Too often many prefer their head severed from the body as an ultimate prize to be severed from an otherwise bothersome so much baser throne. A signature of all those who would supervise the heavens upon a strict timetable barring any unexpected interruption. The incongruity of the two embodied in that unsettling liaison between man and woman with no possible middle ground of the appearance of offspring. These larger infants plagued with contradictions before the bond between them has been finally reached. That poorly hidden desire for connection never winning out save by some overwhelming circumstance of cruelly applied fate. The bond between inner self and flesh has since become beyond burdensome. Any connections with others equally beset even being more loathsome. The guide to one’s existence is too often by way of too many irksome feelings from that brooding animal deep within. The uselessness of a cloud barring an otherwise sunny landscape turned too often into a stormy sea offering only a constant threat of chaos. The balance of one’s daily attempt at industry ever counter-posed with angst making one wonder if their efforts are somehow misguided from the start or simply misplaced? Ruthlessness of will to overcome one’s own nature and reign supreme over every other ever on display! The candle burning brighter and too often finds illumination only from one’s solitude. The daily market rate of exchange gathering only fools. And of course, those who would keep them so. Belief sold as instrumentation to continued care free existence. But being at the end of the day only a net cast forth communally to finally snag all. And at their own expense! Society defined earnestly as a daily jungle of the mind where the innocent become grist for the mill that will grind the wheat for all the rest. Slow witted hungry cannibals that are secretly fore sworn to ancient temple idols. Those few that are cloistered in the shadows and too often call out to be washed in a constant supply of human blood. That beast known as society very short on compassion but flowing in the continuous release of bottled up excess. Those lesser animals making up the mob ever destructive to their own cause.
All day I have dragged my ass about the confines of my two bedroom abode. The events of the last weeks both enraging and depressing me. My country under fire from an insurgent force determined to topple it from within. A great disappointment with generations that have been crippled by that pseudonym loosely termed ‘Education‘ which is little more than Marxist claptrap instructing them that they must go along to get along as they are warehoused in anticipation of being demeaned as useful cogs in a cynical inhuman hegemony. Public officials that have done everything in their power to violate their oaths of office to keep this land and its people safe. All for the sake of those special favors of wealth and status. And those under the burden of those commands being attacked from both sides to the point that too many have stood the brunt no longer having faith in a system that has betrayed them. The canon of history evidencing similar insurgencies in other locales that have led to national collapse. Decades of genocidal murder and unnecessary world wars drummed up only on the basis of a privileged few to pursue an agenda of garnering ever increasing wealth and power. And here we all are allowing it to happen again! All for the genuflecting for false ideals that few really believe in advanced by psychopaths that care not either way. Demons with two legs that have de-evolved into animals celebrating the slaughter that their handlers in high places guarantee will not lead to the appropriate stern consequences they so richly deserve to suffer.
The only question I can offer up is, “Why!” Why are people that simply want to follow through on the conduct of regular existence in a civil society such cowards that they will not heed the call and band together to defeat these cowards most of whom hide behind the facade of status and respect to toss lie after lie at the public demanding that the rest of us call it truth, or else! What is there to lose at this point that has not already been taken from us. Our jobs? GONE! Our future prosperity? GONE! Our faith in government to do their job to protect us? GONE! GONE! GONE! And that of our children as free to think for themselves and carve out their own niche? For who can live their lives on handouts and not end up a slave in the end? Is mortal life most valuable than risking it to defend the world that we must live in while we are alive? And if not now, then ever? Not by a schedule of colors or cults that label us but by common interest to devise a stable civil society that does its best to survive tyrants and defeat them whatever stripes they claim to represent. Not by damning the remnants of history from past conflicts by obliterating them from our consciousness by physical destruction that in the end show the ways by exposing both flaws as well as valor where are forbears were connived to take up arms against each other. But only managed to further defeat themselves! The time has come to push back against all those who would destroy us. Whether it be by specious words or covert weaponry. To reject the continuous bombardment of fear and starve off the entities who find it profitable to spread it. For where have we got to go at this point if we do not?
