That is neither a command
Nor a simple request
It is a syndrome
Of these times
Am woefully infected
With this dis-ease
Dis-trust of my capabilities
Dis-use of my memory
Destroyed McGyver abilities
YouTube has the know how
Whether you want to know or not
Instantly find out right now
Options for self discovery
With typing some words
Deleted gone no recovery
Then a roll and a click
I am enveloped by the machine
“Machines (Or Back To Humans)”
– Queen “The Works” 1984
(My, how far we’ve come)
.
It’s a Machine’s world
Don’t tell me I ain’t got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain’t no place for you and me.
They tell me I don’t care
But deep inside I’m just a man
They freeze me they burn me
They squeeze me they stress me
With smoke-blackened pistons of steel they compress me
But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away
Back to Humans.
We have no disease, no troubles of mind
No thank you please, no regard for the time
We never cry, we never retreat
We have no conception of love or defeat.
What’s that Machine noise
It’s bytes and megachips for tea
It’s that Machine, boys
With Random Access Memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.
It’s software it’s hardware
It’s heartbeat is time-share
It’s midwife’s a disk drive
It’s sex-life is quantised
It’s self-perpetuating a Parahumanoidarianised.
Back to Humans
Back to Humans.
Back to Machines.
Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last
Machine world…
It’s a Machine’s world…
Change.
Back to Humans.
I suppose my abhorrence of sports
Is that I am awful at most all of them
Except maybe……….nope, all of them
Depending on the sport, it is the rules
That seem entirely too confusing
Adhered to both accurately or vague
Who authorized refs to dole out penalties
Decide what is a foul or an error is
When a flag is thrown or whistle blown
Football, forget it, way too many players
Wouldn’t know who to throw the ball to
Basketball, always felt like I was traveling
Plus the only time I could do a layup was
If no one was around or playing against
Soccer, no way, I get winded writing this
Baseball, every one on base. Count 3 & 2
Strike out then get told to go home, shit
Bowling, ping pong and horseshoes is a
Futile attempt at anger mismanagement
Yet, probably more to the point is that
When it comes to professional sports
The thing I notice the most is people’s
Pseudo passive possessive pride of
Faux, fake, fairytale, figment facts of
Ownership of “their” team, is based on
Nothing other than their dad liked a team
Or the colors were appealing to the eyes
Or they won two years in a row making
Themselves feel like a winner hoping
They could only get sick of winning if
Just next season, they’d be victorious
Meanwhile acting like they “own” the team
Worse yet is having to listen to the guys
At work rattle on how “their” team could
Have won if only “their” “best” player was
Not injured, if only, if only, blah, blah blah
Like the talking heads on all the sports TV
Advertising outlets for beer, chips, pizza
Heartburn drugs, big screens and dishes
Sodas, reverse mortgage and ed meds
On 24/7, dissecting the uber mundane
As if somehow it mattered to evolution
Making a windfall mockery by keeping
Eyes glued to a flashing screen while
Using deep voice guys and 1/2 dressed
Costars with stats and commentary to
Provide the audience with fire fuel, having
Expended all possible dull dialogue by
Knowing more about teams than who
Their kid’s teachers or playmates are
Meanwhile the owners could care less
If they win by a little or lose by a lot
They’re too busy making bank deposits
Cashing in on distraction and division
Plus “officially” licensed merchandise
Which is “proven” by hologram tags WOW
Take my wallet and empty my bank acct.
It probably just boils down to one man’s
Junk is another man’s treasure however
Upon reasonably thorough examination
It is more likely a tool in the toolbox to
“Use sports and television in this country, to distract people and take their minds off how bad they’re being fucked by the upper one percent.:
– George Carlin
That seems to be the END GAME
There is no final score and the only
Winners are multinational corporations
Selling the masses increasingly shinier
Louder brighter redundant faster stuff
Subsequently destroying their home earth
“They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ‘cause otherwise we’d be free.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation which is what we’re becoming.”
– Bill Hicks
For a healing and universally empathetic evolutionary win on the 50/50 chance Brett did what he is accused of 30 years ago. Took some responsibility and apologized, would certainly garner a lot more support from both sides towards his SC nomination.
Instead of following 45’s model of deny, deny, deny. Which in all likelihood, that if the senators have daughters or granddaughters, probably would not give their would be, maybe attempted rapists a free pass. I am guessing not.
When that denial only counts, for this go-around anyway.
“I say you’ll pay for this mischief,
In this world or the next”
– Iron Maiden
.
Of course, then he’d have to apologize for lying under oath on more current matters and for sure not get the SC judgeship.
Which he must not want in the first place, seeing how he’s banking on a 20% completed resume to get the job as it is.
Oh well. If you don’t do anything wrong, you can’t get caught.
“Never trust an atom.
They make up everything.”
