Me and My Arrow

It should be noted that 99% takes in a lot of rich people. Is this class warfare or am I missing the point? Also, we of the lower class are divided by so many differing ideals and beliefs that it appears to be insurmountable. Sex and religion alone account for the vast majority of divisions, let alone economic and political philosophy. We also have the functionaries whose sole purpose is to "protect and serve" the masters of the universe by pretending to uphold principles like law, justice, peace, ad nauseum.

The US System is broken beyond repair. Corruption is the "New Normalcy." Be good americans and if you promise not to say anything about it we'll leave you alone; for now. My life is too short to worry about such trivialities; my children and grandchildren can handle it. It's not my problem; fuck you I got mine. What would you have me do; I am only one person.

What is the point?

Comfortably Numb

Echoes

Sitting and waiting,
Master red-baiting,
Hoping my ship will come in.

Who has the courage,
To show some compassion,
Who will cast the first pointy stone.

Mind flayers preach,
From smouldering boxes,
And the pitiful weep just the same.

We are...

Shouting into empty canyons.
Cold,
Still air disturbed by fury,
And wrath.

Nary a thought,
And meaningless.

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War Pigs

Honor Unrequited

FTA. This acronym was very popular in the late modern US army (as opposed to the new modern army in place now.) I believe it was a response to the Defense (War) Department's ad campaign at the time. This was before "Be all you can be" and "An army of one." Fun, Travel and Adventure was the pitch of the new all-volunteer, post-Vietnam military. Wonderfulness abounded as the broken wreck of the US military regrouped from its bitter loss during its most recent "war of occupation." Honor must be restored.

Fuck The Army. The mumbled plea of a few disquieted soldiers. You know who you were. The sham of "duty and honor" as buzzwords for mindless obedience gripped your awareness soon after swearing your oath to defend the Constitution. Dissent in an army cannot be tolerated. There is no honor when respect is lost. That is, unless your world-view is dependent upon honor for honor's sake (a self-perpetuating, self-justifying circle-jerk played by little boys in funny costumes.)

A symptom of decay within this "honor society" is its single-minded support of a corrupt system and corrupt leaders. It can't do anything else. The "honorable" must serve. To diverge from this path would be dishonorable and ritual seppuku must ensue. The emperor wears no clothes and the emperor's honorable servants will defend to the death (preferably someone other then them) their perception of a fully robed emperor. The nail that stands out must be hammered.

A servant is still a servant no matter how decorative the costume. Some servants actually believe they are masters because their plumage is more elaborate and their title more noble. Honor, like faith, just IS and is therefore immune to criticism. Self analysis would shake the very foundations of belief. Self-absorption and elitism are signs of decay within ANY ideology. The betrayal of the "honorable" by their "masters" is not an option. Their relationship is intertwined by bonds of loyalty and preordination. "My tribe, right or wrong" and "Death to the other tribe" are the mantras created by this "crazy glue."

Thus, the servants (functionaries) of order (the masters) are truly powerless in spite of the quasi-power they wield. Their ambition tightens the bonds and renders their escape untenable and undesirable. The functionary must obey and insure compliance to order and discipline without remorse or regret. Honor forgives one for the most heinous of crimes done to preserve the master's will. Most systems and organizations (especially the military) cannot function capably without honor. Misplaced and misguided loyalty corrupts honor. HONOR becomes honor and its worth is diminished. It becomes nothing less than honor among thieves and killers. Where is the honor in that?

We Like Our Titles, Don't We?

Wherever I have found a place to hang my hat I have always been amused by the other cowpokes affinity for tags to their names. Foreman, stable-boy, cookie, boss (usually called by some military title he paid for long ago), etc... At any rate, for a titled person, a title is the sum total of what and who they are. The modern world beckons to the titled. As a general observation, any substance obtained from your magnificence is diminished in proportion to your magnanimity. Authoritative societies love their titles.

Just a thought.

The Biggest Contemplation Piece in My Process

Truth Novus

It is the policy of death and atrocity,

As an empire fails.

Nolo Contender,

As we swoon never-ender,

On a suicide Bender.

"The Americans have promised us a better life,"

"But we get only death."

Gunshot wounds to the head,

Nothing remains,

But a brute stare of nothingness into nothingness.

"The Americans give us advisers,"

"And blame and death..."

It is the policy of death and atrocity,

As an empire fails.

Nolo Contender,

As we swoon never-ender,

On a suicide Bender.

The gangs of thieves are salivating,

As the house gives up its treasure.

Empty the vaults,

Pawn the silver,

Throw a few crumbs onto the street.

This path, untoward and maldirected, leads to a festering pit of tyranny,

Take my freedom but leave me be and I will be a "Good American."

The gang of thieves depends on it...

It is the policy of death and atrocity,

As an empire fails.

Nolo Contender,

As we swoon never-ender,

On a suicide Bender.

Hot winds are blowing...

Irrigated by oil,

The sowing of guns proceeds aplenty.

And the heathen shall be driven from the land,

By a "just and merciful" hand.

Too many gods,

Not enough gods.

The righteous have spoken,

We are damned...

It is the policy of death and atrocity,

As an empire fails.

Nolo Contender,

As we swoon never-ender,

On a suicide Bender.

The words are spoken and written,

In a Babelesque cacophony of chaos.

Nothing is everything or something, maybe.

Images of heads spouting blather and lies,

Masks of death and Masques of Death.

A mimicry of life and love long since past,

Reality and truth have parted ways...

It is the policy of death and atrocity,

As an empire fails.

Nolo Contender,

As we swoon never-ender,

On a suicide Bender.

Black ops and copters, white hats and skin,

"You're with us or against us,"

And the middle ends.

We'll throw a few more virgins on the campfire,

Blood, sex and too many wrecks.

Never to forgive what we never remember...

It is the policy of death and atrocity,

As an empire fails.

Nolo Contender,

As we swoon never-ender,

On a suicide Bender.

GIF

Global Intellectual Failure

"Reasoned debate presupposes mutual knowledge of sincerity." I read this quote and it is applicable from the loftiest aerie of our "masters of the universe" and their psychophantic body of experts to the lowliest molecule of gelatinous matter known as the ignorant unthinking masses. The result is GIF. If a truth is spoken amongst the forest of lies and a world hears it will it be noticed? I doubt if the purveyors of GIF are even aware of the disease. It is quite a paradox.


It saddens me to say that GIF is terminal as there is truly no activity or system that I can see that will thwart its continued toxicity. I used to believe the "crazy times" would not happen in my lifetime, but I am not so sure anymore. With technology (and science) and the globalization of our villages we have achieved an acceleration of "the stupid" on an epic scale and course.


It is only a matter of time...



`The time has come,' the Walrus said, `To talk of many things: Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings.'