The SJW Game

God save us from those that wish to save the world! They will inevitably have a well-hidden self serving motive that they bury in a fog of stern sanctity that they hope will fool all the suckers that they claim to save. Or worse yet! Actually might believe that they are chosen by their own self-appointed god to correct all the ills that others have wrought being lesser creatures unable to find the correct ways. Or maybe to atone for some long imagined internal shortcoming? Generally the former predominates over the later to be detriment of those that are expected to be eternally grateful to be saved. If not then they must be an enemy of all things good and righteously human. To the common sensibility that sort of mindset is a steaming pile of horse dung. The level of arrogance that is inferred by such an infernal posture is beyond insulting to the point of intolerable. Begging as part of its ruse a higher degree civility from those under attack than it deigns to offer. One expected to be thrown off guard by a attack then parry approach but return a nervous sense of unease rather than the slap back that it so richly deserves. A cheat after all is a cheat! And why? Can the unending fervor behind all this unbound energy to change be completely misaligned. This unshakeable belief being more in evidence of what one would consider in a group of religious fanatics. All the more curious since this group will not tolerate any other God but that mysterious one spouting its unending spew of unipolar rhetoric. Hardly surprising when one scratches the surface and sees its historical source in some age old continuum of vengeful retribution that clouds the judgment of the faithful like a blanket thrown over a horses head in the frenzied chaos of a barn on fire. In this case the burning referenced being that irrepressible desire for achieving a world revolution resulting in the complete sovereignty of the apex leading those tiresome God’s chosen. The same old story of practiced deceit spread again and again like a virus from those that perpetually work from within to corrupt their own faithful to continue on such an unwholesome mission against their fellow human beings.

If it all sounds like a bunch of hackneyed rhetoric layered upon ones ears like too many coats of varnish slathered on an old bedstead of deteriorated rotting wood. It is! Yet the continuing curse of tenuous civilization over history seems to favor such cliche’s much in the way that greed and avarice never seem to go out of style. Human nature being permanently susceptible to contamination in a biblical sense. And in fact, the old dusty volumes of the world’s religions act as playbooks of past scams that were successful for a while but as they always do eventually collapse leaving a short hiatus until the next round. If there are a pantheon of ever omnicient entities that govern such things they seem habitually fixed on the same old television channel. Welcome all to another round of Wheel of Fortune with your host Pat Sejack!

A Two Eyeball View of Modern Western Society

RIGHT EYE

The issue at hand as demonstrated by American black urban social enculturation by the Liberal dominated state is that it is based upon a seething hatred of anything considered ‘white’. ‘White’ meaning anything that they can freely oppress but still reap a direct immediate benefit from. A similar cadre of other varied ethnicities are currently being imported and schooled in a similar fashion. And all at the public expense primarily charged to those of European heritage taxpayers. The very ones that remain passively ignorant of the fact that their homes are being stolen from right under them by a system implanted by Socialist minded Zionist influenced longstanding ideology that has wheedled its way into governmental positions ranging from ground lever local all the way up to that of the high authority. The longstanding Christian value influenced majority now being actively institutionally suppressed, and soon to be decimated in a covert war conducted by way of deceit to destroy them and their culture. When all possibility of an active plebiscite is eliminated then a new era of machine tended serfdom over all groups being scheduled to commence.

The current world corporate hegemony itself subsumed in financial subjugation to and elite cadre amassing fantastic balance sheet based influence through the implementation of a phony baloney debt based fiat currency system administered by the private Federal Reserve banking system. One that routinely crashes all available foundational equities down to the ground in value so as to be bought up for pennies on its ersatz dollar that its one percent membership is willing to pay in its Monopoly game play money. The cult minded ‘wolf’, or ‘rat’, in this case clothed in a sheep’s skin of a permanent unassailable public relation driven myth of victimhood that keeps it immune from comment or censure. One dare not cast the shadow of responsibility in their direction less they risk a permanent outing from the increasingly slave society that they implicitly manipulate for the purpose of their own twisted goal of total world domination.

Along these lines, the drum of revenge for revenge’s sake is banged to promote the dominance of post Nietzche negative beliefs. Despoiling core Christian precepts that would dilute their iron control of less sophisticated financially dispossessed cultures. Though most within these main target group choose to disbelieve what is happening around them scared off by the trendy terms birthed in the Marxist ideologies of ‘social justice’ and identity politics. The fact being that they must act quickly to band together to expeditiously mount a forceful push back or simply be plowed under into a classless lowest common denominator uncivilized mob subtended into a ‘carrot and stick’ A.I. machine rule based on 24/7 perpetual manipulation. The brutal reality all sides opposed to this type of existence does not wish to face is that the longer they allow themselves to be caught up in some convenient illusory industrial fantasy of society and life fostered by advertising based entertainment media the sooner that they will meet their own doom. The only feasible course of immediate action being to dispossess the elitist monopolies and restrict parasitic technologies to achieve a truly civil society. One based upon a continuum that has taken millennia to develop from the destructive cycle of perpetual barbaric chaos.

 

LEFT EYE

The popular interest as tallied by an A.I. algorythm on social media is expressed as being akin to that of a virus. A mindless force of nature similar to the weather, but on a much smaller scale. The administration of society left to unelected brokers whose vast financial resources are routinely gleaned from the very demographic that they eventually come to disparage because they desire to obtain absolute control over it. The motive considered a positive business goal needing to be achieved on the order of the daily activity of a Jack Russell terrier herding sheep. The cornering of public opinion ever in a light favoring the goals of the corporate elites that felt fully empowered to swing and sway others who were prone to a little sweet talk filled with specious claims and hopeful self-delusion.