– Unknown
Made up of protons
Neutrons and electrons
Made up of subatomic
Quarks and neutrinos
That could either be
Particles or waves
Depending how or when
Perhaps they are viewed
At any given moment
Of time in time
That does not exist
In the first place
Traveling at light speed
Are the make up
Of who we are
Coinciding every
Micromillisecond
Into the appearance
Of fingers and toes
Eyeballs and earlobes
Skin and skeletons
Hearts and minds
Lungs and brains
Or the substance-less-ness of
Thoughts and memories
Pleasures and pains
Hopes and fears
Doubts and beliefs
Dreams and disappointments
Likewise the
Bed you sleep on
The car you drive
The job you have
The good you do
The wrong you forgive
The food you eat
The poop you leave
The love you share
The hate you spare
The tears you shed
The kindness you spread
The words you read of
The trite that I write
All contained somehow
In that infinitesimally small
Dot of consciousness
Bouncing all over the cosmos
That we may experience
Our own parenthesis
In and of eternity from a
Strange subjective viewpoint
.
In a flash
This found its
Way to the screen
I really wish
I knew where
This $#!?
Comes from
Plus if it even
Makes sense
Doesn’t that –numbskull–
Wait scratch that
That’s not nice
And goes against
The overall of what
This blog is to represent
Raising consciousness and
Elevating humanity
(Whew, there’s ego for you)
Which most times is
Directed at me anyway
So, in order to play nice
Will start again, thinking
Nice and kind, nice and kind
Here goes
Doesn’t that occupant
In the Oval Office realize
When he is *allegedly
Giving an order to take out
Another country’s leader
That not only is that unlawful
(He really is trying to emulate Obama)
(So Jealous So SAD)
But that target, was once a
Fetus in a womb, he pretends
To want to protect, that deludes
His base into thinking he is
A Christian, when that is nothing
Like what Christ would do
So I’ve ever heard or read
“I’m proud to be a Christian”
– 45
Either we wake up and protect
All fetuses, in womb or womb less
From scalpels, forceps and vacuums
From bombs, bullets and drones
From starvation and clean water
From poverty and pollution
From deceit and distraction
Or we realize that being pro life
Is just a guise clear and simple
To subjugate half the population
.
“Pro-life… pro-life… These people aren’t pro-life, they’re killing doctors! What kind of pro-life is that?
What, they’ll do anything they can to save a fetus but if it grows up to be a doctor they just might have to kill it’
“They’re not pro-life. You know what they are? They’re anti-woman. Simple as it gets, anti-woman. They don’t like them.
They don’t like women. They believe a woman’s primary role is to function as a brood mare for the state.”
– George Carlin
.
Under state control as Kamala Harris
So poignant and eloquently pointed out
There are no laws on any books
Regulating men’s bodies. Oopsie
(There’s a legislative tit-for-tat whereas
Any male caught or proven they put
An appendage in an orifice without
Permission of orifices owner’s consent
Then said appendage will be aborted)
Sounds like legalese to me, pass that
“Can you think of any laws that give the
Government the power to make decisions
About the male body?”
Kamala Harris
Asked of Kavanaugh under confirmation
Hearings for Supreme Court Justice
To which he fumpered **incoherently
.
.
Whether anyone votes or not
Calls their congress person or not
Righteously protests or not
There is still an inherent underlying
Agreement by the collective, in high %
Of thought, that the points made above
Are reasonably acceptable as long as
One’s thinking, agrees that it’s okay
Regardless of what law is on the books
Lining up with one’s own belief system
Knowing on a subconscious level
That metaphorically it’s all hypocritical
.
* After Syrian President Bashar al-Assad launched a chemical attack on civilians in April 2017, Trump called Mattis and said he wanted to assassinate the dictator. “Let’s fucking kill him! Let’s go in. Let’s kill the fucking lot of them,” Trump said, according to Woodward
.
DJWHDT
Doubt Jesus Would Have Done That
.
“And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart”
– Rush
.
** the judge eventually admitted that he could not think of any laws governing the male body.
– thinkprogress.org
“I have certain rules I live by.
My first rule, I don’t believe anything that government tells me, nothing, zero, none.
And I don’t take very seriously the media or the press in this country.”
– George Carlin
Truth descends into Dante’s deception
At a gravitational determined rate
Accelerating in free fall collapse like
Three NY buildings coincidentally
Insured just months before, against
What would likely never ever happen
Have happen, whoever placed that bet
Could clean up well in Las Vegas
Seventeen years later questioning has
Apparently been buried under the rubble
Of manipulation and patriotic perversion
Geez, even at the assassination museum
Formerly known as the Texas School
Book depository near the grassy knoll
Many sides and theories are presented
Reasons, agendas, witness accounts
Plausibilities, refutations and money
The evidence that sticks out the most is
No professional shooter has replicated
Firing similar weapon three times, as fast
As what was recorded in Zapruders film
“You know you can go down there and, er, to Dealey Plaza where Kennedy was assassinated. And you can actually go to the sixth floor of the Schoolbook Depository.
It’s a museum called… ‘The Assassination Museum’. I think they named that, after the assassination. I can’t be too sure of the chronology here but…
Anyway they have the window set up to look exactly like it did on that day. And it’s really accurate, you know, cause Oswald’s not in it.