The big black baby cries and we all had to pony up
it arrived on our doorstep fifty years ago
supposedly all alone and helpless and abandoned
and out of kindness we tried to take care of it
but it never grows up, never, never but never!
it just get angrier and meaner and more demanding
free money, more free rent, free education, free jobs
the kinds of pie in the sky opportunities that we had not
and so it started causing trouble, trouble, and more trouble
throwing its weight around soiling everything it touched
it just wanted more, more, more, and even more
and when we didn’t feed it more, it was our fault
somebody told it that we were bad and to blame
because we worked harder but it didn’t do as well
it just cried, and cried, crying for its own kind of justice
it became a martyr and victim as its primary cause in life
while other abused babies grew up and grew out of it
others became adults, got a job, and made it on their own
because we felt guilty never having done enough to feed it
we abandoned our jobs, our children, and gave up our lives
till we were displaced and our society was totally transformed
a good-hearted gesture of ignoring our our own babies for it
and finally no longer having resources left to feed its demands
it cried, ranted and raved, finding reason to burn our house down
The fucked up generation! Unable to distinguish right from wrong from the latest episode of game of thrones and the latest PBS rewriting of history. Sweet boys who missed out on a manly right of passage into adulthood. Perpetually diffident ever angry harpies clinically anatomically bestowed with vaginas but absolutely no idea of gender or the purpose for using them. Ever ready to act out another Antifa supplied fantasy of world revolution bestowed upon them by so many Jew funded NGO’s. Summoning their storehouse of knowledge from an unending number studies classes that only taught them to hate others as well as themselves. To genuflect to social distancing from their families while embracing the dregs of the recalcitrant ethnic minorities. Pawns in the hands of Leftist ideologues working to gain power for their own with the hopes of exterminating these fools the moment that they are no longer useful as shields. Going home each night with their masters degrees in social work and psychology to live in their parent’s basements or above their carports. Some are angry, most are board, whatever they are they provide good cover for the privileged class of ghetto looters that when not padding their pockets with government handouts and hands up’s. At the first sign of an organized racial event they go straight to the nearest Walmart or Target and clean it out! What is to love when your a brain addled money sponge helping the once well to do White Middle Class to become extinct so their Jewish ‘neighbors‘ feel more safe? That’s why the noble sons of Antifa have all but practically been Bar Mitsvahed! The revolutionary spirit of getting away with giving other people Hell in order to make your own SJW bound ego’s feel good. In the Zionist patois, we used to call them Nazi’s! But the reality may be more accurately suggested that many had distant relatives back home in Bolshevik Russia pressing the triggers at the nape of the necks of millions of unfortunate Kulak Middle Class there. Like great-grandfather’s like sons! The new right of passage for white males is tearing down their own culture while obsessively kissing ghetto ass! It make one feel good to run around dressed all in black to humiliate their own families by adopting that mindset and proving that they can be just as degenerate as the unfortunate minorities that continue to despise them. Just think of what they will safe when they get home in the wee hours of the morning and find that their brothers in arms just burned and looted their family’s business? “Oop! Mom and Pop!” “I guess getting the money from you to buy the latest Atari games console from Amazon is out of the question now?“
though fallacious may not be as fun a fellatio
at least for some of us
and simile in so many words more weighty than fact
for those bereft of determining any sense of the truth
yet it works well for the yellow dog press
write and print anything you damn well feel like
and then ass scribe it to ‘reliable sources have said‘
for a journalist sources are inviolate
like a dew clad Spring born petals of honeysuckle in the fawning dawn of Spring
like a buttercup untouched 35 size D cup slender blonde fourteen old virgin
like those routine tiny little voices from God bouncing about in a madman’s head
like just write down anything you damn well please to and call it sacrosanct
for after all who could be more reliable than the journalist who writes this crap?
Rum guts bad package too far gone to expect anything else but!
I belch, spill out, and blow out, the residue of that restless animal within
blinded by the morning like two diamond crushed into each eye
well-washed and dressed and clean clothes attired for the moment
that blazing aroma of my insides threatening contamination all around
trapped in your own doubts, millions of you, just the same, inert
not enough outdoors time, minds ceaselessly exploited by your masters
fear, constant fear, 24/7 fear, all day long, don’t touch, don’t breath
avoid everyone else, maybe your own children, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub
stand in line to pay more for less available, cash poor, credit cards maxed
stay at home, don’t go out, fear of arrest, angry words, slap, slap , punch
where is this all going, don’t think, don’t reason, go along, stay in bed, sleep
fart along with me, rum guts, bad nuts, scream and shout, bellow and roar
and be damned that I dreamed that I might be our governor in Florida!
So here we all sit, literally speaking, waiting for the resumption of our normal lives. The excuse of a potentially fatal disease possibly striking us all down cited as a reason to follow every command from above. A sort of mental lottery being played so to speak where in the fashion of the parlor game of musical chairs the last person with a chair to support them wins. The trouble being that stopping everything in every society is not a game. It is a coup!
What is every human society in every manifestation all about the world but a functional model of survival based upon positive interaction? And now we are all told not to interact save through the technology afforded to us by a commercial minded elitist corporate cult. One that believes that any demand that they make can be legitimized by ceding a bit of wealth in the form of payment of services. Their mentality of gathering up all the material resources under their exclusive control giving them the right to take control of all. A society that has been cultivated to surrender its material wealth to that few without question. And which finds itself impoverished in an organized interlocking society that is so interdependent that if a single cog fails the entire system goes down to destruction. And the only ones supposedly on call to fix it being figures whose credibility has to be called into question by dubious participation in previous similar events that have resulted not in reasonable solutions but incomprehensible devastation.
