Campaign Zen 500b.c.: 2012: Colonial March thru Election History Told in Tavern Doggerel.

By Peter Prasad

A colonial march thru election history, filled with humor, insights and political commentary. From first elections in Athens 500 BC to 2012. A look at our democracy as a sport needing our participation.
Guaranteed to make you laugh!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Prasad
• Release date: Jul 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476225654

Peter Prasad

Sonoma Knight: The Goat-Ripper Case is a sexy romantic crime thriller set in the heart of wine country. Afghan vet and Bronze Star hero Jake Knight comes home to heal, save his family farm and fall in love...before racing to stop a puffed-up wine adulterator bent on murder. This is Jake's first case in a new career at a private investigator. Ten 5-star reviews at Amazon. Campaign Zen, 500bc - 2012 is an illustrated history of the ballot box and the election campaign process. The American story is told in doggerel with voices from native Americans, Colonials, British soldiers and others. It concludes with a media analysis of the 2012 election, told with humor.

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Doggerel & Spoken Word

British, Colonial & Pirate Accents Fun!

Huzzah Campaigns in U. S. History

Campaign

Zen

500BC - 2012

-by-

Peter Prasad

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Colonial march to ballot thru history

To Win election with Wise Heart

Don’t duck this mirth n’ mud sling.

Read on, brothers & sisters. Read on.

Huzzah !

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Patriot & Frenchman

Thomas Paine penned Common Sense

May you Hold Fast to hear him here & now.

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Vote

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I don’t understand it but recommend it whole-heartedly.

Maurice Kanbar, serial inventor, NYC & SF film titan

Ancient Celtic moon

Logo recycled Celtic Empire

Pan-Europa domain. Celts, not-

zen folk, Took pride in not writing

anything down. Their campaigns

were all told

Spoken word. That changed.

Users Manual: Instructions

Oh and how we’re pleased at Smashwords

to relax n’ breathe n’ laugh a spell. Pour a jar for

Mum and Pa to hear aloud your favorite Prasad.

Or make up facts historical. Not poetry, but

Colonial doggerel (spoken word, 18th century

slang) when our nation was busy being born. So

simple, sound like the last pirate movie you saw or

a belle of the ball, lace n’ all. Har-harr! Kind, sir!

We all own history, starting tomorrow.

Way-wacked spoken word accents historical

Colonial o’ Boston, Dutch, Irish, pirate, Suth’en

draawl, lisped-Spanish, a lil’ Aztec n’ Incan tossed

in, toffy-proper Brit and be-gosh-n-be-golly Irish.

Suitable for reading (age 10+) before bed, edited in

Mum and Dad’s head. History always is.

So get your Yankee Zen-howl on! Cheers!

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Huzzah!

A dim raw slice of new moon

Peeked from black night above

First crack of dawn’s light.

In a lantern-lit, fire-warm tavern

Close by Lexington square green

Seven miles from Concord Bridge

Minute Men listened &cheered

Fellow patriots all.

‘Twas Colonial tavern doggerel

That spread news to rally on

Revolution’s square.

Once we won, We Voted in

General George Washington.

That’s not our choice today.

Exercise your right to Vote!

We died so that you may Vote.

Please direct way forward interests to:

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Campaign Zen

By Peter Prasad

Copyright © 2012 Peter Prasad

Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or

reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical,

including photocopying, recording, taping or by any

information storage retrieval system without the written

permission of the author except in the case of brief

quotations (8 lines) embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any Web

addresses or links contained in this book may have changed

since publication and may no longer be valid.

Oratorical Expressions: Herein text is best

spoken loud by new owners n’ down-loaders,

but may not be allowed to be copied, cribbed

or quoted (more than 8 lines) without written

permission, extra for parchment. Otherwise

have at it. Copyright is another authors’ human

right held precious n’ valued inalienable (unable

to separate, make foreign). Enough said?

However, if you serve as Town Crier, then climb

North Church bell tower and stand a shout for

Liberty’s ladies n’ lads suspended in redoubt.

