From: Richard C Mongler
To: fmoore@eroplay.com
Sent: Friday, April 11, 2008 12:40 PM
Subject: Wow
Well, I was looking at the US 2008 presidential candidates on wikipedia while ago. And I came across your picture. The disturbing smile, the missing tooth, I knew something was different about you. Then I went to your site, I read your platform… And I must, say, I was impressed. All of your ideas are common sense, why should a government make people suffer because they aren’t making as much as the next man? My vote is going to you, however, not enough people know about you and your brilliant ideas. I’m making it my personal mission to spread your word, I don’t want to see anybody sitting in that white house but you. Good luck Mr. Moore…
Frank Moore wrote:
hi, richard. glad you like my smile…and my platform! if you are the guy who comes up when one goggles your name, you have a grin yourself! we had to black out my tooth in that photo because it was taken before i lost [sold] my tooth. if you are THE mongler, i see you live in canada. if that is true….i hate to break it to you, but you can’t vote in the u.s. i am getting an amazing amount of press coverage in europe…where they can’t vote either! but i see that you know how to promote…if you are THE mongler. i need any help that you can give in getting my platform out. like you said, the platform is what gives people hope.
and if you are not THE mongler, i value you vote! what state do you live in? i’m ready to mount a push to get qualified as a write-in candidate in as many states as possible. will you help?
here is a poem i use as a campaign speech….
LOCKED IN, LOCKED OUT
By Frank Moore
March 12, 2004
Evolution searches out potential
Within every life form,
Within every experiment,
Flowing through change,
Flowing through adaptations
Into new possibilities.
This tide wave
Moves everything,
Shapes everything,
Leaving everything
Which doesnāt find
The ever changing
Potential within its soul
Behindā¦
Just didnāt live out
Within the dynamic dance
Of existence.
Failures are the golden steps
Of expanding creation.
But we civilized humans
Have been denied
For most of the blink
Of our history
Most of our potential.
The tide wave
Has been dammed up,
Evolution has been funneled
Down into a narrow,
High pressure laser
Focused for profit and power
Of the hidden few.
Most of our potential
Is locked in,
Locked away,
Locked out,
Locked up.
Locked away in closets,
Locked up in factories
Of meaningless work,
Locked away in warehouses
Of waiting to dieā¦
Death waits
A dull lifetime to come.
Locked outside the margins,
Locked outside on the homeless streets,
Locked inside the suburbs of isolation,
Locked within the walled communities
Of comforting unreasoning fear,
Locked up within well-paid sitcoms,
Locked out toiling in the fields,
Not allowed to eat the food,
Dying in the false famine,
Dying from thirst
In the African dust
Manufactured from bottled demand,
Dying from sickness
Preventable,
Curable,
Locked away within
The dark other,
Locked in the kitchen
Cooking artificial food
Of bland pretending
Routine not fulfilling
Any need or love,
Locked down in chains
On the sofa,
On the shrinkās couch
absorbing unattainable desires,
Locked in gridlock,
Not coming,
Not going,
Just sitting within
Unmoving isolation,
Listening to the latest muzak
Of loveless loneliness,
All shining and cold,
Locked away
In the passionless bedroom
With the glass ceiling,
Tied down in the bed of hopelessness,
Tied down,
Locked up in the nursing home,
Lifetimes of wisdom
Dismissed and forgotten,
Locked up in padded cells,
Dangerous healing imagination
Being burned up by electric shock,
Burning up the trash that could
Save us all.
Locked up on Death Row,
Within the isolation cells
Lies change.
It will not die,
Even under tortures
Of ten thousand years.
Just lock it up!
Dam it up
With the oily gum
Of dogma!
Manufacture fear and mistrust
Of the other of difference.
Pour the many flavors
Of this poison
Of bigotry
From childhood
In mother milk,
In Godās image,
On the blackboard
Of coloring within the linesā¦
Lock whatās acceptable,
Normal,
Within the linesā¦
Then send these good citizens
Off on crusades of killing
Of the different other,
Of killing off diversity
Which is the curse
Of profitability.
The brew of bigotry
Blinds the eyes
to red is the color
Of all human blood,
Blinds us to
We all are locked in
Locked up,
Locked away
On the plantations
Of slavery,
In the sweatshops
Of suppression,
In the factory farm fields
Of exploitation,
In the occupied territories
Of closing walls,
Of refugee camps
Of wandering Jews,
Of death camps,
Warehouses of all kinds
Filled with waiting-to-die
Living hopes, dreams,
Loves, imaginations,
Cultures of the human spirit
Which do not fit into power,
Wealth, and the controlled reality.
Yep, we all are in there,
Including most of you
Who believe you are
The masters and the guards
In your dank cubbyholes
Of fears and addictions.
And within our cells
We have been digging
Throughout the ages
Underground passages
Linking passions together.
When we reach to touch one another,
The bars melt like butter.
We sing together
In words that the masters
Canāt understand.
We create together,
Dream, imagine together.
We hope and make love
Together behind the dam
In evolution.
The silly mentally retarded girl
Giggles as she runs to hug
An absolute stranger.
This is hope
Of evolution.
The police hose fires
High-pressure profits
Blasting of shortages
Through the damās holeā¦
Business as usual.
But it looks like evolution
Is about to burst through the dam.
Will it destroy all of us?
Who knows!
We always have lived
With Dooms Day
Judgment Day
Around the corner.
Sometimes it came,
Sometimes it didnāt.
But Iām betting
That our underground potential
Will be released in the coming flood
And will expand.
But then
This is written by
A guy
Who was supposed to have died
LONG AGO
In one of those death cells!
Thereās always hope
Hidden up our sleeves!
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
