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the Plague Diaries-Chapter One https://www.lordrifa.com/plague-diaries
It’s been a year since the Plague began for us. More than just a virus of the body, it’s been a cancer to the world.. a cancer to our way of life. We have found ways to deter, to fight even to defeat the virus. But lost the war of our own souls in the process. Fueled by fear, demigods and the death of a way of life. Our world has been brought to the brink of war.
Fear of losing our individuality by wearing masks.
Fear of a non-white majority nation brings back Jim Crow.
Fear of Asians as the harbingers of the virus.
Fear has won the day!
Yes you may argue that I’m full of shit, but I stand now in an openly divided country ready and willing to go to civil war. How did we get here?
The Virus was the match and Vitriol was the fuel.
It will be a war about wealth and race. A war about class and accessibility. It will be the bloodiest thing we’ve seen yet.
But it all started in the most harmless of ways. Just a small flu that we could beat by just wishing it away………
Selah,
the rev
I love this time of year, here in my city. For about two weeks in the middle of winter, the weather changes and becomes calm, sunny, warm and lovely. Usually it’s the same time as the cherry blossoms bloom and the lost majik of my city once again asserts itself.
All of her denizens become happy, and generous of spirit, as if they had beef freed from the yoke of slavery. Slavery to the cold, the wet, to the indoors and each other.
It is also the month I have chosen for my birthday.
Since at the time of my first birth, calendars weren’t yet invented. People tracked time the old fashioned way, with the rising of the moon, the raising of crops or the passing of sons in war.
But about a thousand years ago I decided to celebrating the birthday of my current incarnation as my true birthday.
But I digress…
I love my city, but she’s having troubles. The gulf between rich and poor is no more apparent than here. Mocking all of us with a horrible reflection of our leaders ideas of our future.
I have never really believed in politics or ism’s
That was always my brothers job. I was content to stand by and watch, to be the commentary on life. But now that he passed, his mantle of activism has bled into my soul and won’t go away. As much as I try it seems to assert itself when I least expect it.
Indeed. I get lost at times when I write. Deciding to move with the flow as opposed to the thought.
My city, my beautiful morally bankrupt city, is still the only place I call home. The only place that calls my name as I walk her streets at night, climb her hill during the day.
Whispering to me in the slightest of ways.
There’s hope.
As long as there is winter-spring, I’ll believe her.
Selah
The Rev
Hey Y’all.
We are thrilled to announce the release of our fifth album:
“Playland at the Beach”.
It has tales of terror, humility, humanity and of course DJT!! (What album these day would exclude him?).
We are coming to the Neck of the woods on Saturday, April 29, 2017 8 pm to play it all for you. We are lucky to have a wonderful opening act called the Rad Dads.
http://www.lordrifa.com/upcoming-gigs
Clear your calendars, tell your friends and get ready to revolt!!!
I get up every morning read the papers front to back,
Not missing a single word.
I like the way it feels folding over in my hands.
a relic of the past.
My future is past
The papers sing me stories of things I can’t control or stop,
Swearing it’s from god.
I drink my bitter coffee, conversing with my friend-
My version of the creator.
He’s my favorite god!
And I feel helpless against the tide of liberty’s decay.
I feel helpless against the tide of political betrayal!
But underneath it all are excuses that I tell myself,
The excuses of my story.
My wife she holds the purse and my shame seems to never end,
The shame of my story.
There’s no jobs to be had!
And I feel helpless against the tide of liberty’s decay.
I feel helpless against the tide of political betrayal!
It takes more then a ribbon to show you care,
More then a flag on your chest to be aware.
Serving your country can be done in many ways,
You don’t have to die so other will say.
“He’s a true patriot, god rest his weary soul.
He died on a cross or was it under the sole,
Of a boot still worn by a our butcher of choice.
He gave his life to defend my voice”.
Lord, lift him to heaven, god rest his soul
but his family and his neighbors got to get off the dole……….
Don’t just stand and wait for the American spring,
Don’t just be idle but sing the praises of the free.
Freedom is not the right to be white,
It’s the right of dissension, and the will to fight.
I’m gonna run and find our American spring,
I’m gonna get on my knees and pray for this thing.
I’m gonna find you and dance and sing,
I’m scream and shout our American spring.
You gotta fight for the American spring!
You gotta die for the American spring!
