“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
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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
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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
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“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
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Well, getting paid to sit
In a comfortable air ride seat
520 miles under the stars
Listening to everything imaginable
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When a commercial comes on
The fingers are within inches
Of turning the volume down
Or tapping a different preset
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As for the dial dance for dialogue
The most obvious thing shared
Amongst allegedly opposite views
Are the same advertisers selling
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The allusion of bigger dick pills
The illusion of a better toothbrush
The conclusion of a closer shave
The intrusion of self surveillance
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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”
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Thinking now that you are more
More informed than you were before
More befuddled is more like it or
Distracted depressed disoriented
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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
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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
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“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
That
Sedated, anesthetized and hypnotized
An unfortunate percentage of people
Into becoming unconscious enough to
Think a reality TV star could be president
What else could explain how easily duped
Voters could be so seduced by a tall dude
With a small and adolescent vocabulary
Misogynistic mannerisms and bullying bigotry
Who still are so deep under the influence
Are doped up enough to believe his lies
Which are then corroborated by state TV
With friends like that who needs enemies
Hopefully some time before the midterms
They’ll sober up and grab a cup of coffee
So they won’t answer exit poll questions
And get a VUI voting under the influence
SO SAD that chief chicken little keeps
Them strung out with new shiny objects
Seemingly falling from the sky so often
The boy can get away with crying wolf
Time for some rehab and turn off the TV
Cold turkey would probably be the best
That might be a shock to your system
Try weaning off by 15 minutes a day
Not one (I hope)
To get the cart before the horse
In a presumptuous post
It is just fun to editorialize
To advance my writing chops
As the future is fortold
In the wanton hope
Life will be better
If it is legislated and controlled
Enforced and “secured”
Planned then manipulated
By those who tell you
“They” know
In part
Because of God’s plan
How can you question that
For it is written
As vague as possible
To deceptively decipher destiny
As Kavanaugh moves into position
As the moral authority over
Women’s bodies
Presidential powers
Constitutional corruption
Unrestricted warlike weapons
Through a dog and pony show
Of deception and collusion
By Putin’s puppet
Who needs him
To be
The swing vote
Of innocence vs. guilt
It is not
What you know
Or the conduct of
You as a person
It is who you know
Deciding unhinged’s fate
Determining freedom
Against the penalty
Of golden thumb cuffs
Good thing
Canada
Has
No
Wall
Preventing us
Escaping from
Gilead*
* “The Handmaid’sTale” reference
How is it not understood that
Chipping legislatively away at
Roe vs. Wade
Is merely “baby steps”
(How ironic)
Towards not only
Forcing you ladies into
Having one
You may not have wanted
Or “accidentally” started to grow
Into having one
Against your will
Because
The state mandates you have one
As the tyranny of the uterus less
Passed laws stating you have to
By invisible “Commanders”
Who declare their own authority
Because you
Voted for it
And God printed it
Not quite as acceptable
In that light
Now is it
Not a whole lot different than
Nurturing Tommy two gun
Or Suzy soldier, signing up
To perform post natal abortions
On living breathing Gaia artists
That have equitable resources
Under their feet
Stolen
In their sovereign country
On the same global sphere
Everyone occupies
Next Exit
Gilead Left
Turn around and go home
F’ The MAGA base
F’ Occupy Democrats
F’ The Media
What the F ?
F = Forgive
Forgive them, for they, know not what they’re doing.
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Instill sanity
Perpetuate peace
Utilize understanding
Create compassion
Let’s F’ evolve
F = Future
This current societal culture is all adolescent grade school behavior of picking sides for the sake of being on a “side”.
Therefore there is no end game other than to engage in a Tic-Tac-Toe “War Games” scenario. Where there are no winners.
Being played, as an unwitting X or O marker between the corpornments (corporations + governments) vs. The bankinsurance (banking + insurance,) companies.
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There is water to be cleaned
There are shelters to be made
There are wounds to be healed
There are hearts to be thawed
Thee are eyes to be opened
There are minds to be cleared
There are bellies to be filled
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Rich man’s war
the poor,
starving for food
starving for land,
starving for peace
starving for real.
