a strong man
Is a man who can still care
After being treated unfair
God is loving
Giving the careless an excuse
But don’t you
Die young too
Live on through
Be yourself
Don’t fight your life
It’s given to you to learn
Experience and feel
It’s a test
Everything before you
Is a lesson for you
A test of you
Pay attention
Take care
And do well

By:  Roger Harkness