The choice being to carry on in this mindset of a strict hegemony where all decisions about life and the proper manner of living are made from remote managers at the top? Or to regain control by force of numbers to bring back that power to collections of individuals with differing priorities but are willing to cooperate through reasonable compromise? Those that control the power to do so employ great resources to convince us all otherwise! So much more efficient to see all societies over the surface of our planet normalized into a singular unity. To remove all individual characteristics that would impede that goal from humanity at large so as to achieve that aim at all costs. If not by indoctrination, then by violence to eliminate every group that stands in the way of the progress of a universal singularity.
The irony of the growth of the tool of technology serving to monitor and enslave for the few being offered to the many as a means of empowerment and escape from the tyranny of organized wage slavery being stunning. The human species is at a crisis point where a calculated form of self created a chaos is inevitable! The excuses fly about indirectly blaming an eagerness to pursue technologies by blaming the invasive qualities of mother nature are now wearing thin. The masses will not but up with the same old political Kabuki of experts pretending expertise only revealing in the process that either they do not know that they are talking about in the first place or that is merely a cynical game of power orchestrated to manipulate the population at large to concede their freedom of choice the whims of their ‘betters‘.
The only saving grace being that there is sufficient independence and wisdom still existing at ground level for people to take back control of their lives from these self-appointed nabobs who wish to acquire god-like powers over them.
In the flowering of youth we start out seeking to explore paradise thinking it is eternal and never ending yet not realizing until it is far too late in that well-tempered hell of our own making in the tedium of later life that denying our original impulse to have lingered would eventually become fatal to finding that original sense of untainted happiness.
Better now to throw away that same old inconvenient sense of caution and follow the rabbit hole down to where it inevitably leads. A hole in the clouds expressing blue skies above. Success meets with one’s misfortune at the tunnel’s end. The person you eventually become during that journey is the one that you are left with.
It is not so important to be right but to have convictions that you will not surrender yourself into playing the fool. Rather, better by far to earnestly express one’s self with the full conviction in one’s own belief not playing the part on the ultimate authority on all things of importance, so much as someone who can confidently trust in the continuum of their own sense of awareness.
It is easy to be fooled in a world that devotes so many of its vital resources to do so. But it is unforgivable to surrender your conscious thought to the passing whims of the crowd lest one be unexpectedly found wanting by them. Society has been let loose upon itself by those that would wish to play the role of demons so as to find those powers that they supposed make them no different than gods.
One’s shield against this evil comes in the form of one’s faith in themselves. Not an ego bound journey but a deeper connection with that ever-present mystery within. To encounter that connection is the closest one can ever come to solving their own puzzle.
So. Easter Sunday, twenty, twenty. Weather taking one from a late Spring climate to the onset of what might be the last gasp of Winter. All of it in the grip of the continuous world-wide scare of ‘the virus’! All the nostalgia of the past now long abandoned rituals of this day that once seemed a burdensome imposition sorely missed. No one of special significance still around with which to celebrate. Age and personal hubris from former decades done its best. And now, the virus! Solitude of a kind that one might have in theory once wished for but now an ongoing curse brought on by government mandated peer pressure. At first it all seemed a joke. A bad one where in the conundrum of my own small pasture that for half a decade I was put out within there was always the confidence that for me in terms of a workable future all was not potentially lost. But then with the oft foretold year where irrevocable change had been said to descend, bam! The virus!
So Playing along while attempting to violate every new Simon sez restriction daily coming down the pipe, I played along. Mentally counting the moments that were not unlike so many up to this point where I have to prove to myself that privation was a normal form of existence that I could tolerate with a smile the totally unexpected occurred. With a wave of a news conference and a few digital pens the entire world had been brought down to my level of want. No work, no paycheck, now bill pay, no go outside, no nothing! Just that increasing guilt over a mounting number of days that leading a biologically normal form of existence like showing your face on the street was somehow a crime. A very insidious feeling that really began to make one wonder about the real purpose of this logical double dutch hopscotch that all were now required to perform. One that had no logical conclusion save simply another edict announcing more of the same!
