The Joys of Being Poor

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Guys for the two years 2016 and 2017 I traveled and worked and suffered the accusations
of this society doing 7 months in a county jail for nothing more in compensation but a better understanding
of natural freedom and the product of stepping out on
nothing but faith.

I have obligations but not like other people. In over ten years closer to twelve I have not had a utility bill, auto, rent or mortgage payment.
In the spring I would leave my home in the republic
of Texas and I lived as a stealth camper while working my occupation every spring until returning in the fall just before Thanksgiving. This poem should explain why I have more respect for those considered homeless than most other people.

I never considered myself poor. (until my government said I was poor)after taking all my compensation made
working in 2016.
I never considered myself homeless. (government tried to label me as such)

Just because people judge me or label me as something
does not mean I must agree with the label or the judgement.

Some people consider the common streets and roadways
as their home and would argue with you that they are
not “homeless” just without a shelter you would consider adequate enough to be considered a proper
home.
Not saying this life is without hardships and tribulations that must be suffered. Just that sometimes there is more freedom in hardships than in security.

ROBERT SERVICE has served us with this poem.

The Joys of Being Poor.

Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich;

But oh, the days when I was poor, a vagrant in a ditch!

When every dawn was like a gem, so radiant and rare,

And I had but a single coat, and not a single care;

When I would feast right royally on bacon, bread and beer,

And dig into a stack of hay and doze like any peer;

When I would wash beside a brook my solitary shirt,

And though it dried upon my back I never took a hurt;

When I went romping down the road contemptuous of care,

And slapped Adventure on the back — by Gad! we were a pair;

When, though my pockets lacked a coin, and though my coat was old,

The largess of the stars was mine, and all the sunset gold;

When time was only made for fools, and free as air was I,

And hard I hit and hard I lived beneath the open sky;

When all the roads were one to me, and each had its allure.

Ye Gods! these were the happy days, the days when I was poor.

Or else, again, old pal of mine, do you recall the times

You struggled with your storyettes, I wrestled with my rhymes;

Oh, we were happy, were we not? — we used to live so “high”

(A little bit of broken roof between us and the sky);

Upon the forge of art we toiled with hammer and with tongs;

You told me all your rippling yarns, I sang to you my songs.

Our hats were frayed, our jackets patched, our boots were down at heel,

But oh, the happy men were we, although we lacked a meal.

And if I sold a bit of rhyme, or if you placed a tale,

What feasts we had of tenderloins and apple-tarts and ale!

And yet how often we would dine as cheerful as you please,

Beside our little friendly fire on coffee, bread and cheese.

We lived upon the ragged edge, and grub was never sure, But oh, these were the happy days, the days when we were poor.

Alas! old man, we’re wealthy now, it’s sad beyond a doubt;

We cannot dodge prosperity, success has found us out.

Your eye is very dull and drear, my brow is creased with care,

We realize how hard it is to be a millionaire.

The burden’s heavy on our backs — you’re thinking of your rents,

I’m worrying if I’ll invest in five or six per cents.

We’ve limousines, and marble halls, and flunkeys by the score,

We play the part . but say, old chap, oh, isn’t it a bore?

We work like slaves, we eat too much, we put on evening dress;

We’ve everything a man can want, I think but happiness.

Come, let us sneak away, old chum; forget that we are rich,

And earn an honest appetite, and scratch an honest itch.

Let’s be two jolly garreteers, up seven flights of stairs,

And wear old clothes and just pretend we aren’t millionaires;

And wonder how we’ll pay the rent, and scribble ream on ream,

And sup on sausages and tea, and laugh and loaf and dream.

And when we’re tired of that, my friend, oh, you will come with me;

And we will seek the sunlit roads that lie beside the sea.

We’ll know the joy the gipsy knows, the freedom nothing mars,

The golden treasure-gates of dawn, the mintage of the stars.

We’ll smoke our pipes and watch the pot, and feed the crackling fire,

And sing like two old jolly boys, and dance to heart’s desire;

We’ll climb the hill and ford the brook and camp upon the moor . . . Old chap, let’s haste, I’m mad to taste the Joy of Being Poor.

