Three LIttle

I have three books
before me
The Three Little Pigs,
The Three Little Kittens,
The Three Bears.
How many times did I read the books
to my two sons as babies?

I may come out with a little book
called The Three Little Praying Mantis.


a goal I reached 1000 posts… nice..

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End Trafficking of Native Americans Act of 2018

Pass it on..

Gabrielino_Tongva

To, The Honorable Senator Sen. Catherine Cortez Masto

204 Russell Senate Office Building, United States Senate, Washington, DC 20510

RE: S. 3280: End Trafficking of Native Americans Act of 2018

Dear Senator Catherine Cortez Masto,

As a citizen of the United States, I think that the United States and the Federal Government need to support the unique rights of Native American Women who have been, and are being, abducted, part of human trafficking, in the sex trade underground. I am a believer in the rights of these women. Your bill “to increase intergovernmental coordination to identify and combat human trafficking within Indian lands and of Indians” is well grounded in this issue and I support bill S. 3280: End Trafficking of Native Americans Act of 2018.

Researching the subject, I have found it a very complex one. It includes a history of Federal Government and Native American Indian Treaties. It also includes an intense and problematic look at Native American Indian reservations, tribal leaders and their form of government and police force, in contrast or contrary to, a look at the federal government, state government and their police force.

It seems because of this complexity that the victims, Native American women, have found themselves in a vulnerable place. It seems the human traffickers know this and seem to prey on these women living within this complexity. I read on the website, The Human Trafficking Search Web site an article entitled Trafficking in Tribal Nations: the impact of sex trafficking on Native Americans posted by Liza Kane-Hartnett, that some of the problems stem from, “The proliferation of the fracking industry also contributed to a rise in sex trafficking of Native girls and women as “man camps” were established in remote areas of Minnesota, North Dakota, and South Dakota, creating a high-demand for sex in an environment rampant with drugs, alcohol, and limited supervision.”

Regardless to this there is a positive growing action by state and federal government to help these women. On the website, The Voice of America. I read an article entitled Lawmakers Propose New Ways to Help Native American Women. It states that the “Federal and state lawmakers have proposed or adopted a series of measures designed to address the problem of missing and slain Native American women and related issues, such as human trafficking, domestic violence and rape.”

I believe that the End Trafficking of Native Americans Act of 2018 is a promising way to    help Native American women by fighting for their rights and showing these women the proposed new ways to help them. A way of bringing the federal, state lawmakers and Native American tribal communities together to stop sex trafficking of Native girls and women. In the 2017 Trafficking in Persons Report – United States of America, “Advocates called for increased training of prosecutors and judges on mandatory restitution for victims of trafficking. Multiple federal agencies continue to engage in extensive capacity-building for law enforcement, judges, military personnel. pro Bono attorneys, and others to more effectively investigate and prosecute trafficking cases.”I support bill S. 3280: End Trafficking of Native Americans Act of 2018 and the many advocacy groups supporting the great need to stop sex trafficking of Native girls and women.


Reference

Masto, Catherine Cortez. Sponsor. Junior Senator for Nevada. Bill, S. 3280: End Trafficking of

Native Americans Act of 2018 Referehttps://www.govtrack.us/congress/bills/115/s3280nces

Associated Press. Lawmakers Propose New Ways to Help Native American Women. Voice Of

America. September 11, 2018 ;36(9):52-64. https://www.voanews.com/a/lawmakers-propose-new-ways-to-help-native-american-women/4567983.html. Accessed October 5, 2018.

Hartnett, Liza Kane. Human trafficking in Tribal Nations: the impact of sex trafficking on Native

Americans. Human Trafficking Search. humantraffickingsearch.org/traffickingofnativeamericans/. Published 2018. Accessed October 3, 2018.

United States Senate Committee On Indian Affairs. Bill S.3280 End Trafficking of Native

Americans Act of 2018. United States Senate Committee On Indian Affairs. https://www.indian.senate.gov/legislation. Published 07/26/2018 S.3280. Accessed October 3, 2018.

