I had a gasoline can
Granted it was plastic
However it did what
It was supposed to do
Store gas and when
It was full and needed
You could pour gas from it
Easily to the empty tank
Even open an air inlet
So it would flow quicker
Alas, can no longer find
Therfore purchased a new one
One that you would think
Would do the same thing
Store fuel waiting to be poured
But nooooo that’s not the case
This one requires, you hop on
One leg, while wiggling your ear
Picking your nose and saying
The alphabet…….backwards
Just to engage the “safety”
Mechanism holding a nozzle
Firmly spring loaded
.
Is this really where our
Devolution is taking us
With the warning label
Quarter the size of the can
To point out in large font
That gas and fire don’t “mix”
Well no shit. I just wanted to
Run the lawnmower without
Hauling it to a gas station first
.
What’s next, register the can
After an 8 hour safety class
With specific instructions on
How, where and when to pour
Will that be followed by having
To hire a special subcontractor
With permits and licenses to
Pour your gas for you, surrounded
By a fire suppression squad
With blankets hoses and ladders
Logos, Teams, Slogans,
Regardless of who you may be
By ink branding the cloth
You are wearing
Or cap you are sporting
If nobody knows “you”
You have reduced yourself
To a meme
Granted
Someone else
Who likes
Your mobile billboard
Will undoubtedly
Strike up a conversation
Usually ’bout
A game, a season, a play
A team player, a couch, etc,
Ad nauseum
Blah, blah blah blah blah
But, eventually
As you both move on
Neither knows anything
Of who you are
Save the surrounding
Aspects of that one
Tiny miniscule little detail
And think about it
That is not who you are
Just a frame
Holding a facade
Like a city you’ve visited
Or where you live
A concert attended
A beer drank
A “Brand” you like
Not only not
Getting paid to promote
Yet it actually
“Costs” you to
Hmmm? Or
Using the
1st ammendment
To “macho”-ly promote
The second
With a weak cliché
Something ’bout
Cold dead fingers
Giving things up
Not even
Being carried
WTF
Or a
Patriotic / nationalistic
Slogan
“Proving” devotion
To an ideology
Adorning a shirt
Dripping with the
Red of blood
The white of racism
And the blue of sadness
Made cheaper in
Another country
That
Dare I say
Needs no
Irony
.
Wonder if the above
Would fit on a t-shirt
That might
Instigate a
Real conversation?
Years ago, visited the White House
It did not seem very big then
Returned recently and
It seems much smaller now
.
Where this was “supposed” to stop
.
Like a set on a movie studio lot
A large prop of make believe
Oops..
OK it stopped, part two is
Representative Democracy
.
Part 3 is
.
Sort Of Random Tangent
Part 2 of Diminutive
.
So much for representative democracy
If you have never been there*, it is now
“Guarded” by the not so “Secret Service”
Toting what appears to be A K 4 D 7’s
Right before you go through a double
Airport type screening of your person
At least you get to keep your shoes on
The Capitol wasn’t nearly as bad, however
The just us, oh I meant the “Justice” dept.
Had a dozen or more secret service
Cloistering the steps on just one side
Toting their penis of choice proving
Who’s in control of “peaceful assembly”
And who’s not, oh yeah “The People”
.
The halls of power
Are being “protected”
By the “smalls” of power
“Less bullets, more brains.
The strong don’t need guns.
Guns are the tools of the weak.
This is true
If you disagree with me,
it’s okay, you’re wrong.”
– Henry Rollins
.
* The White House
Following is part 3
Sort Of Random Tangent
Part 3 of Diminutive
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True leadership
Would be making sure
Every belly was full
That every planetary
Resident has clean
Drinking water
Roofs over their heads
Access to health care
Think we can’t afford it
I’m no mathematician but
Pretty sure if we transferred
All the resources feeding
The military industrial complex
We could probably just do
What that one book suggests
Something about beating
Those swords into plowshares
Not accepting the
Manufactured Consent
Notion of leadership
That the more you can
Wield your power
In the face of decency
The more you can
Build a wall / pass legislation
To keep people out
Rebuild the doomsday machine
Though it is
Completely unnecessary
Save the comic book or
Austin Powers movie scene
Bit where Dr. Evil
Ransoms annihilation
For a “million” dollars aspect
Of dominion over all
Just because you can
And sheep
Need a flock master
.