The trouble he had was that he didn’t consider himself a sheep!

He roamed alone through a society too busily running here or there, back and forth, with some temporal goal in mind of somehow getting ahead of their fellow livestock. Interdependence demanding universal total committment for an ever dwindling amount of recompense. What sort of incentive was their in falling prey to that mill wheel. Survival demanded work! But work was demanded based on execising full capacities and beyond more to settle accounts for incessant gradually increasing taxations. The standards of goods and services steaduly declining by those now distantly recalled standards of yesteryear. Who had possession of the true nature of their own personal identity?

Worse yet, the older he became, the less likely he wanted to play!

Thoughts abounded of the type of rigors encountered by those of generations past in a less expansive social environment where nature still dominated the demands placed upon daily existence. Was if better to have to battle with all one’s physical strength to achieve a minnimal level of comfort and safety. Was the current ant colony based organization that bred all its members to pinpoint their entire lifespans to a precalculated plan fashioned to favor the demands of the group so as to enjoy a little mind altering industrially summoned mental illusion by day’s end a better end? Why could this current society not operate on a more level distrubution of goods and services more generously affored in a rational sense to the lower rungs of society? Human nature in general not given much credit for observing a sense of universal civility it had been decided to abandon it to control by machine.

He had become a hermit to to all things popular and cosmopolitan.

Language as it had once been known now was thrown into a boiling caldron of foreign tongues all counterposed to vy with each other. Communication reserved to feature film production quality mini-productions that coaxed the illusory consensus of a mainstream along in portraying worlds that were unobtainable for virtually all that were expected to view them. All the participants baring their teeth religiously at the conclusion where the product or service now identified and hypnotically interoduced was fully rendered in its omnipotence to satisfy and cure all. The semblance of illusion having more importance by the claim of demographics assuming consensus. Those actual exercises in culling person from the street opinions being exercises in the artful craft of shifting it by inherent guile to obtain the desired result favoring their employer. The raw desires of the mob being harnessed while the individual judgement of the members of that group twisted and turned about by their own perpetual surrender to its irrationality.

He could no longer imagine a close and intimate relationship.

Overwhelmed by a plethora of constantly played imagery of sensual and animal stimuli having overtaxed what had once been once in a life changing epiphanies, one’s sense of time was collapsed into the limbo of an eternal sense of the present. No hope of the future beyond those external illusions commercially provided, The realization of the past buried in endless happenstance of momentary snaps and selfies within the communal cloud subtended by perpetual monthly fees for storage. Items that most likely would never be viewed in quick review but once at that point immediately after the image’s capture. Names and places vaguely recalled while the names remain illusive save by a few clicks of the thumb upon the handheld terminal summoning the public directory. The business of memory now an independent franchise that no longer placed a burden on the experiencer.

The past as he once knew it actively in life now translated to dusty artifacts.

Those who resisted this transformation were routinely culled from the main body of that which now operated as a hive. The insects stinging to death all within their midst that acted differently or threatened to do so. That sharp pique of disallowance delivered by disassciation leading to atrophy and a gradual starvation of basic resources that led to the demise of the troubling irritant. The sheer scale of this rock crystal social matrix juggernaut crushing all other alternatives by the increasing weight of numbers that were rapidly being assimilated into its unified bulk. Like any rock gone to boulder size it would tumble down the incline gaining speed until it hit some unsuspected insurmountable obstacle. Then like the interdepenent virus that it had ultimately modeled itself after it would quickly disappear like that poverbial bacteria having completely subsumed the solitary orange.

 

That Ignorant Old Jew Boy

There was recently an incident from ‘real’ life that in some respects had validated an old popular stereotype that today has been soundly quashed as a matter of internal social politics. Something that once was considered tolerable or even occasionally humorous in a time when stereotypes abounded and feelings were not made out of very fragile crystal glass. One that served to refresh one’s own experience of life in the most immediate terms that of course in the present era was considered unmentionable. They say that those that one dare not mention in public are the one’s that are in control. They also say at the same time in hushed tones that, “A tiger never changes its stripes!” Or equally that, “Once a Jew, always a Jew!” An anathema in our modern politically correct prison of corporate devised online hate speech monitored thought. The penalty for transgression, as laid down by our currently reigning one-eyed cyclops of daily doctored facts (AKA., the universal indentured corporate hegemony monopolized mass media) being an outing from society in general. The subsidiary penalties for this transgression to include: loss of job, permanent isolation from friends and family, continual social ostracizing; and for those who refuse to recant, a reputation permanently demeaned down to the status of their favorite anti-heroes, into the amoral basement of the Klan and the larger than life mythical Nazis. A place where one is from that point on thought to be a key player in the daily killing women and children in order to use their skins to construct abominable handcrafted lampshades. Be that as it may, that general sense of internal conversation still being free of monitoring by A.I. deep state operatives for the moment, allowing for a more universal hushed sense of total agreement by many others who have had similar dealings. The specter of world politics periodically providing a useful and informative primer in this regard.