United States Department of State. 2017 Trafficking in Persons Report – United States of

America. United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR). http://www.unhcr.org/en-us/history-of-unhcr.html. Published 27 June 2017. Accessed October 3, 2018

ya! For the world…

Jaded Poem


A little around the edges
A spinning energy in my middle
Older and wiser and stronger
Less inspired by adolescent rantings!

So I want to write and read aloud
I want to travel and ponder
the meaning of life.

 

New Moon February 4th 2019

 

One drop of rain

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SEVEN YEARS ON WORDPRESS !!


th (18)idn’t speak much when I was young. Was not interesting in writing either. Only a few poems. I played with my friends, but I found it more and more difficult to communicate at school. I felt restricted, invisible or persecuted by my own peers. I was wild and not awake to the pounding of an education that seemed incredulous to me. I now realize I had foresight, creativity and a natural spiritualism that could not find contact. Nature was receptive! My mom and dad tried with lots of watercolors and paper.  A giant black board was painted in my room. Endless chalk drawings were created and erased, drawn and erased. The old player piano in the boys’ room is where I spent hours playing any song I wanted that I learned by heart only.


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Did I not express myself in school because of fear? Was the constant fighting and alcoholism in my household push me down into myself? Dyslexic, autism or a painful shyness was an issue with me? Children were not diagnosed back then.

Having foresight was a curse when no one listened!  I did not have the proper device , neither did I have the wise ability to  reach out  towards others. I did not have a voice!

Now at 60 I realize my heart & mind are mature and keen enough to reach that growing child. That is my reasoning currently for a need to create a hub like The Seminary Of Praying Mantis.  To share my voice and reach a global community! I believe this is the truth. Finding one’s voice and sticking to it is wonderful. The last eight years have made this happen for me.


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I am celebrating 8 years with WordPress. My HUB in a global community.

While spending a few hours observing nature this afternoon. I know that the many voices were loud and some subtle. The chirp-chirp birds, to the black crows on tall cypress trees. Above me high in the sky are the circling hawks and the commercial jets. Sounds of life. One drop of rain touched me. I am one drop of rain too.

I invite you to support The Seminary of Praying Mantis and celebrate with me. I have words to read, items for sale and images to make you laugh. I have grown as a writer, author and artist.  It is amazing that so many tools are available where one can publish ones’ works! It can be achieved very cheaply and sometimes even for free as with Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing. I have taken the core of my punk philosophy, wild nature, foresight and freedom to communicate with the world. I found a place to express myself. It is colorfully rewarding….

My Punkalullaby: The Seminary Of Praying Mantis (Punk Fanzine Memoir Book 1) http://a.co/2ZeXdAU


weird juxtapose

Viewing an image of Rocketdyne today at a Car Repair Shop in Canoga Park  I was amazed by the structure. The view was showing the perspective where the viewer can see the Verdugo mountain range in the background. At the time of the picture, 1950s, Rocketdyne is surrounded by farmlands and wild fields. Canoga Ave-Owensmouth and Victory Blvd.-Vanowen outline the buildings by rough asphalt two lane highways. Rocketdyne looks like a large computer chip including a large parking lot filled with cars. Ironically and sadly today the same once futuristic rocket-plant is now an empty field where while flowers and weeds are growing. The only things remaining from the 1950s are a few old pepper and eucalyptus trees. It is now hopelessly surrounded by cars, apartments and more apartments. A weird juxtapose in my minds eye. I liked it better in the 1950s.


We rode our painted ponies wild

Sony the white mustang and me

“I’ve learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain’s daughter mine”

~From Elton John’s 1971 album “Madman Across the Water.” The song was written after lyricist Bernie Taupin’s first visit to America, on the first tour in 1970.

I awoke to this song playing in my head. The lyrics are in my heart always. The song brings back my memories of riding the hills of the Santa Monica mountains in the early 1970s. Nature called our names as the wild sage did hug our thighs.  We rode our painted ponies wild as we sang this song aloud. We were held up and whirled into a time when everything had meaning. Schools, education, social pressures and family problems all erased. We galloped with the ghosts of a spirituality I only now begin to understand. Currently as a crone it is infusing my spirit with the wonder, beauty and sadness of life.