I Love that poem for there is a richness of understanding in it. I Look at this man with
envy not pity now for I have given thanks and
counted blessings like he is obviously doing.
He is most likely reaching a higher number of
blessings counted than those people who look
down on him with pity.
He is praying for the rich and their salvation I am sure..
For he understands there is some joy in being poor

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[Anonymous 54]

Myself, Ive never found the joy in it.
I have no desire to be rich, monetarily anyways.

Being poor requires being perfect.

Buy the wrong part to fix the car, and have to buy another,means not makeing the rent.ect ect

Critters to feed.

I get what your saying thought.

[Anonymous 42]

Poverty SUCKS! AGE SUCKS! Allot of s~~~ SUCKS! F~~~ it!

[HitmanParticipant]

idealizing poverty is a romantic thing…
until sickness or hunger overwhelm someone.
then it’s HELL on earth.
.
have fun when your young.
the older you get,
the LESS you want the “joy ” of poverty.

[Faust For ScienceParticipant 22521]

Hitman wrote:

idealizing poverty is a romantic thing…

The only one’s whom idealize poverty have never known poverty.

[HitmanParticipant]

Faust For Science wrote:

The only one’s whom idealize poverty have never known poverty.

true.
like spoiled white kids for BLM.

[Anonymous 54]

I have known hunger.
Not fun.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Old Heyoka wrote:Myself, Ive never found the joy in it.
I have no desire to be rich, monetarily anyways.

Being poor requires being perfect.

Buy the wrong part to fix the car, and have to buy another,means not makeing the rent.ect ect

Critters to feed.

I get what your saying thought.

Blessed are the poor in spirit
why?
They are the subjects and slaves of that spirit
The creator has subject matter jurisdiction over them
Where the spirit is they are also.
Seek ye first his kingdom.
It is the lord’s political asylum
Safety from the servants who have tossed
off their chains of the written law..

The constitution was written as a limiting
document designed to chain government up
and limit government regulation of private
rights. In my personal case (STILL PENDING)
I claimed a private right.
The authorities failed to protect my
right and regulated me to a state of
poverty.
With no other choice I have taken
political refugee status in my creators kingdom.

He need only testify on my behalf.
He has no burden to prove his existence.
Anyone arguing against him will look foolish.
His spirit will take the same role as his
flesh when I was a young child. (LEGAL GUARDIAN)
He will guard me legally and publicly defend me.

I did not know why my father ask me to give my word to him that I would learn the duties of a judge.

now I know why. So I can hold them to their oaths
and keep them chained to the limitations of the
constitutional contract to govern.

Ignorance is the most prevalent domestic enemy
of the constitution. My father wanted me to defeat
my own ignorance. I studied even after he died and
kept my word to him. His spiritual guidance is my reward and my bond. A man’s word is his bond and
I have earned my fathers trust by keeping my word to him.

They have no plausible deniability about regulating
my private finances to the point of my poverty.
What more do I have to lose?

They can take no more than what is done
a fathers spirit can’t be taken from a son.

He and I will laugh at those who
challenge my self evident truth and it shall
forever set me free.

Or they can house and feed me if they want to
be heartless dicks. Being Locked up was not
as bad as expected. I will never pay them
for taking their chains off and putting them
on me. I will never agree to pay them later
to have them open the cage and let me out now.
I will never be indirectly in contempt of a dis-honorable court.

I will hold direct contempt out
like a flag and wave it vigorously.

They have but two options when dealing with me.

1.turn me loose for lack of subject matter
jurisdiction. (Because I am not their subject)
2. Lock me up, feed and house me until the
books are considered even.

Having gave everything to my father I have no
authority to use his money to purchase
freedom in a country that claims its people
have true liberty.

The rights in this country should be for everyone
not just those who can pay their way.

I waive all Government assistance henceforth.

They say a man who represents himself in a court
of law has a fool for a client.
My mother did not raise a fool,
because my mother did not raise me.
My heavenly creator raised me and
his is the only representation I need. A&men

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

I do not love poverty so it is not something
I am romantically involved in.
I do hope to improve financially
Not at the cost of my dignity or morals.
There is no shame I have found
in working for only what you need.
Faith will provide in sickness
as it has in health.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[bladeParticipant]

If you give there is nothing to take materially and makes for good ghosting while giving more . If you do a good deed be prepared to pay . I get what happened to jesus .

Kindness people will take for weakness witch leaves them vunrable .

Jesus didnt come to earth to bring peace .

What ever my fate and time will be decided by god and i know that time and place of my last breath awaits me and i will be like a flicker of flame in time .