I, in the approach of my old age had found affordable recreation in every Wednesday morning boarding public transit to travel to the city center to enjoy a free classical concert at lunchtime. From where I reside on the edge of the suburbs, the connection involved a short bus ride to the end of the western line and a fourteen mile long trip, station by station, across one of the lesser advantaged urban sections of the neighboring ‘rust belt’ metropolis that, over the course of a long life of varied circumstance, I have referred to as my home. The fact being, that like a significant number of others born into such circumstances, a place that I have periodically tried to physically escape from during that time. But eventually, time and again, found myself returning to like some Capistrano maddened bird. The main transfer point being a community afflicted with that politically mind rotting disease of blindly irrational Liberalism as first introduced in the Roosevelt era also known as that Socialist inspired dogma spewed ever since then by the exclusive fraternity born of the politically corrosive Frankfurt school. The dirty little secret lurking behind the same being the common a Ashkenazi origin of all these players within the most significant to the power structures of both Soviet Communism and its evil twin, Wall Street Capitalism. The most convenient term popularly recognized in our present modern era being, “Cultural Marxism.”

The daily gauntlet of these station stops leading into the business section of the metropolis around a half circle of elevated track then continuing due south into the center of the city’s black belt composed almost completely of strictly regimented city hall controlled Democratic voters. The politics of city long ceded to the hands of a tightly interwoven cadre of North Shore situated primarily Jewish overlords. The traditional most popularly employed minions of what is currently referred to today as “The Deep State.” Once again, be that as it may, this description offered merely as a backdrop to the tale. This travel being moderated by the time of day known as rush hours by the legion of professional classes composed of all race, color and creeds and relatively indistinguishable by the fact of all theoretically possessing good paying jobs. The stainless steel cabins known as rail cars fitted out with some sense of wicked perversity to only properly accommodate children or midgets, but not normal sized adult human beings. The daily detente of all entering to surrender their lives to a very informal type of cheek to cheek familiarity. Sometimes very pressingly so! All abiding by an unwritten code assuming that all are to give a little without seeming to take to much from their own reasonable creature comfort. Or at least, one would have thought!

As of late, based solely on my politically defamed visually verifiable PC moderated demographic as an “old white male patriarch“, I had been increasingly singled out for aggressive intimidation by angry financially dispossessed black vagrants to the point of extreme that others coincidentally of the same genetic heritage had come to my aid unsolicited. Something that though distressing seemed to be occasionally part and parcel of my weekly travel experience. The reigning climate of “Hate Has No Home Here” inbred hatred of resident non-Liberals softening the polices of local community policing what in the old days would have been referred to as ‘beggars’, ‘bums‘ and ‘wackos‘. The level of civility customary in that pre-Millennia era taking care of the rest. Unfortunately, hubris and the vainglorious notion nursed since birth of being member of a preeminent cult of God’s chosen now unchained by the taxonomy of the extreme sentiments of a prevailing far Left. A gray tinged curly locked gentleman arriving before me carelessly crowding the empty seat beside me with both his backpack and briefcase roughly jammed into my side. There he stood, bent over seemingly proposed, staring forward into the resources of his offending bindles exuding an air of pleasurable indifference to his role in my plight. My own facial expression exhibiting a terse but silent call for the alleviation of this invasion. I figuring that once he deposed his kit that he would remove them to his lap as required by signage and periodic computer voiced invocations. At that point, the usual customary sense of travel decorum would be observed.

WRONG!

Instead, like one of these larger than life Shoah bound Holocaust administrators attired solely in black with death heads he jammed himself down and straight into me. Perhaps at this juncture for the sake of clarity I might recall one particular cinematic feature film moment when in the movie, “300“, the tight phalanx of bare body muscular Spartan males push hard in football linebacker fashion to physically propel many times their number out of the pass. That seemed mild when compared the effort expended by my new traveling companion. It was obvious that he, in his unique way, had taken a shine to me in particular. Though not sporting a one inch square mustache or fundamentalist Christian neat bow tie, I had to assume that my Day Glow green cap and dark sunshades must have sparked some offense within the pulsating expanse of his Hebrew mindset. Could it be that he had seen some Chabadnik artist’s faithful rendition of a Pentatuch based visage of that hated Babylonian Haman and found that it resembled me? Could it be that on the way to Hebrew school as a little boy some offending Goy had menaced him by casting a glance at his yarmulke in passing on the side walk and smiled in what he felt was a superior manner? A manner that the Rabbi had just previously lectured upon specifically noting in a summary chapter of the Talmud in which he outlined how those of European Christian descent were the natural aggressors against Askhenzum Jews. Of could it be that my attitude was not immediately subservient enough to his liking? The penalty imposed by him for my imagined transgressions be a stiff onslaught of elbow, knee and shoulder. Something that after a while of being cast in a dilemma of truing to gracefully suffer in silence, I at the third stop voicing the fact of his assault vocally protested asking at the end for some reasonable detente. His response being a self-righteous victim voiced exclamation that I should, “Close Your Legs!” The audience of I-phone fanciers crowded closely about hardening their gaze into their respective screens obviously trying not to take notice of this unseemly tempest of antsy words exchanged. The last benediction offered being a vociferously voiced, “You’re a big asshole!” Something that I have to claim ownership to.