“Yeah, yeah so wow that’s cool.”
Painstaking accuracy, you know. It’s true, it’s called the ‘Sniper’s Nest’. It’s glassed in, it’s got the boxes sitting there.
You can’t actually get to the window as such, but the reason they did that of course, they didn’t want thousands of American tourists getting there each year going [Mimes looking out of window]
“No fucking way!
I can’t even see the road.
Shit they’re lying to us.
Fuck!
Where are they?
There’s no fucking way.
Not unless Oswald was hanging by his toes, upside down from the ledge. Either that or some pigeons grabbed onto him, flew him over the motorcade…
Surely someone would have seen that. You know there was rumours of anti-Castro pigeons seen drinking in bars…
Someone overhead them saying ‘coup, coup’ Coo. Unbelievable.”
– Bill Hicks
.
For a few thousand bucks + time could be
Cost effective for plausible deniability add
A car, some dummies and magic bullets
Then it can be tested filmed and recorded
Hypothesized upon with no conclusion
To fully satisfy either camp of thought
To believe an evidence trail of whodunit
.
As for September 11 2001 it is way
Too expensive of a mind heist to disprove
Can’t exactly rebuild tall buildings for the
Sake of seeing if they would fall w/o help
Ignore the conspiracy theories, the social
Mantra is Never Forget
Well isn’t that just dandy in an allegedly
“Christian” nation, if that was the case
Everybody would be geared up towards
Always Forgiving like what’s his name did
‘Stead of annual reminders focusing on
Distractions along with t shirt & hat sales
For it is way too late to rerealize no plane
Or bodies were recovered in Shanksville
Nor evidence of an actual airplane at the
Pentagon so go ahead and Google it
“Fahrenheit 911” & “Loose Change”
First, a “Trick Argument”
If god is everywhere at all times, and people thank god for rescuing a loved one from a car wreck or a plane crash, where was god to prevent the situation in the first place? Hmmm?
Might as well close this out with Doug
.
“Does anyone get upset that George Bush keeps quoting the Bible in all his f****** speeches?
Does that get on anyone’s last nerve?
Does it ever occur to them him, it’s all those stupid f****** religions that start all this s*** in the first place?
National Day of Prayer, F*** you. You think you’re doing something….. you’re not. You can sit at home and cry jinx and keep your fingers crossed too. It does as much good.
You want to pray, pray all day. Pray on your own time. You wanna help? Grab a shovel, and start digging there pinwheel, because it looks like your god, takes Tuesdays (September 11, 2001) off.”
– Doug Stanhope
Fortunately while I am
Audibly “watching” the news
Through satellite radio feeds
I am productively working
.
Well, getting paid to sit
In a comfortable air ride seat
520 miles under the stars
Listening to everything imaginable
.
When a commercial comes on
The fingers are within inches
Of turning the volume down
Or tapping a different preset
.
As for the dial dance for dialogue
The most obvious thing shared
Amongst allegedly opposite views
Are the same advertisers selling
.
The allusion of bigger dick pills
The illusion of a better toothbrush
The conclusion of a closer shave
The intrusion of self surveillance
.
The delusion of better sleep
The confusion of debt/tax relief
The revulsion of partner’s snoring
The exaggeration of bed sheet’s abilities
.
The envision of odorless hair coloring
The revision of refinancing more debt
The expectation identity will be stolen
The supervision over your “security”
.
Abstract “things” that products won’t fix
If you are tired and of clear mind
A person can sleep on any bed or sheets
Without hyperbolic impossible claims
.
The same products night after night
Where what is being sold is an idea
Against what is keeping you awake
Or things you’ll need tomorrow now
.
Knowing that what is keeping you awake
Is not for the lack of these concepts
Rather the fear, filtering in between ads
Subconsciously scaring you to death
.
The dissonance messing with your mind
Desperately wanting to accept 2+2=5
So the jack boots will stop the kicking
The bullshit too unfathomable to bear
.
So order quick just don’t text and drive
To get this special offer using a “code”
Not for the discount rather for the
Advertiser’s effectiveness tracking
.
Learning the consumer’s demographics
To easily sell you more similar stuff
Since you “liked” this buy this too
As the algorithms spread to your wallet
.
Thinking now that you are more
More informed than you were before
More befuddled is more like it or
Distracted depressed disoriented
.
Faux is a tenuous, tough and toxic listen
As it resonates as state run TV / radio
Broadcasting what “should” be believed
Attacking the “Media” as if they are not
.
Hammering away at some agenda which
Its only intent seems to be to keep power
In power for the sake of being in power
Neither evolve or create a peaceful world
.
“I realized that this is how Putin was going to rule, that this is how his #ucking brain works.
So I have no illusions, I knew this is how he understood the word patriotism.
Just the way he’d been taught in all those KGB schools.
The country is as great as the fear it inspires, and the MEDIA SHOULD BE LOYAL.”
– Masha Gessen
“The Man Without A Face”
“The Unlikely Rise of Vladimir Putin
