Sandblasted faces Burned bodies Humans living And dying

• in fear Death & Destruction Why on Earth! Give me water Thirsty Compartmentalization

Some never leave At least their minds Stay locked in jail My spirit came out

-Cured in hell

#veteran #poetry

Youthful bright eyed #Warriors Trade Youth - To Uncle Sam

Modern day #Gladiators Combatants Conquering

For whom?

Perpetrated violence For a false sense of #freedom Dancing for dollars Enraging nations
Worldwide stage grisly deaths

• my name choice for #Washington #NFL #team: #filibusters

Maybe some of the “entertained population” would look that word up. 😊

#savage #veteran #poetry #poem

John Amos, prolific actor and Army veteran from Roots, The West Wing, dead at 84

By #JoelSearls

Published Oct 10, 2024 10:02 AM PDT Reviewed By Tessa Robinson 0

John Amos, actor, producer, activist, #veteran of the 50th Armored Division of the New Jersey National Guard and Honorary Master Chief of the U.S. Coast Guard died at the end of August at the age of 84, although it wasn’t publicly announced until October 1. His death is mired in controversy with family drama, but one thing that’s indisputable was Amos’ talent. Amos portrayed pivotal figures in key series about People of Color, such as #Kunta #Kinte in the #Roots miniseries, James Evans Sr. in Good Times, and critically acclaimed roles in The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Coming to America, The West Wing as a Navy Admiral and Die Hard 2. He is credited with over 120 acting roles throughout his career.

Amos tried his hand at football before coming to acting. He also appeared on stage and on Broadway during his 50-plus-year career.

Publicity photo from Good Times. Pictured are John Amos (James) and Esther Rolle (Florida). This was for the premiere of the show. Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

Amos was raised in East Orange, New Jersey, and attended both Long Beach City College and Colorado State University, having earned a degree in sociology. He played football in college and was a #GoldenGloves boxing champion. He did so well at football he played football in the UFL for the Canton Bulldogs and Joliet Explorers.

Amos moved on to the Continental Football League to play for the Norfolk Neptunes and Wheeling Ironmen. He played in the Atlantic Coast Football League and finally earned a chance to play for the American Football League’s Kansas City Chiefs in 1967. His career was short-lived and he was cut by the Chiefs, returning to the Continental League to play for the Victoria Steelers.

He got his first big break on The Mary Tyler Moore Show in 1970 as the weatherman Gordy Howard. He was on the show until 1973 and during the early 70s he appeared in a McDonald’s commercial, in Vanishing Point as a radio engineer and moved into stardom as James Evans, Sr., in the show Maude. His role as James Evans, Sr. led to being cast in the spin off of Maude named Good Times in 1974. Good Times was a big hit, and Amos played the role of a working-class father of three as the show portrayed a positive image of the African-American family. The show examined the family facing challenges in their poor neighborhood which, when the show shifted towards being more comedic, Amos objected for many reasons. He is quoted as fighting with the writers, “That just doesn’t happen in the community. We don’t think that way. We don’t act that way. We don’t let our children do that.” He left the show at the end of the third season in 1976 as he was let go by executive producer Norman Lear.

His career continuned with roles in Hunter, Police Story, The A-Team, The Cosby Show, Sanford and Son, Murder, She Wrote, The West Wing as Navy Admial Fitzwallace (Charmain of the Joint Chiefs of Staff) and many more. Most notably in Roots, the Eddie Murphy-led comedy Coming to America and its sequel Coming 2 America as Cleo McDowell and in Die Hard 2 as the treacherous Major Grant.

Some of his later roles involved hit sitcoms such as Two and a Half Men, The Ranch on Netflix, and Ballers.

Amos also released an album of country songs called We Were Hippies and earned an Emmy Nomination for his role in Roots. He was married twice during his life and was inducted into the New Jersey Hall of Fame in 2020.

Joel Searls Avatar Joel Searls Contributor, Marine Corps Veteran

Thank you for you service to the world 🌍 #JohnAmos #veteran #roots #💜

Which one of my #veteran friends marketed this cause I know 😂

Literally saw a woman look at me and then do the crazy 😜 hand motion to a friend: winning 🏆 😂🤣😜🐈‍⬛😹😻

And a man #veteran who grew up near my old neighborhood.

Explained my face blindness as we met last night: whoops 😬

🙋🏻‍♀️⁉️❔: Which #USA family does that represent below? VISUAL BUCKETS (NO DOLLARS, JUST PROPORTIONS) • Trusts & Funds: ██████████ • Real Estate (legacy & new): ████ • Philanthropy vehicles: ███ • Personal earnings/IP: ██ • Liquid cash: █ (varies)

#QOTD #Question #FollowTheMoney

Hint 🫆

well #Anne #Lowe designed one of their wedding dresses 👗

Kind reminder ima

#Army #veteran so I know of #warzones

Been in one lifelong

A long, long time ago, I can still remember How the U.S. used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people prance And maybe they'd be kinder for a while

But the Persian Gulf made me shiver With every news source I’d devour Bad news at our doorsteps I couldn't take one more look I can remember how I cried When I read about Americans side But something changed me deep inside The day the people took sides

(America’s Great Divide)

So, bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die"

==== cut out So, why, why, Miss America Tried, Drove my Youth to The Couth, cause The Youth was Truth. And them good old boys were Spewing’ Hatred and lies Singin', "This'll be the day that they die This'll be the day the U.S. dies” === end cut

Did you see the looks of judge? Did you shoot for faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in love and soul Can humans save our morals, Bro And can you teach me how to Breathe real slow?