From that point on the long progression of some seventeen stops was a silent cold war of occasional tactile micro-agression’s with electronic tablet and phone suffered over the hotly contested battle lines of too little space. The description of same not worth noting beyond a simple degree of pettiness for little tricks continually played by my unwanted companion. His ego fully engaged in a Masada-like struggle to not be pushed around like the stereotype of perennial innocent victim that the media had from its movie business inception worked hard to promote. At every stop as the rocking of the car slowed my inner seismic monitor judging the amount of counter pressure to exert to stay in place without being pushed into the other passenger next to me. Several times along the way carefully considering whether I should allow my own steaming caldron of personal justice to raise to a vigorous boil and physically demonstrate my pique or just bear up until my stop and quietly exist without comment. The countdown of stations down to the final three before my own point of exit I resolved to favor the later. At the next station just ahead, my own personal gadfly ceremoniously rose out of his seat and replaced his toys. Some of which he had made sure to make intimate contact with my own frame with during the duration of the trip. Then, standing in an attitude of self-righteousness obviously copped from some lecture on the successor to Moses, Joshua and began to verbally weave what I can only suggest was his intelligent ‘Tough Urban Jew‘ speech. One that in hindsight I surmise I was supposed to be intellectually intimidated by while feeling righteously called out and publicly demeaned. Instinctively, I turned with a smile and shrug of the shoulder to another passenger, then turned back and provided my amusement to what for me was a pathetic display of arrogance. My own verbal response being that he might not consider trying such tricks on a regular basis as not everyone was a nice as I had been. His facial expression now aflame with further outrage as he verbally attempted to regain the summit of animal superiority. The doors to his stop opening up and he striding forward as the eternally righteous offspring of Jehovah having smite’d another Philistine. My only comment offered at his leaving being . . .

GOOD RIDDENS!

Static Indifference

No man may be an island but that sea of humanity that surrounds most of us is an indifferent ocean of the most preferred type of political pretension to the likes of a me. Me? That not so special someone who has long ago run out of excuses for substantiating any thought of a future existence by demonstrating a paucity of energy lacking devotion to everything present tensed. Living being so simple for the simple minded! Since that bygone notion of high culture has become the pitiless outlaw as something pursued by an ever snaking dollar sign. The kind of beast that has slithered its way out of any reasonable context in favor of taking a bite out of an ever falling relative sense of real worth.

To succeed in society one has become simply a pawn in a numbers game. And those who provide these sorts of observations are now superfluous! And soon to be branded as hopeless and considered useless insurgents to the contrary as well! Useless to that mindless inhuman ongoing progression of the industrial process offering only the self-destruction as grist for the meal of that forever demanding conqueror worm of modern political consensus. That modern of the same old asp so quickly taken to the breast by too many mentality challenged self-appointed counselors of the sort that find local corruption, along with the necessary accompany falsehoods, to be the most worthy form career advancement. Who can one speak to with earnestness amidst this kind of rabble embroiled in deceit?

I for one certainly expected more!

Perhaps instead,  word of friendship with a measure of earnest felicity lurking behind it tendering joyful sacrifice, sometimes by the simple fact of a solitary appreciative smile. The wonderful refreshing evening breeze.

Distancing one’s self as some form of diversion from the stress of one’s own daily troubles. A freedom to view one as completely happily vulnerable to fate, but not lost to vagaries of some random psychotic mercurial whim of that kind that produces the stronger form of negatively empathetic response. The other central player in this sort of drama too easily stripped naked and too weak to overcome their captor. Negotiating the limits of their own fate before complete indifference in the application of so much studiously practiced malevolence. The aggressor’s hand tireless applied to the task of forcing the victim to submit unwillingly to endless indignities. As if they have surrendered by inaction to becoming merely an inconsequential object too easily played with and possibly irrevocably smashed against the wall as if by some angry child’s malevolence to an old and too familiar toy.

And yet, as an objective audience also being able to witness the growth within of some inner empathy for this poor soul’s attempt to weather the ordeal through unsure stamina. Or perhaps, by the last remnants of a rapidly failing sense of animal courage to pity the need of one just wanting to survive? This type of filial attraction being nothing more than an analogous reflection of one’s own impotent life’s struggle. But much more truncated in time! Just to persist by continuing to despair without any lack of hopeful survival within the unsure upcoming moment of what’s happening next, too unsatisfactory! That common need to persist against it all, despite! To hang on a bit more in hopes of the coming of a better day, and hopefully, not to be thwarted by some un-propicious act occasioning a pathetic unplanned final end!

To this late date as witnessed by the growing lack of outside contact, one’s day is passed in thinking, or sometimes devising, and on other days chronicling, then finally wondering again of something that was so much more that has, up to this point, yet to be done. So much that has been partially put together in hopes of showing all that the long route has been taken around all those doors ever so firmly shut. And into ears so passingly indifferent! Images! It is not that one is no longer able to do so anymore, so much as being unable to still discover some still untrammeled truly worthy topics. There being no need to further replicate one’s self in this unoriginal sea of, no chance of doing so any further.

Hobo Dreams

In my slumber, I had a friend, and we were hobo’s together. We traveled down somewhere to downtown around Lake and State streets at that time when there was still tin fully covering the El train station. But it seemed abandoned where we were hanging out there and wondering where we were going to sleep. That’s when that cop showed up and offered to sell us each a blanket. That encounter left us in a warehouse somewhere else where they were making some really awful crap that was so bad that if one was suddenly awakened and too quickly sat up, your head would end up being in a toxic storm cloud. So then along again to a barn far out in the country where my partner said he was going out because they were making something real, real toxic in there too.