You can’t hide from the American spring!
We all long for the American spring……
Selah,
the rev
There was so much to say before yesterday. I found that in watching the organic nature of the marches, their peacefulness and the magnitude of the movement, I became speechless.
It said more than I ever could on the topic of the occupant of the oval office. It made me proud to be part of the resistance and ashamed that there had to be one. So I will address only my emotions here in this blog, because the specific words have been presented so much more eloquently than I could ever had hoped to do.
This is a missive to my friends and family who voted for the current regime. Things will not be the same, no matter how much you believe to be right or me wrong, you cast your vote for a political coup d’etat. You ignored history. You swallowed the green pill.
You voted as a brown shirt.
You think you were part of a historic movement to right the injustice’s wrought upon you. The taking back of your country. Your country-as if it really belonged to any of you. Taking back what was rightfully yours. But what real injustices did you suffer? Were you pushed to the back of a bus because of your race? Where you passed over promotions because of your sex? Where you tossed off you jobs at the coal mines because coal production became to unsafe for the world in general. Where you denied healthcare because of pre-existing conditions? What happened to make you wear a brown shirt?
No, You’re white, lower middle class Americans who’s grandparents fled oppression in Germany and Russia, and you-in all of your myopic wisdom run-at full speed-back into their arms. You have never suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune-not until now.
You believe in a regime that uses doublespeak. That hinders the free media from reporting. That demonizes all who stands against it. You backed a regime that for years has been tampering with the free voting process by gerrymandering the districts until it was all but impossible to lose seats in the government. You walked with them with your fist raised high.
This is no different that what occurred in Russia during the early 20th century or Germany in the 30’s, central America in the 60’s. Small groups of people controlling larger ones through misinformation and the help of outside governments. We as Americans should know this because we have been party to this for years in other countries.
I wish I was wrong. I pray every day that I’m wrong. But I’m not. You complained that your healthcare was butchered, that your jobs had disappeared all because of a black man. All because when you looked into the mirror of society, what stared back at you was an inevitable future of the great melting pot-the real promise of America……..
and you were scared.
I no longer care if we speak. I no longer care if at the funerals and wedding I ever see you.
I no longer care.
Selah
the rev
LordRifa will be live at Slim’s
Saturday January 7th 2017, 8:45
You can BUY tickets here or at the door. Tell ’em the Rev sent you and get a free download from our upcoming album, “Playland at the Beach”. An adventure in funktographic color with 25.1 Progressive Surround Vibes. A New Americana experience!!
2017-You gotta fight the powers that be!!
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You know, last blog I said I wasn’t going to go down the negative road. I wasn’t going to preach anymore about these horrible times and just focus on the good.
Fuck that shit now!!!
We have just elected a corporate fascist clone of Il Duce and it’s going to be rough!! We can weather the storm of bad governing-we do it all of the time. We can also weather the storm of partisan politics, we’ve done that as well. But America has never had a true ideologue like Trump in power before, and it is fucking dangerous.
Check it out.
I doesn’t matter if he’s proven wrong on something, it doesn’t matter if he lies and doesn’t care. If he spews hate rhetoric and divisive racist remarks, they have no effect negatively on him. What matters are that his followers-and I say followers because this is now a cult of personality-will do his bidding. They will follow him gladly to the hall of glory, gun in hand singing the Battle Hymn of the Republic.
He will take us to war with Islam and the whole rest of the non-Christian world. Don’t believe me…just look at who elected him. Looked at who backed him. The “Alt Right”, neo nazis, White people who believe they’ve been done wrong by a world that naturally is coloring. This is passions last dance for them and they are not going to give it up so easily.
Not today, Not tomorrow, but most definitely in his first term.
I realize I sound like an alarmist and my mother would say-listen to my dermatologist everyday will be just like the last. But republicans love war. Republicans love the war machine (and not the dude from Iron Man). It feeds the corporate brotherhood of military-industrial cabals that have suffered during the Obama administration.
Children who are not born yet will have more rights than women will. It will be open season for cops on African-Americans. Cats will sleep with dogs-But the LGBT community will be prevented from marriage and equal rights. Sharia law-or his version of it, will be the law of the land.
We will become everything we hate and we will do it with a smile, wink and a nod.
I said it here, today November 9th 2016.
Selah the rev
The Reverend LordRifa 