Doggerel to embolden remains what Colonial

weather vanes n’ red-run human veins be about.

Should one be (set) upon strange, restrained for

nuisance n’ noise-making, repeat one unlawful

defense, simply this: Zen Poet!

Last remembered, Prasad intends formation of

a Patriot American’s All, Authorized Readers o’

Colonial Doggerel Club (Bark Park for short).

Until, use dog-run n’ attend your estate. Who let

the dogs out? Fair-weather Warned: Breathe

deep n’ often after laughter.

Vote Huzzah!

Board game on parchment to follow

In September

Campaigns

500 BC to 2012

Campaign Zen

American Political

Doggerel n’ Verse

Just jump in. Use both feet.

We had no diction coach in 1776.

Lean on a rail fence. Sound suspense.

Chaw and Gawp and Howl.

Our nation’s future rests upon you.

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For clarity, we lean toward delight.

No Party. We be a collective

certainty on way to oneness, we

Wander with Tea. Inner-guided

Leaderless, moon lights Way.

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Please Vote

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As often as you can.

Scrub no roll of Citizens.

Ride like Revere and

Seize the reins,

Idiot (Id-jit) tyranny

(stinking thinking) to fall.

It’s way-Zen that Prez works

For you and me to we to One.

Huzzah.

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Editors Note:

See below. Insight Lite reserves right to insert

Notes (historic, context and way-Zen) to enhance

read-along-ship. Parents choose what’s approved

in united family kingdoms. Our blessed young

need no fright close to nap. Notes are info buttons

to learn more. As always, persevere with pencils

well-pointed forward. Cheers!

Note: Tyranny is stinking-thinking, a one-person

show, when a leader makes all rules for adults on

down. Dictators refuse: a) to listen well (two ears –

one mouth); b) to help others or even assist;

c) to do bug all ‘cept yap-yap n’ take your hard-

earned things away.

The Colonies said England’s king was a tyrant,

his father too. He did not help his people. So the

Founding Fathers set to change. The Colonies

had stewed for 65 years with the King’s foot on

their necks. This lead to our Revolutionary War,

some 236 birthdays back. Fraternity, liberty and

equality had been too little, too long, too slow.

Ah, but now we Vote.

Howl n’ Bay, Celtic moon, thanks Google. Eureka!

Huzzah: A gentlemen’s verbal agreement,

sealed by a bump, bro’ fist.

So says the ol’ Colonial:

Take wool from your ears.

Call all to gather ‘round

To topple down idiot tyranny,

Toffee-licks and Blackguards all

Her’ta wreck our way

In red wool coats and Hessian grey.

It’s burlap, sad sack.

Lourdes Okay.

Pour a dollop, master-keep, in

Prasad’s rhum-cup one wee drop

A tibble wets a whistle so’s you’re

Easy on what he hears as well.

Doggerel Howled Round World

Creative brief put-on ink

‘Twas Colonial tavern doggerel that spread

News to rally our bold n’ ragged farmers

All brave Minutemen, to Lexington’s Square

To fire at will n’ lift tyranny’s tarnished crown.

Once won, we Voted in Gen. Geo. Washington.

236 birthdays later, that’s not our choices today.

We rabid Yankees campaign: Where’s the beef?

Slang n’ vernacular, swift-boats sling mud too.

All are called: Vote. Rally-cry new guy or renew.

Four years ago, parties auto-dialed froth n’ frenzy

Telling us what to do, too late to hang up. Not yet

November, TVs repeat: Just say No! Oh Nancy.

Absentee ballot posted; inside boxes checked,

Empty circles and promises. Campaign ‘12 will go

50-rounds with First Peoples and American Zen,

We hang fat in the sky, all orbs on Barack n’ Mitt

Harvest Moon pops up & hack-attacks renew.

Party hardy, Garth, so worth reflecting on!

Then we hunker back in our bunkers again.

Suppress the Vote, keep it low, Repubs’ do so