The little bitch stabbed my tire! She and I were rivals attending some sort of meeting or conference together. Or maybe she was a spy? Who the Hell knows! All I knew was, that as far as I was concerned, she could go suck my my dangle, and that was about it! But no! Little things happen and she had to play the clown. So at first, I gave her a little push. Then a sock in the puss for her second big trick of stabbing my tire a second time leaving me with a flat. I was like a cop now, and able to get away with it all. And the exposition went on until she was like a Mata Hari type.

I wonder if the dinosaurs of old, that famous lizard population of yore, had a premonition? One that told them that they were not long for this world? Some sensation deep within eliciting an emotion that foretold that they were first on the endangered species list. That their time was almost about up! IF there were anything that they wished to do to prevent it then it would be better if they just didn’t bother to. Just wait in place like old Queeg Queeg of Moby Dick, the whale fame, for that end to show up.

Many people think that being self-centered has to do with greed. But I will tell you as an only child that has taken his share of hard knocks and perhaps more that it is not an issue of selfish avarice so much as those that you can keep away for the sake of self-survival! A form of security from the outside world. It can’t hurt you when it can’t get to you! In my own case, I guess it works out to be a lonely tower that is impregnable to anyone else’s reach. But how fearful one becomes when they realize that they have unknowingly become another person’s toy! The same old worn out drawbridge of trust trampled over so many times before by dirty feet left fractured and splintered. All one can think about is that smell of the river and what lies beneath. The mortal nature of vulnerability when you feel open to the deeds of all comers. And life becomes a fencing match for which there is no end. I suppose it is all inevitable and there is no way to stop the fear flooding in at the moment of your end in any case? Perhaps that flood will seem more monumental for the sake of having had that dike keeping it back and contained for all those many years?

How is the best way to put it? Those who hold the position of being the most influential in terms of motivating society have made it clear that they don’t like me or my kind! How do I know this? All I have to do is look at the latest visual and audio media of the day to cast their venom to diminish, and demean, and demonize, or flat-out ignore the fact of my presence in society. All this despite my proven skills that suggest a level of respect otherwise. Because no one really gives a shit about me or my kind. Instead, it’s just another generic brown or black face to replace the majority population of the land that I happen to be part of. Kicked out, while they go on trying to normalize every newly discovered minority while pumping even more of them from the outside the borders in to my society. It’s disgusting! I guess that means that there is a war on?

Once someone has finally fought their way past your defenses and stuck the dagger in. Once or twice. And now they’ve gotcha. You can’t run away! You try! But who has another ten year to devote to another artful escape? Like all those previous evades you have thrown away so many times before with others! It’s a heady business to try to forget. No longer and art and certainly a marathon. How far can you go before you’ve gone too far? You sit there looking into that pond trying to see your own reflection. Your own face so that you can once again become reacquainted without that old fool lurking behind it. The one that never seems to want to change. They’re tearing down my world. So I am lost anyways. So what have I got to lose but my comfort zone? SO much for that lifelong security blanket? I might as well burn its remnants because now it’s all gone.

That Waiting Boodle

Sometime back he landed a job editing for a woman that he knew. A filmmaker in her own right, the woman had many segments to be changed in terms of the level of contrast. Darkened according to the requirements of post-production or who knew what. The unexpected irony of the job was whenever one modified the frame it wouldn’t darken the frame but instead change the demeanor of the characters within it? It would also then affect a poster that he had been working on downtown that was being transferred to wall art. The female artist noticing this change splayed all over the finished brick wall as he finished it. The experience convincing me to accompany another of his peripheral lady friends of his to venture up to Canada in order to chase UFO’s. He accompanied this friend into the forest being told all the way that there will be some stuff to see. Having retired in the evening he awoke to experience his own urgent need to defecate. Then pulling down his sleeping bag only to find to his horror that he had shit himself now covered from the waist down in his own crap.

Decades later, he now lived in L.A. with a son that worked in his own movie that he produced and as a professional armorer to other films in the movie industry. The first scene of his own production utilizing an old water cooled Browning heavy machine gun that had been completely disassembled and spread out upon the studio’s floor. The man arriving on the scene before his son encountering an assistant. The smart aleck responding to the father’s request to do something pointing at the plethora of parts and quipping, “Put that together!” He walked around the ‘bazillion’ parts carefully taking in their relative configuration then turning to the smirk Alec replying, “No I can’t!“, then turning to say, “But there are other parts here about that I am responsible for putting together, including my son who is your boss!” The old man smirking at the chastened young man adding, “That I can do! I know my son.”

His next most recent exploit had him stuck on the outskirts of a desert town in broad daylight. The inside of the car that he had purchased the previous year was dirty as hell. Otherwise, it was empty of anything, luggage, gold clubs, and the whole bit. The damn thing just sat there as he pumped the gas. It wouldn’t turn over, even though he had mentally gone over all the possible causes. After some time he realized what he thought was wrong with it turned out to not be not what was wrong with it at all. The starter would turn but the motor just wouldn’t catch. It just sat there behind the wheel unmoving until a tow truck happened by. He got a job on a work detail that was not much different than that of a prison work detail but without the leg chains. The task at hand consisted of breaking up natural limestone formations using a bucket of vinegar and forcefully applying a claw ended crow bar. It turned out to everyone’s surprise that he was exceptional to the task of fracturing stone finishing his section long before the others. The end of the day being given due verbal credit for the same.