Rich man’s war
Attacking human
Attacking being
Attacking earth
Attacking tomorrow
Rich man’s war
Thinking of always war
Thinking of always war
Excerpted from
John Truedell’s
“Rich Man’s War”
But instead we are going to allow ourselves to be participants in a global cage match. Where through manufactured consent and a perceived need to be “right” we hinder our evolutionary greatness.
Is not even a person
Regarding degree of guilt
Of whether or not
Crimes were committed
Special counsel be damned
The guilty party for
Allowing this to happen
Is
Drum roll please
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The “Economy”
GUILTY
CLACK (Gavel strike)
Blind eyes be turned
As long as unemployment
Is down and bank
Indentured servitude is up
“They prefer making cheap goods so everybody will have to go on working punching time clocks, organizing themselves in sewing unions.
Floundering around, while the big grab goes on in Washington and Moscow”
Ol’ Bull
“On The Road”
Jack Kerouac
45 is the metaphorical equivalent
Of a rabbit’s foot
Or a “lucky” penny
Or other medieval belief
Superstitious nonsense
Induced along
With the veiled threat
By the
Petulant president
“I’ll tell you what, if I ever got impeached, I think the market would crash,” he said. “I think everybody would be very poor because without this thinking, you would see numbers that you wouldn’t believe.”
– 45
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Merely greed
Plus redundant consumerism
Too afraid to question
The jinx ability
If addressed
As high crimes
“You know, I guess it says something like ‘high crimes’ and all. . . . I don’t know how you can impeach somebody who’s done a great job,”
– 45
Great job separating families
Great job on unconstitutional travel ban
Great job exasperating racism
Great job with prepared distractions
Great job averaging 6-7 truth misrepresentations a day
Great job promising to build a fence that the neighbors will pay for that minimally can be gotten over or around. That still the neighbor isn’t paying for.
Great job on trade “deals” so bad farms are being compensated with your tax dollars to offset their losses
The “Economy”
Is what it is
Regardless who
Occupies the oval
But hey
Why take any chances
The memory of ’08
Is still too fresh
As for the
The moral relativism
Of the aforementioned
Foibles
Of the head
Muckety muck
If
The “Economy”
Was not
Suspending disbelief
From oh well
My grandchildren
Don’t need a
Living breathing document
They can read it
On their tablet
About the freedoms
We used to have
Since now
We have are
Big Brother
To tell us
How good things are
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“Working people have been fucked over so long in this country, those are the kind of decisions they’re left to make.”
– George Carlin
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One could probably place that bet in Las Vegas with pretty good odds, that if the economy was going down the pooper. The diabolical dastardly deed defenders would disperse like the rats on a sinking ship after chewing up and spitting out the defenseless captain.
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“If there is hope,’ wrote Winston, ‘it lies in the proles.’
If there was hope, it MUST lie in the proles, because only there in those swarming disregarded masses, 85 per cent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated.
The Party could not be overthrown from within.”
– Winston Smith
“1984”
– George Orwell
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“A Farewell To Kings”
When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow?
We turned our gaze
From the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance
Cities full of hatred,
fear and lies
Withered hearts and cruel,
tormented eyes
Scheming demons
dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude and
Scoffing at the wise
The hypocrites are slandering
The sacred Halls of Truth
Ancient nobles showering
Their bitterness on youth
Can’t we find the minds
that made us strong?
Can’t we learn to feel what’s right
And what’s wrong?
What’s wrong?
Cities full of hatred,
fear and lies
Withered hearts and cruel,
tormented eyes
Scheming demons
dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude and
Scoffing at the wise
Can’t we raise our eyes
and make a start?
Can’t we find the minds to lead us
Closer to the heart?