Version 2

(And do you have love in humans above If the logic tells you so? Do you believe in lock 'n' load? Can politics save your tormented soul? And can you teach me how to Breathe real slow?)

***********END VIDEO NOW!!!

Well, I know that you're in love with him Cause I saw you preaching of the sins We both kicked off our shoes Then I live those prisms and views

I was a lonely teenager humpin’ ruck With a pink complexion & an Army Truck But I knew I was out of luck The day my battle buddy tried

And do you have love in humans above If the logic tells you so? Do you believe in lock 'n' load? Can politics save your tormented soul? And can you teach me how to Breathe real slow?

I started singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie" Drove my Heavy to The Bevy, but The Bevy was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die"

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I started singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie" Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dryness Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die"

(I saw a mall shooter dead on the tiles With a brink complexion and 4 deaths Picked up The day the mall boy died)

I started singin', "Cry-Cry -Miss Liberty dies Drove my Scary to The Friendly, but The Friendly was dry Them good old boys were speaking Freedom Inside Singin', "This'll be the day that I cry This'll be the day that I cry"

——- End break—-

Now for ten years we've been on our own And WEALTH grows fat on a spinnin’ stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from Times Obscene And a choice that came for you and me

/////Now for many years we've been on our own And wealth grows fat on a spinning’ stone But that's not how it used to be When the diverter came for the dumb and the green In a look he brought from history seen \\\ End Break

Oh, and while the Queen was looking down The jesters grew its horny crowd The boardroom was concerned No perfect was discerned And why Freedoms Bled, dumb like a Fox Puppeteers practiced in the dark And we watched movies in the park The day humanity died

I started singin', "Cry-Cry -Miss Liberty dies Drove my Scary to The Friendly, but The Friendly was dry Them good old boys were speaking Freedom Inside Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die"

Helter Skelter in the summer swelter

• Helter Skelter on the world shelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
• the banks flew off with a bailout schedule Eight miles high and fallin' fast
• Rates sky high and crawling fast It landed fowl on the grass
• It branded scowls on the class The players tried for a forward pass
• The day traders tried for a forward mast With the “less-than” on the sidelines in a cast Now, the half-time BLAIR was sweet perfume While the PLAYBOYS played a CHARGING tune We all got up to parlance Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the SPEAKERS tried to take the field The marching HATE refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day HUMANITY died?

((And do you have love in humans above If the logic tells you so? Do you believe in lock 'n' load? Can politics save your tormented soul? And can you teach me how to Breathe real slow?)

We started singin', "Bye-bye, List Americans lies” Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye And singin', "This'll be the day that they die This'll be the day that YOU die"

And now: Oh, then now , we are all in one place All Generations lost in cyberspace With no time left to start again So come on, Attack be nimble, Attack be quick Attack Trolls rage on a constant uptick

• Cause hate is divisions best friend

Oh, and as I watched them on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

• My heart broken open in twists to engage

No angel born in Hell

• No angles born in Hell

Could break that Satan's spell

• Could wake Ms. INFORMATION’s swell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

•        Claims climbed high into the Sites
  

To light the sacrificial rite

• to light the superficial spite I saw Satan laughing with delight
• I saw Liars laughing with delight

The day the music died

• the day my free speech died

He was singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Spy" Drove my words to The online, but The online was sly Them good old boys were Spittin’ shadow bans & lies And singin', "This'll be the day that she dies This'll be the day that I die"

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I met a girl who sang the blues

• I was a girl who claimed the news And I asked her for some happy news
• And I freely gave all some happy views But she just smiled and turned away
• But wealth just smirked and pushed me away I went down to the sacred store
• I went down to that sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before
• Where I’d known the truth years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

• But the pain there said the humans wouldn’t stay And in the streets, the children screamed
• and in the boards, the children dreamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
• Unkind bothers lied and the poets unseen But not a word was spoken
• But no human word was posted The church bells all were broken
• The brain cells all were stolen And the three things I admire most
• The You, Me and the We They caught the last train for the coast
• They took the last brain for the roast The day Human Kind died

And they were singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"

• And they were singin’ Hi-High, Miss Love A.I. Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry
• Drove my brainy to the Query but the Query was a lie

And Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye

• And Them good old rich were drinkin water in the sky Singin', "This'll be the day that they die This'll be the day that Earth dies”