Now back at home, it was late. Very late! Or rather it was early just before the arrival of the Sun’s rise. He lay in the bed nursing his aches and pains. Some that seemed to be newly discovered along with others that were old enemies of that now false impression of persistent youth that would come at night to plague him. Sleep was intermittent. It was hard to get more than an hour or more uninterrupted of rest before being awakened. That nightly contest between failing bowel and bladder vying for attention. Or now increasingly the climax of a fantastic nightmare that saw him bail out back into that consistent waking dream of ongoing linear existence. The passing impressions then quickly desiccating into vague dissembled imagery that left him only the creaks and moans of the structure around him. Quick little painful incidents not unlike those other in command of his own material embodiment. The basket woven about him signifying that things were possibly coming to an end.

This place that he called home was far out of joint. A shaky tower of yesteryear’s imagination overbuilt of slab construction weighing heavily upon an insubstantial foundation. This twenty plus stories sinking more each year into a relatively insubstantial firmament of clay. The floor on his level canting here and sliding a bit off plumb there. It had become apparent to the eye and feel that the ‘new’ kitchen that had been installed some twenty years previous was now visibly on a cant. The stove tilting forward leading edge below the from of the counter. The dips and peaks of simply walking down the common hallway from the elevators suggesting the elastic nature of the structural concrete. The marked fall of the perimeter of the outer walls out of sync with the core suggesting a slow form of eventual destruction that if left unheeded might result in being caught in a future collapse.

The building had been overbuilt some ten stories past what had been initially planned on paper. Nine stories now extended to twenty creaking and moaning some sixty years after the fact. The developer loading his bank account with the further revenue that the additional stories produced. Then dumping it in the condo craze that suddenly blossomed the second decade after its construction. The municipality inbred from long association with career grifters ever read to turn a quick profit on the misery of others turning a blind eye to this scam. No doubt after receiving some form of tribute acknowledging their cut. Those once active players now unreachable to be held to account on the fact of their presently all now being food for the worms. That long season of death was upon him. The death of his parents at the beginning of the decade culminating as of late with the passing of his aunt and another peripheral member of his extended family. He was running out of the possibility of offering an active past by way of those still living that could verify the beginnings of his own existence. The death of the world that presently defined him now at hand.

His station in society now transformed into something beyond his own recognition. Though still stable enough to provide moderate comfort and security enough for his growing infirmities. The general impression spread over all through the specious nature of the news of the day being a further burden of having to contend with the universal institution of a bombardment by the latest communication technology of a type of radar waves that were said by some to degrade the human organism over time. The constant broadcasting and simultaneous monitoring of humanity as a whole more important than maintaining its continued existence. The most evident affect of this shifting form of environment being up a muddying up of personal consciousness. The inability to postulate one’s own without some form of external prompting. The other side affects being aches and pains that were similar to those that he was currently experiencing. This making it hard to operate in that old sense of conventionality. He lay there counting the intervals between one moment and another his consciousness diverted from his leg twitching to an unaccustomed stiffness in his arm. The dull constant pain near the patella of his knee signifying a problem with circulation. The question of his own final collapse was at hand. It seemed imminent.

Earlier in the evening he had gone to the washroom and fumbled some aspirin out of the cabinet and taken a couple of tabs. The effect of the medication seeming to after so many minutes relieve the fogginess in his head. The sensation masking another symptom of the storm cloud of a lurking headache just below the horizon of his active consciousness. Advancing age and a nightly grinding from anxious sleep had left his teeth in the back of his mouth actively crumbled. Had he retained any of his former wealth it might have presented a dentist’s paradise! Was the sum total of both interior and exterior conspiring in some form of cosmic sympathy to inform him that his own time was coming to a close? His eyes now closed staring at the ceiling through the coverlet of the flesh of his eyelids searching for something past the furtive shadows from street traffic passing far below. Scenarios forming upon this darkened stage before him showing that one fatal moment when an unexpected collapse of his corner building would fall apart around him.

And what, by God’s grace if provided a few moments to plot an escape, he would choose to grab? Something potent with past memories? His imagination painting himself attempting to wend his way through collapsing stone and broken concrete. Perhaps with an unaccustomed degree of physical effort getting down to the outboard patio on the fifth floor and hurling himself over the parapet to the section of roof of the strip mall just adjacent? Then with bruised ankles limping to the furthest extension of same far away from his building’s collapse. The inertia of his animal fear without the persistence of reason causing himself to once again jump to the asphalt of the parking lot and maybe do his limbs further damage. The final result being a broken ankle or worse? Now free of danger turning back to see his former home’s twenty story’s sloughed and off kilter at half their former height, many floors now fully pancaked one upon the other. These static musings causing him to wonder if in such a scenario if he would have enough energy and vitality to accomplish this stunt? Could he even climb over that last two story wall extending himself by the grip of his hands hanging from its parapet and dropping to the ground below?