“Evolution is slow, small pox is fast”
– George Carlin
.
“How, then, do terrorists manage to dominate the headlines and change the political situation throughout the world?
By provoking their enemies to overreact. In essence, terrorism is a show. Terrorists stage a terrifying spectacle of violence that captures our imagination and makes us feel as if we are sliding back into medieval chaos.
Consequently states often feel obliged to react to the theatre of terrorism with a show of security, orchestrating immense displays of force, such as the persecution of entire populations or the invasion of foreign countries.
In most cases, this overreaction to terrorism poses a far greater threat to our security than the terrorists themselves.
Terrorists are like a fly that tries to destroy a china shop. The fly is so weak that it cannot budge even a single teacup. So it finds a bull, gets inside its ear and starts buzzing. The bull goes wild with fear and anger, and destroys the china shop.”
“The Homo Deus”
“A Brief History Of Tomorrow”
– Yuval Noah Harari
In the short attention span theatre
While we are looking in the direction
Of where the finger is pointing
We miss who is pointing or why
Hmm, shiny new object shiny
Pretty loud bright oooh aaaah
Awwwe I’ve lost my ability to
Think to reason and to just be
Everybody’s concern is my concern
My concern is I don’t understand
Editorials proclamations op eds
Headlines breaking news scoops
Circling around in whip and puree
That the humanity has spun out
Regardless, mushy paste remains
The gears whir, the sharp blades cut
Confusion is mixed with distraction
And still we watch with hands in the air
Surrendering our self to the machine
A cog in the wheel of consumption
Corruption pollution destruction etc
All because of a few talking heads
Instilled in us an us vs them attitude
That is not innate within our being
What once was information presented
Yesterday flag draped coffins arrived
From the land of South East Asia while
Protesters were shot at Kent State
And “That’s the way it was” on x day.
Today death is hardly news without
A scapegoat to blame or side fingered
Days of info reduced to a sound bite
Not even a talking point to discuss
Just a nugget cute & compartmentalized
Tuckered away, prepped for 2 minutes hate
Now unless information presented fits
The narrow scope of deceptive percepts
It blandly dissolves into fake news again
Which “should” teach us to trust our heart
Look inside to determine what is “real”
Then behave or react accordingly to evolve
Make our brief time here worthwhile so
When we come back we will not have
Nearly as much work to do to fix anything
In seconds of pressing a relatively 98 degree finger on a durable micro thin piece of glass over à corresponding “button”, then having funds transferred from your account to the airlines.
You can instantly receive a qr code appear on your phone. Which will allow you to travel anywhere, as far as I know.
All you have to do is drive to the airport, drop off your bags, que yourself in a tedious line, like sheep to a slaughter.
Walk through a contraption that puts you in a position of faux torture, after being made more vulnerable by removing your shoes.
To let you know who’s in control, that you are subject and subjugated to their whims. Oh wait it is to make sure it is safe for everyone to fly. That’s it.
Neither decency or concern for your being or anxiety. Subject only to their subjective interpretation of their rules.
“Airport security is a stupid idea, it’s a waste of money, and it’s only there for one reason, to make white people feel safe.
That’s all. The illusion, the feeling and illusion of safety cause the authorities know they can’t make an airplane completely safe; too many people have access.”
– George Carlin
To then board a plane to your destination.
After all that, what we don’t have, is the wherewithal to realize it would be much more efficient to board an airplane by seating the passengers towards the back of the aircraft first.
Probably due to the arrogance either by the passenger or the staff, that if your seat assignment is a lower number, somehow you get to go on first.
Making it a race between assholes and elbows to find your seat on the plane bumping against everybody, had they followed you would not have happened.
Even “first” class who could have been comfortably sitting in a seat till it was “their” turn to board. The airplane is going to land or crash regardless who got on first.
As I write this I suspect it is a ploy to kill time while the luggage gets to the plane.
Unfortunately the masses of the flying public myself included are willing to continue to accept this practice. Just because “that’s the way it is “.
Happy Flying