The Adventures of Sony and Raubie

https://hudleyflipside.com/category/the-adventures-of-sony-and-raubie/


Mary’s Special Place

I worked for the Visiting Nurse Association as a Home Health Aide in Santa Cruz California back in 1991. I enjoyed helping the elderly, sick and crippled. I comforted them and attended to their simple needs of washing, food and medicine. I loved their stories they shared. Most of my patients were in their 90s and their lifetimes were filled with a richness that I yearned for. They shared their stores with me.

I will share a story of Mary. She was alone in her parents’ home. A beautiful Victorian home near the shores of Santa Cruz. Only one room was used for Mary. All the other rooms, which were many, were closed off. The stairs that went to her room were something out of the novel Gone with The Wind. And to the right of these majestic stairs was a giant Ballroom with a crystal chandelier where Mary told me her stories. In the room where she lived was a single bed and a small bathroom with bath. On the wall was a painting of a lovely sailing ship. The painting was of her father’s ship. It was a family ship. She told me that she came from a sea family. It was a merchant family business.

As the times changed her family and Mary took to living on the land. She was born and raised on a ship. She knew the ocean well. Standing on ground was difficult for her as a young lady. Eventually she married. Santa Cruz was a cowboy town at the time. She told me one night when her husband made his usual advantages towards her. She declined and fell asleep. He went off to the bars to sleep with a prostitute. He gave Mary gonorrhea and after that she couldn’t have any children. It took some time but she forgave him.

This is a poem about Mary and our walk to her special place. She told me that the wild animals that lived there sometimes would pop up in her toilet. Small rats,  squirrels and lizards would sometimes appear. It did not look all that bad to me. Yet, I can only imagine how it once was.

Mary, We Call You Near

We walked our way 
To the stream 
Down a short 
Wood’d green.
Marking our way 
Me with my little red hat 
Mary with her special cane 
To a faerie glen 
Perchance we glance 
To see one of ‘em- 
Of course, 
Mary Would be reciting 
A lit’bit of Kipling’s.
 
Arriving then 
I sat upon 
The concrete tunnel there- 
Mary stood proudly 
Above my stare
A lassie quite young 
That only time 
Be’a steal’n years from. 

A stream did run here 
Once very free 
Now the community has grown 
A lot of concrete 
Be surrounding 
The stream’s old home 
Controlling the flow 
Which was once surely
More freely flow’n-
Now the stream runs
Past wood’d green 
And homes to the ocean shore. 

Mary and I listen’d 
To the green trickling
Of the eternal water go 
I looked up 
to see Mary’s face a shine’n
Like the sun
Full of wisdom and love 
Lots of hopeful youth too.

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old Irish Drinking Song…

My Punkalullaby Promotion Letter To Universities

My Punkalullaby tells a genuine account regarding the exploding punk culture during the late 1970s and throughout the 1980s. This is a story about the essence of a young woman living the life of a radical punk rocker.  Most importantly it outlines the evolution of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Flipside gave a voice to the punks when no one else would. Flipside supported and documented all the players. The fans, bands, promoters and artists all respected Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

Let me introduce myself. I co published and edited Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine from 1979 to 1989. Flipside Fanzine documented the Los Angeles underground music scene and the punk rock scene for 20 years. This was locally in Los Angeles and internationally. When I owned the publication, from 1979 to 1989, we published an issue every two months. We also sold Flipside Fanzine Vinyl Records and Live Flipside Video Tapes of current bands at the time.

I am introducing My Punkalullaby: The Seminary of Praying Mantis (Punk Fanzine Memoir Book 1) Kindle Edition. I am asking that you consider including My Punkalullaby in your reading list for your students as an insightful historic memoir addition to your curriculum.

~ Hudley Flipside


I want to recommend this product at Amazon.com

My Punkalullaby: The Seminary Of Praying Mantis (Punk Fanzine Memoir Book 1)by Amazon Digital Services LLC

Learn more: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07LGQQ8RZ/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_U_lLpqCbJ807FAD


Information and how you can communication with Hudley Flipside…

My WordPress Site

The Seminary of Praying Mantis     

hudleyflipside.com

 Email Address

hudleyflipside@gmail.com

My Public Image

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-public-image/

Trust Interview with Hudley Flipside

https://hudleyflipside.com/trust-fanzine-interview-with-hudley/


we were in love and wild about it..