– Rush
Pick your soap opera
The scripted ones
That run an hour
A day, five days a week
Or
The unscripted one
Or perhaps
The highly detailed script
Covered 24 / 7 with
“The Affair” types of angles
Regurgitated and repeated
Convincing each
Their own audience
What they
Already believe
Regardless of “facts”
Utilizing
Purposeful omissions
Ominous opinions
Exaggerated exculpations
Fraught with
Fear and forboding
Deception and misdirection
Screaming sycophants
Political pontifications
Tumultuous talking heads
Diabolical dastardly defenders
So that
Smugly
Each can “feel”
Righteous enough
Not to
Discuss
Converse
Dialogue
Share
Emote
Relate
Identify
Or
Understand
Their
Counterbalance
The Yang
To their Yin
The loud
To their quiet
The rest
To their motion
The chocolate
To their peanut butter
So that
Both may evolve
Into
The unified one
They’ve been before
And
Will
Again
Regardless of the
Aeons of time
This “season”
Seems to be taking
Hoping the
Next episode
Is free of
Sponsors and
Redundant consumerism
Free of
Racism
Religion
Hunger
Hate
War
Wretchedness
Filling it with
Love
Peace
Sharing
Cooperation
Kindness
Plenty
Understanding
Consciousness
Soul
Heart
Compassion
Forget the Ruskies
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Thanks to the tax “cuts”
The corporations who were
The main recipients of the windfall
Now have more $$ to rent the House
Representatives and Senators
Austerity
“The Billionaires in business, tell the Millionaires in politics, that the rest of us are greedy.”
Anonymous
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“People have asked, uhm, and wonder how it could come to pass that business in this country could get completely out of control, and it’s pretty understandable now.
Everybody knows what the truth of the situation is now. Because it’s obvious and the fact is that business and government have been in bed together our whole lives.
The difference is, is they used to keep it hidden. They used to be #ucking each other, but we didn’t know about it.
//
Now they do it right in front of us, they have no guilt whatsoever. They are just like two big dogs, that are stuck together and can’t separate. Even a glass of water won’t stop them.
They are out of control, but that is just the way it is. I don’t care if you are Democrat or Republican, okay doesn’t matter, both parties are up to their neck in this.”
– Lewis Black
Here’s a fun social experiment
For the next election
If absolutely no one voted
I would bet dollars to donuts
We would still hear on Wednesday
Who was “elected”. Go figure.
I have a splitting cognitive dissonance headache.
Haha haha hahaha guffaw chortle hee haw chuckle uncontrollable cachinnations. Whew, now my head really hurts.
At least now it’s not from listening to two opposite alleged news broadcasts. Kind of reporting the same thing with so much spin, the centrifugal force has spun the truth into such disarray, I’m confused.
I can’t tell if I am doubly informed or being dumbed down. I’ll try a test sentence, pieced together from presidential dialogue.
So SAD, it is a witch hunt, there’s no collusion, well, there was, but it is not illegal.
Yup, the latter, I’m being dumbed down.
There is no there there
There is no here either
It is all but one place
Our big blue green sphere
The one we all call our home
Where we can be free to roam
Breathing the same oxygen
Under an atmospheric dome
Let us consider for a moment
In this current political climate
Pitting us against one another
When our time here is so finite
We are all earthlings for sure
With no impenetrable borders
Shows the idiocy of a wall
Lest one tries to exert powers
Ones that appears to be racist
Which is exactly what his base is
It is sad that they do not see it
Might understand if they traded places
“When you’re accustomed to privilege,
Equality sounds like oppression.”
Franklin Leonard
“Territories”
“I see the Middle Kingdom
Between Heaven and Earth
Like the Chinese call
The country of their birth
We all figure that our homes
Are set above
Other people than the ones
We know and love
In every place with a name
They play the same territorial game
Hiding behind the lines
Sending up warning signs
The whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet we keep looking through
The eyeglass in reverse
Don’t feed the people
But we feed the machines
Can’t really feel
What international means
In different circles,
We keep holding our ground
Indifferent circles,
We keep spinning round and round
We see so many tribes
Overrun and undermined
While their invaders dream
Of lands they’ve left behind
Better people… better food…
And better beer…
Why move around the world
When Eden was so near?
The bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn’t evil enough
We get the drunken and passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride
They shoot without shame
In the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent
Or the color of your shirt
Better the pride that resides
In a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides
When a colorful rag is unfurled”
– Rush
Looking at the world through a windshield. 