The people that live in the castle cities will see themselves above nature and those that live in it . There time will come where they will regret placing them selves on pedastals .

Let the adults of the world sort it out they will say . What skills will they have to survive with when they wake to have nothing . Kings and queens cant materalise food .

I dont like cities . No humor take advantage of kindness and there morals and way they go about life is a time clocked robot with a me me me attitude and slyness to gain and f~~~ over there nieghbors for self gain .

I recently have conducted an experiment for a good job with selling locally produce and goods . Cash too . All had an excuse then went immediatly on about them selves . WOMAN PUT THEMSELVES ABOVE THERE OWN CHILDREN and are that f~~~in dumb there flat out cooking toast .

Young guys i have noticed a big difference that have come from single mothers . They are sadly like a single mother . Victims and f~~~ everyone over .

With the world coverd in c~~~s and arseholes like ticks if society collapses these mr adult grown ups will perish .

MOVE ON . Goverments say that and woman do too after a f~~~ up . Making a sign to put at my front door for woman when they knock on the door wanting . MOVE ON

Humor like what the f~~~ happened . We used to have humor till my home was flooded by the SYDNEY single mother refugees . All our goverment housing is flooded with them and no one has noticed .

This i am a grown up sensible adult s~~~ p~~~es me off . Relax have fun .

Like how people read threads and interpret the words like ya screaming in rage .

What alot of people call trolling we do that for fun with mates . Paying out and pulling pranks . Someone might be fealing down so ya get em laughing by making a lets say grim situation a bit light .

Look in your homes . How often do you use what you have .

Community living has been replaced with goverment and the elites at the helm . Community function better i got my lathe back .

Got sisters that bring me info . Got one thats been a mole in the dv system . F~~~in incredible . She f~~~in hates em for what there doing . Not finished yet .

Drove past a old bro today with the thumbs up . A man willing and careing to stand and rare . Old school local . Big set on that man and knowledge of the redpill . Stand and fight when the time comes .

When the battle is over the world will look back in amazement of how many people they generated by modinising . The world will become a big place again after . The safe zones for those to continue . Where and how what . Paper and what came and what is .

Blade the road warrior

Ford built and had to many xc coupes witch they found hard to sell and came up with the xc cobra white and blue stripes . At that time the police were having problems catching the muscle cars on open highways and hills . So ford threw together an xc 2 door coupes for the cops witch were plain looking coupes but worked . Cant remeber how many where made but there was one i herd off by some older mates many years ago .

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

HitMan wrote:have fun when your young.
the older you get,
the LESS you want the “joy ” of poverty.

Too late hitman I am in my 56th year.
No longer young and if you missed it
I explained it has not been all fun and games.
I landed here while following a sort of quest
for understanding. I consider this a midlife
change the crisis is almost over.
Second half from 55 to 110 years should be lived
to do the things my father did not live long enough
to accomplish. I am done living for myself.

My father is a person going his own way
Where he will guide me Is yet to be seen.
I pray he will overcome all adversity.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Blade wrote:Community living has been replaced with goverment and the elites at the helm . Community function better i got my lathe back .

Blade wrote:Jesus didnt come to earth to bring peace

Good to hear your lathe has been returned, I remember reading about your suspicions concerning who took it.

Christ is in my life to drop the protection
of the heavenly law down around me personally.
To save me from the bad guys in the good guy
uniforms. Many people claim the christian
faith for just as many different reasons.
My father showed me the way at a very young
age and now that I am old I must not depart.
My reasons are personal but not selfish.
I have nothing to give but my skills, services
and future time of life. I have already given
all that to God.

I can only teach his truth for I will always lack the authority to give away his physical property.

Thanks for the reply Blade enjoy reading your words

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

MGtower wrote:Poverty SUCKS! AGE SUCKS! Allot of s~~~ SUCKS! F~~~ it!

I agree, But was instructed to keep laughing
at the sucky

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[JuehueParticipant 1316]

I don’t think you’re happy because you’re poor, you’re happy because you are contented with what you have

[bladeParticipant]

harpo-my-“SON” wrote:

Blade wrote:Community living has been replaced with goverment and the elites at the helm . Community function better i got my lathe back .

Blade wrote:Jesus didnt come to earth to bring peace

Good to hear your lathe has been returned, I remember reading about your suspicions concerning who took it.