The conclusion of this mental narrative leaving him there stirred from rest half naked gripping a small valise overstuffed with remained of his mortal possessions wondering what future was left to be enjoyed. There eventually to be discovered by the appointed rescuers accordingly to their assigned tasks. What if that small bag was found missing after regaining consciousness int he hospital. That small automatic now missing that had been his constant bedmate comforting him for decades that his rest would not be interrupted by some untoward aggression by parties unknown. Would it have been taken away with all the other remnants of his newly severed past? That only final heirloom bespeaking a solitary habit that he would hope had been rescued from before. This new society disarming that former right to, “Repeal all borders!” The many discs and papers that formed some continuity with the present now in the collective heap of what was now off limits to all save workers conveying it to a landfill. The mandatory transfer of his own body and should to this hospital vouchsafing that they would be permanently beyond his reach. The local hegemony of bureaucrats grabbing whatever could be salvaged now gleaned further down the line for the benefit of their own new communal society at large. And he now left, Table Raza, for the remainder of his life. Bereft of the possibility of raising any sort of evidence that a former past pertaining directly to him had once existed. In that uncertain amount of time left would he walk about in those final years, or months, bereft of any motivation to summon the will to survive? And empty personality just waiting for his own death. Now completely stripped of possibility by a society that had descended like a cloud causing all for reasons of changing politics to forget. One could only wonder?

He had read articles over the last several years about a device that had been created under the excuse of the banner of scientific exploration for changing the gravitation of a small section of the the earth. Supposedly implemented at an unprecedented fantastic cost to investigate the origins of the perceivable universe. The mode of logic employed by their collective not unlike that of a newly blinded person in a dark room. Lost for the blinding light of day on so many issues of going so far as to endanger all collective life and limb. This soluble madness of hubris dampening all reason of these megalomaniacs that used that excuse to sally forth down a darker path. The analogy carried further seeing this same individual striking a match in the midst of a bunker full of gunpowder expecting to discover the source of some sunlight. Mankind had been like that for some time having degenerated into a false sense of mounting sophistication that did nothing more than produce an additional burden upon the firmament of this thoughts. These contradiction of logic posing as solid truths in fact being willful superstitions presented as science for the sake of a hegemony fearful of losing control. The gelatin-like substance filling the brain case behind these thoughts now being slowly microwaved. The solidity of their dogmas as malleable as the Jello gelatin-like reason governing the long checkered past of failures endured by all. An active folly posed in unquestioned amalgam of old laws of thermodynamics demanding that every action beg and equal and opposite reaction. All the wars, all the gunshots fired, all the explosions and detonations of mines; the inspired events come of discoveries by Alfred Nobel’s; the letters by Albert Einstein’s to sitting presidents affirming the discoveries of Max Planck’s and Enrico Ferme’s; along with all the other madmen that discovered a new way to unleash all the forces of the universe to the maximum of their destructive potential! All placed with the touch of a perverse leader to explode the planet little by little.

And now with the popular madness inspired through example of fictional Dr. Mabuse’s and Professor Moriarity’s, a collective self-destructive mindset threatening the stability of the universe by following the goal of creating a singularity to govern all. The achievement of which would serve to swallow all humankind into a real black hole despite all assurances to the contrary. All for the sake of a megalomaniac’s demented dream to displace the ultimate governing powers of the gods.

He came back from the quiet terror of these speculations to his own imagined world of dilemmas that the obsequious agents of his building were avoiding as best they could. Too timid and unwilling to be confronted by the tenants that based upon the past inaction on so many pressing issues were now wary of them. Both side not wishing to have to endure the next encounter but driven by the growing extremity of the festering situation were driven by the fear that one was imminent!

Dawn approached as the sleepless man awoke for he sixth time. The last interval shortening to a matter of some minutes. He noticed that his own penis was standing vertically erect as if in sympathy with that of the depiction of an ancient primeval Egyptian god. He wondered about this iconic legacy of the past experienced by all males at the approach of the Sun. Certainly a surprise to all those presently impotent aging older males! He extended the back of his had out to rest upon the coolness of the covers and thought about what he had experienced int he last segment of his life. That mutual desire by both landlord and tenant to accommodate each other. The landlord’s of this pyramidal society offering the absurdity of organic bread and other tidbits branded as health to offset plans for enacting a final mass extinction. And all their tenants clinging to some impossible hope that life as they once thought they knew it would be brought back to some semblance of normal. Offering to their liege their patience and continued silence to once more again hear out the continued claims of their former landlord’s absurd promises. Ones that promised that after their phalanxes of bureaucrats had finished their appointed task of enthralling all, these slaves would be made whole. Both factions blinded to the impossible task of finding accommodation in these conflicting goals. The only conceivable result to this dilemma coming in a day in the not too distant future of the discovery of a moment of both’s total destruction. The long habit of persisting through memory now employed to guide him through each room. Little by little, half step by quarter step, he slowly navigated his own environment,

Having become blind he had to substitute his sense of feel for his eyes. Step by step, now he could feel the texture of the floor through the soles of his feet. Within his mind that scene from childhood of caterpillars upon a leaf alternately extending their long antennas, Each one slowly and incrementally dipping down to feel about to chart the path ahead. The sounds of his own passing across the environment attenuated into providing an auditory roadmap confirming the exploration of his touch. Accidental impacts unforeseen causing an instantaneous pause. His toes stubbing the newly discovered fact of a pair of slippers resting errant upon the floor. A surprise of sorts? After a slow travel he imagined that he could navigate with a confidence of his own surety within his own domain. The bed now was just before him and he twisted around to sit down with the assurance that there would be no unfortunate surprises. He lay back in the bed and was restored to that nightly first moment when one would first close their eyes and expected an uninterrupted peace. That same mental stare at an empty ceiling where these same nightly shadows would accompany him to sleep.