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They were singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"

• They were leaving’: “Bye, Bye Blue Marble Sky” Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry
• Road my wealth to the rocket, where to space we will fly Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye Singin', "This'll be the day the poor die" nostr: https://blossom.primal.net/c12bce2441f4572256b3f4cf0b88e91ec976d964fa4dcda1f360831976859a92.png

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Why? Let’s speak about why

Hey 👋 bro wanna have an interview with me? Cause below ⬇️

I mean you know about government contracts and as a #veteran I have some questions

A message to Kristi Noem … please share: this isn’t a threat from me*

But when enough people have zero hope … it’s basic math. 🧮 I don’t want more bloodshed. But that dimbulb #kristi is accelerating the divide in the #USA She is a sellout. Fax 📠

*Ima retired #American #Army #veteran: people like me have lost so many friends believing in the power of #democracy . Ima fat but if you wanna have a boxing 🥊 tournament 🏟️ #LMK cause I would definitely 💯 support that. No sass 💁🏻‍♀️

#NLT 25 JAN 2024

Trauma ⚠️: really just an insight into my writing process 😂😭🤣😝💜🥰🧘🏻‍♀️🥰😍 I’m #safe and have loved ones around if this becomes a bit dark, journaling ———- #Veteran related issues (all encompassing as I’m on free flow info dump right now) Transitioning to normal life after retirement Menopause (really) ———-

Shot over Forwardly observing her Good affections on target Boom boom Coordinates Shot bang Red legs Breathe, Squeeze, Release Splash ⁃King Follows me Unto death I pray

Random #poet works in progress ——- Uncle Sam takes #US indentured servitude youth Polished brass buttons Covers of minds Outside sanity, FREE DOM! Exploitative Poor Toxic waste of minds Sign on bleached paper Blood bought dotted line

Retirement came Yay, maybe now some reprieve ——

No longer happy with Basic beauty and classic design She craves her origin story That she #recovered from And accepted herself Toned down Wasting her skills

spreading over life

Adrenaline calls her once more
Can’t understand why she can’t Be ALL she is capable of

Nor desires the quiet minded peacefully boredom of this Natural life of modality Functionality less quality She wastes away

Once you’ve swallowed #fire Your thirst is never quenched #Moon drenched she craves Feminine to take over Why can’t she be like most women? They would love to be Treated like a #Queen Even for a day

But it’s not who I am I’m a warrior Spiritual, yes But in my soul Slayer of dragons. And now Crying 😭 Allowed myself to fall into his clutches Because his scales Sharpen mine Maybe it’s karma Lovers of dreams Whatever it is My soul screams

Give me back my sidearm This isn’t the place for me

Maybe I should get out my boxes Finally look at the awards I never cared about Coins received Exchanging rate seems off 🤣 soul much spent times spent —— How much pain can one woman take? For effects Multiple effective ranges Aren’t the same as Minimum nor maximum What was it all for My country is now ….

—— #BREATHE 🧘🏻‍♀️

Born in the USA SPRING DREAMS ( Springsteen new drop) A baby girl grew up hearing that song Believed in love of country False dreams Broken hopes Whatever It’s all been broken But hey, shouldn’t be surprised Y’all read my history on how we got here But UPDATE some people listens Per usual 😂 Something must directly effect others

• for most to care Sickening shadows of souls Brain damaged spoiled brats ….live in the USA Wealth overcomes this country
• most don’t realize what other countries Face…. My heart hurts ( I’m not toxic positivity) All emotions are valid Block, bang, yell

You think it’s my first time being target practice for weak minded #peacock walking dorks Man, you about to learn today 🤣 You will be put on your knees Made to gasp for air Beg for last breath You will want it to end But NOT on my watch boys. I’m so done Y’all want to lead my beloved country Into embittered gross division of Asshats and speakers Allowing congressional staffers To not legislate & enrage MY USA!!! Nah. Sorry, not sorry.

This is as much my country as it is theirs. My blood, sweetness, tears and more… Given so you can have the right to speak

Done ✅ Y’all wanna act like words don’t hurt Boys don’t cry Well friend, I’ve held men as they cried Because as a woman it was expected To be the emotional one While denying my own Be their battle buddy As you sleep with extra weapons Women fight multiple Enemies

Men: you’ve been warned. If no one else will… I’ll lead women to unite Change the landscape of the USA again. Cause I’ve always fought for others. Just one more evolution, right.

Women: I love you all. Men: Stand next to me, lead, follow or …

Whatever… you know what’s up.

——

I am

19 yo troop
Carrying #Saw thru Desert Cause I exist here

• Female Veteran on First Deployment ——-

You want the truth?

Modern day gladiators Youthful bright eyed poor Sold a lie to defend freedom In other countries Experienced soldiers understand Trading portions of our lives We know the prisms of colors Striations of Blood soaked earth The howling mankind makes Injured souls Color slipping away Spirit took ——— May you never know that pain

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