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Dismantle the Chicken’s Court: Why We Must Stop Begging the Slaughterhouse for Justice

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  Dismantle the Chicken’s Court: Why We Must Stop Begging the Slaughterhouse for Justice Family, Tribe, Warriors, Elders, and NationBuilders—Axe’ Axe’ Axe’! Today, on this sacred Thursday, July 2nd, 2026, we are stepping out of the emotional matrix of being mad, sad, and scared. We are locking into the mathematical precision of Ujamaa (Cooperative Economics) , vibrating on the high, life-giving frequency of the color Green. Our meditation for this hour is anchored by an uncompromising truth passed down through the porches of our history: "Maize cannot get justice in a chicken's court." Look closely at this wisdom. If you are the maize—the nourishment, the cultural brilliance, the life-giving seed of our community—and you continuously carry your economic grievances to a tribunal of chickens, stop acting surprised when you get devoured. A court of chickens wasn't built to cultivate the seed; it was designed from its very blueprint to consume it. Our journey today is cod...
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Chemicals can burn/
but our actions burn deeper/
leaving marks on lives/





I challenge you to really look at this video and listen to the issue that are dealt with in less than two minutes. They deal with  heroes, sacrifice, initiation, God, man relationship with God, and hitting bottom. The most critical piece for me was the question about god. "If our fathers were are models for God what does that say about God?" being a young man coming up with no father in the house this question hit a nerve when i first saw it. Then working with young men I could see how this question played out in others lives. I want go into it today maybe later, but I want you to look at this question for yourself "If our fathers were our Models for God what does that say about God?".  Let's take it a little deeper "if our parents were our models for God what does that say about God?".
Just when i thought that was the toughest question my youngest son walks in the room. Now a  faced with this question, that has been in my face for over 20 years. I guess i was seating so close to it that I missed it. "What type of model am I?"

Brother Ha2tim
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