The dream that he drifted to having him in the guise of an aging student of the arts that was taking a class along with others very much younger than his own years. The professor conducting the class being dismissive of the half-hearted efforts of the dreamer. The evidence of this student’s inattention being some construction paper cutouts that were in a shambles. The final test ahead being at another location,the man now being directed by his aggravated teacher to load himself along with some other students in the back of a pickup truck. The rough ride encountered playing further havoc with the man’s failing creation as he attempt to salvage it. His turn at the subsequent examination held seeing him verbally attempting to put the remaining pieces not savaged by this ride into a recognizable form. The scene fading back into the cold dark reality of his bed.

He dragged himself to the window and pulled it open then stuck his head out into the vast restless ocean of cool air. The drop below him being some fifteen stories or more. One by one, vaulting one leg after the other coming to rest upon the narrow sill he climbed out of his former world. The particulars of a chance to defy his desire to impulsively jump and survive and were quite obviously next to nil. One quick flight like a chick evolved finally into adulthood format he edge of the nest. One could only wonder!

The Eastern Form Or Western Civilization

The topic of the collapse of society has been spoken about with incredulity in so many texts focusing on past civilizations. The collective reaction of those that term themselves expert scholars often being offering the intellectual equivalent of shock and awe. Humanity at this point worldwide seems a shit pile upon which the dogs that run by technological elitism constantly lift their leg’s. The visionary experience of a future that all seem to join into a chorus to universal lament. But few know what it is to be truly civilized at this point when the smell of societal atrophy becomes so bad that the fact of its demise has become unavoidably apparent. The model of the ‘globalized’ metropolis realized in overpopulated disease ridden shit holes where non-resident personages from foreign lands congregate to parasitically demolish local financial resources of under the tissue thin claim of human rights. The prevalent attitude by the indigenous population is to bury their head in the sand and then castigate those that won’t. The fallback of the current generation of young urban hipsters is to immerse themselves in the current fantasy realm of Hollywood driven illusions of web based scenarios of wealth and power that exist only in the mind. The worst role that one can take up amidst the decline of any failing social structure is of that person that reminds people of their responsibility to fix it and then become the tagged of communal ire. Yet, better an earnest failing attempt that just assuages guilt and diverts responsibility to clean up their own backyard to other hands. Like the hands of immigrants for example. How silent that otherwise shrill cry for human rights can get when you are in grave jeopardy of having to operate your own lawnmower!

The computerized methodology of daily encounter with one’s fellow citizens through the rabbit hole of I-Phone delivers its user into a state of sociologically insulated self-centeredness. A faux frame of reference that is based on an a general attitude of over-rationalization for every action via vacuous social mores per the radical swings of the daily barometer of sub cult oriented social climate. You are enjoined to get all you can from others through a false sense of informality of first name only address to avoid treating them with any respect above or similar to your own mental model of where you yourself fall in the caste chain. Their inner content is crap and your surface appearance always speaks louder than any other if you choose your outer garments and speech ‘right‘ in accordance with the latest trend of the moment. No surprise just where those fashion tips emanate from. The displacement of cultural uniformity replaced by constant psychological manipulation through the modern Rosetta stone in the palm of your paw. Any hint of individual personality dissolved by the current set of popular avatars whose characteristics are to be emulated in speech, action and fashion. Self-replicating artificial intelligence based data collection completing the feedback loop of general human behavior allowing the governing of resources to focus in on inherent humankind’s weaknesses. A cultural totalitarian purge then taking place to cast out those most resistant to the larger system of programming. The homogeneous normalization of all races and divergent social experiences turned into a bland brownish milkshake of a single easily manageable herd being under the direction of a singular Capitalist politburo hidden in plain site within the Socialism driven world. The sheep’s skin at that point thrown off that age old parasitic group of a minuscule monotheistic elitist cabal.

Cries for salvation nixed by those that still sit inert on their Heinie’s and unwilling to entertain thoughts that go beyond the conventional that anything described could by the strength of sanity or logic could ever be taking place. This demographic subsequently being swept away into the dust of history and short memories. The only target for congealing rage being those tiny few that would violate the standard of universal self-impotence and political neutering The definition being anyone who would intentionally defies the growing stranglehold of a state that continuously tightens its grip in every realm of human existence. Those that by their actions reveal the nakedness of their unresponsive fellow citizens to the fact of their own coming destruction in terms of all those false commercial illusions that cloud the brain. Afraid to unplug from the system en masse given the consequence of truly realizing their own vulnerability and courageously foregoing the future of perpetual mind numbing servitude under cradle to grave economic chattel serfdom. The odor of rot coming directly from their own bodies that are ravaged by unspecified chemicals from processed nourishment spewed out to provide the least amount of nutrition and the greatest degree of mind numbing at the smallest cost. The life of an average citizen in this utopia being spent on a social conveyor belt with any benefits of work cultivated in the formative years and physical resources mined out by the expected time of final departure. Substituting a soulless empty mental amusement park mentality replete with unending forms of virtual eye candy for actual human existence. The constant instilling of fear and shadow of violence. With this new form of society, what’s true is untrue. The average citizen completely functionally indifferent to this transition. Just there, but not really! The idea of future having simply redefined that persistent institution of universal slavery.