A dirty little game going on rustling up more unpayable crushing death for even more future generations while passing more unearned wealth upward into the greedy paws of those who so richly deserved to fail. All while waiting within against one’s better judgment for the buy off for a pittance of what will sooner than naught have to be paid back at a rate of ten to one. AGAIN! How stupid could one be? This new post St. Patrick’s Day world when the snakes all chased the rest of us back down the hill and into the drink! And yet, the worse was yet to come. Caught up in the familiar dream world existence a sudden invitation by what were once regular friend of decades long standing out of nowhere proffering an invite. The Seventh Calvary arriving two days after the Friday of ceremonial observance of crucifixion. Sunday dinner on this sabbath of resurrection. One that promised to bring the spirit back into play with the material wants for face to face companionship that to all intents and purposes had been outlawed on this most holy of days. And true to form changing one’s old unnecessary rags, sack cloth and ashes, signifying a month of social morning one’s best such as it was at this late date of failing prosperity was dusted off and changed into. A nervous feeling embodied in the paranoia of the times as to the proper regard for distance embroiled with a desire to pick up things where they were left off. The car driven with ultimate care not to attract any official attention through otherwise uncustomarily empty streets. The arrival to the location equally hesitant. And what then?
Something that both elated and offended simultaneously. The rightful observance in an extraordinary length between chairs and an overabundant degree of contents in a meal served to go. Much conversation with libation of course but in a cold courtyard that is so many remained one grievously of the fact of these new time that all of us would be forced to abide. No pleasant conversation without the burden of too often giving due to the virus. The new motive force that now was the driving force behind every life in every part of the world. Even in lesser traveled more sparsely populated areas, the fear of its imposition like a cloud darkening what had once been normal expectations of regular existence. A new tyranny with the shield and sword of an excuse that if one respected civilization one was honor bound to acknowledge its limbo or scurrilously sneakingly defy. We in some way everywhere have been turned into a criminal class within our own homes. Our freedom now stolen by the most untrustworthy. Those who pretend to lead us in a caring fashion while plundering everything valuable from our lives. And everyone left with the impression that the need to reach out and touch another was somehow now an unwholesome act. That absence on command was somehow a noble virtue. And perhaps it is?
FOR A SLAVE!
Today, is a day for martyrs!
We all play along in this endless indefinite game of fostering fear! Fear to defy that thread of conventional wisdom the strand buffeting about in the winds of change brought about by a top down hegemonic that can no longer be trusted. Save to prank us into believing the sky is falling, when in fact, it is not! Fool us out of our livelihoods and install petty bureaucrat billionaire kings as satraps barking out orders at us as if we were all their subjects. Broadcasting conflicting information that is repackaged into impossible daily rituals that only serve to drive one to neurosis Even that well known Caiaphus of the old hegemony would have displayed more respect!
When do the killings begin?
The electrically charged domestic violence many growing arguments grown too far out of hand. The mountain of suicide inducing numbers of those despairing yet another Spring day that is only able to be appreciated behind dirty windows. The family existences now measured day be day servicing ever less to those whose dwindling resources leave them dispirited and desperate goaded by those bilious promises of a never arriving temporary relief?
All accompanied with that same ‘trust me or die‘ message pounding our eardrums from the orifice of every outlet. One that daily shifts from one pole of conjuring supposed scientific reason over to then suddenly proposing a diametrically opposite belief. Playing our with our attention like a metronome. That same group insulated up top that couldn’t get their act together months back despite endless years of prolific excuses for their plundering grass roots wealth away from us all.
We are the martyrs!
Those of of our number placed upon what is increasingly a double cross! Urged on like sheep without the bleating by our Judas goat TV avatar peers urging us all on forward to what already appears to be the death of our former lives and expectations to what can only result in a high technology form of self-distancing universal world slavery. The beast’s mark implanted by the ‘novel’ corona virus immunization that will more than likely spread this level 4 laboratory sired concoction deeper into the population. The goal of ‘half a billion’, ‘half a billion‘ , ‘half a billion‘ , ringing within our ears, soon to be accomplished by those undeclared subsequent waves of re-infection to come.
We wait like mermaids, forced upon the reef of our own humble existences looking for a savior.
But on this day that savior is celebrated by his own ancestral people as boiling in a tub of shit in the bottom of Hell. Too busy with a former celebration of deceitful trickery occasioned by plagues not to much different than this current one of our own. No lamb’s blood needed for those given the right antibodies portion of the same, each conveniently shipped by those tireless overworked slaves of Amazon left in a package by your door? That is only if you are on the right list! Ask B.G.! If you can’t walk like an Egyptian then perhaps then you can die like one!
We are orphans without sight of an earthly father.
That is a task that we must all take on in terms of our own behalf. Survival comes by daily providing hope for one’s self. And not by peering endlessly off to the horizon hoping for a temporal break in those constantly brooding storm clouds of your own unchecked emotions. But, sorry! No end in sight! No sight of a savior. Nor it seems, hope of ever finding another one again.
Your bootstraps await!