Al Jazeera owner has poet imprisoned for life

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Al Jazeera owner has poet imprisoned for life… six months after receiving the Roosevelt Foundation’s Freedom of Speech and Expression Award.

This post was last modified on January 26, 2021

J.P. Travis: Born and raised in Grand Rapids, Michigan, 1976 graduate of University of Michigan, father, grandfather, husband, founder and CEO of Travelyn Publishing (http://www.travelynpublishing.com/), and passionate anti-government believer in individual liberty.

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  • no surprise that the fdr'ers would award and ass-kiss a tyrant. barry surely want's the ability to executively order a similar writ upon those who'd disagree/dispute/denigrate him.

  • Al Jazeera? Isn't that a middle eastern nudie bar with goats pole dancing? Or was that the rent an appliance place, I can't remember this shit.

    "Midnight at the Oasis,
    Put your camel to bed"..........These musta been the people Maria Muldauer was singing about........

  • I write poetry but I also keep a watch out for drones. If Big Brother comes to get me, I will only give their goons one warning that I have seen every episode of "Walker, Texas Ranger".

    • I'm no aereonaut but I think it would be a good idea to keep in mind MD, that one cannot hit a building and knock off the front landing gear and expect to continue to fly, (i don't care HOW hard one pulls back on the yoke.)

  • To "We Three Kings":

    We two clowns, despots we are
    Bearing lube we traverse afar.
    steal and tax you, poor and stupid,
    Following comrade star.

    O's sickle of plunder, hammer of might,
    steal your freedom from your life,
    Downward leading, still proceeding,
    Guide you to an utter blight.

    Born a king somewhere I can't remember,
    Gold I take to fill my chamber,
    King forever, ceasing never
    Over you all to reign.

    O's sickle of plunder, hammer of might,
    steal your freedom from your life,
    Downward leading, still proceeding,
    Guide you to an utter blight.

    Oppression to offer have I.
    Free speech, but only for I.
    Poems and speech sends you to prison,
    Worship O, God he's high.

    O's sickle of plunder, hammer of might,
    steal your freedom from your life,
    Downward leading, still proceeding,
    Guide you to an utter blight.