Christ is in my life to drop the protection
of the heavenly law down around me personally.
To save me from the bad guys in the good guy
uniforms. Many people claim the christian
faith for just as many different reasons.
My father showed me the way at a very young
age and now that I am old I must not depart.
My reasons are personal but not selfish.
I have nothing to give but my skills, services
and future time of life. I have already given
all that to God.

I can only teach his truth for I will always lack the authority to give away his physical property.

Thanks for the reply Blade enjoy reading your words

Thanks bro . 10000

I relate

Bless ya bro

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Juehue wrote:I don’t think you’re happy because you’re poor, you’re happy because you are contented with what you have

I am happy because I do not consider myself poor.
I agree with your assessment.
Your assessment goes along with my religious
teachings.
My lord is my Shepard and I shall not want.
I want for nothing and all I have is what I need.
I have more than what I need within myself.
I am rich in experience, survival skills and
faith.
The authorities are deep in debt
My one silver dollar (LAWFUL MONEY OF ACCOUNT)
keeps me honest when stating “I have more
wealth than my broke government.”
One single penny would be enough
to make that a true statement.

I am happy that I am so wealthy
in understanding that my government
lacks intellectual fortitude
to provide evidence of any motive
much less a real crime..

I love every single civil servant
that works for my government and respect them
individually for the job they do.
I respect the honest ones by giving them credit for being honest.
I respect the evil, liars by doing
all in my power to expose them and force a change
in their behavior. I do not hate the evil servants
I just hate their evil behavior.

I can only change and improve myself.
I have no authority to change others
I can point out their shortcomings
If they cause me injury I shall make it public.

1974 privacy act states that a man’s right
to privacy includes his right to be left alone
even by his government.

This would be good enough for me.
I have the sneaky suspicion that
I will have to harass them back
a bit before they achieve the understanding
that failing to leave me alone will cost
them more than it makes.

I shall prove to costly to screw with.

law is just something that is written down
and must be strictly followed by the servants.
they make It their occupation.
Law is not my chosen occupation.
The licensed privileged occupation for hire
called driving is not my chosen occupation.
Involuntary servitude is unlawful.
using threats of incarceration and fines
to coerce and force me into any occupation
other than my chosen occupation is placing me into
unpaid involuntary servitude.
I consider what Oklahoma is doing as a violation
of my right to choose my own occupation as well
as violating my right to travel by failing to protect it when it was Reserved on the contract, invoked, exercized and claimed.
The law says for the protection of these rights
governments are instituted among men.

If I cannot travel, work and own exclusively private
property then I shall shout from the rooftops
and all across the media that a free country
does not exist. I shall let it be known that
we live in a Mafioso style protection racket.
where only those willing to pay get protected.

And no amount of fake money will bribe
me to shut up and comply with the demands
of the organized criminal tyrants.

Can you bribe a man who places no value
on the currency you are offering as a bribe?

Money is not power. (not over me)

I will only accept what is promised in our
laws. Life unregulated, liberty unencumbered
and happiness as claimed.

All other contractual offers are null and void
for my lack of interest.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[HitmanParticipant]

you are an inspiration .
to live with faith .
as i already do.
but you brought it to the next level here.
God bless you brother.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Hitman wrote:you are an inspiration .
to live with faith .
as i already do.
but you brought it to the next level here.
God bless you brother.

I Give all the praise honor and glory
to this man. My father who art in heaven.
For he is my spiritual guide and chosen God
I thank Jesus everyday for hosting his spirit
in my heart.

You men who understand are truly a blessing also
and your welcome in My fathers kingdom anytime.
He was the wisest man I ever new and fearless too.
He was the youngest child of six making him a(LAST BORN)
I am his first fruit and only one of 5 he got custody of. Makes me the (First BORN and only begotten)
Natural self evident truth and a bit surreal.
A first and the last. I did not choose to be who I am
I just wish to be half the man he was.

This picture was damaged by heat. it was in the truck while impounded.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[bladeParticipant]

Hey bro thought you might like this pretty amazing brick art .

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[IGMOW (I Go My Own Way)Participant 2572]

The one who finds abundance in what he has, and is able to give thanks for the good he sees, is rich. The one who possesses a lot, but is forever empty, is poor.

"I am my own thang. Any questions?" - Davis S Pumpkins.

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