Am all for the dismantling
Of the “Rule of Law”
To be replaced with
The code of compassion
And the custom of kindness
Given the fiat for friendliness
Propped up and supported
By the rule of sharing
Which of course is riddled
With as much idealism as
John Lennon’s “Imagine”
Should it paradigm shift
In that direction of peace
We could relax for a moment
On that evolutionary plateau
Before ascending even higher
However it appears as such
That the alleged leader is
Going to first flog the FBI
Dismantle the D O J
Circumvent the CIA
Malign the mainstream media
Impugn innocent immigrants
Ostracize old opponents
Put down past presidents
Waste work on a worthless wall
Oops veered off of the topic
A professional writer would
Have taken the non sequiturs out
Good thing I aren’t one of those
Bringing it back to pontificating
That the end justifies the means
By engaging in pathological perjury
Diabolical deceptive distractions
Theoretically making it so that
If anyone does a “criminal” act
They will be able to use subterfuge
And implausible deniability to talk
Their way out of it, just like 45
Lie and tell the prosecutor and judge
How great you are and have big hands
Then disparage the district attorney
By taunting tweets and bad vocabulary
Till nothing is really “illegal” anyway
Certainly since the rule of law is
Fading into the atmosphere
Like a fart in a hurricane
Getting to the same point
As if the collective simply
Became tired of the corrupt system
And opted to adhere to the
Laws of nature and gravity
Not place any proof to power
Create a world of understanding
Guidance instead of punishment
And if absolutely a government
Is necessary then use the
Model of meritocracy so that
Everyone here gets to do what
They want because they can
“It’s not a free country. You’re born free…
I mean, you are born absolutely free, except for the laws of nature. If you drink, you get drunk. That’s a law. If you get old, you die. That’s a law too. If you sit on a tack, you will bleed from the ass.
These are the only laws they that you’re born with. And any kind of government just #ucks you out that type of freedom”
– Doug Stanhope
Unless of course you “lead” the
government, then apparently you
Can do whatever you want with impunity
From the beginning.
“Think of how it all started: America was founded by slave owners who informed us, “All men are created equal.” All “men,” yeah, except Indians, *iggers, and women.
Remember, the founders were a small group of unelected, white, male, land-holding slave owners who also, by the way, suggested their class be the only one allowed to vote.
To my mind, that is what’s known as being stunningly–and embarrassingly–full of shit.”
– George Carlin
Instead of continuously looking to the rule of law to “solve” society’s problems, we might be better off approaching them using the lemon law.
As it applies to bipedal earthling artists that are an evolving divine energy of Gaia consciousness.
Lemon Law (m-w.com)
a law offering car buyers relief (as by repair, replacement, or refund) for defects detected during a specified period.
Reinterpreted Lemon Law
a law offering bipedal earthlings relief (as by replacement) for dastardly deceptive distractions detected during a specified period, after having been sold a bill of goods 240+ years ago, that genocide, racism and misogyny are acceptable in a shameful system of greed and power.
That if you play the game, by the made up rules, (even though you think, you occasionally change them)(voting, civil rights, “freedoms”, etc) you too can participate in the illusion of power and prestige.
As a consumer of the wild ride we are on in the amusement park of life, it is our divine right having the wherewithal ability to change it more to our collective liking, to be the enlightened beings we are.
Instead of the puppeteered puppets, where every motion and emotion is jerked out of us by invisible strings. Tangled and twisted in the wind pulling each other in impossible directions.
The replacement being one filled with peace, understanding, compassion, empathy, wisdom, love, self and an awareness of the whole being as one.
You know what I wonder
I wonder if the words
That the enter my thoughts
Or that I hear being spoken
Are spelled correctly. Hmmm.
There is absolutely no way to tell
Chorus from Styx’s
“Too Much Time On My Hands”
Too much time on my hands,
It’s ticking away with my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands,
It’s hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands
And it’s ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands,
Too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
A Thought Experiment
Figuring out a way to divest
Interest in the status quo
Since there is no separation
Between myself and the
Powers that be
Causing the ruckus
Resignation to a Walden Pond
Scenario, while idealistic
Doesn’t pay the bills
Or feed and house my family
My only impeachable crimes
Might be for doing nothing
Outwardly to change the world
Calling or writing a
Senator or representative
Whom you don’t know or trust
To grant “dreamers” citizenship
Seems hopeless when tied
To a wall that can be gotten
Over, around, under or through
Knowing that creating a world
Without borders only means
That I’d have to dismantle my
Walls, which would reflect the
Outside world I envision while
Clinging to a dead system that
Has outlived its usefulness
Colluding with my shadow and
Trying to pretend it is not there
Never heard him, only heard of him.
Oh too punny.
By mention and reference, must have been a character / person in the Howard Stern show universe.
Being a huge fan of radio and many highly skilled broadcasters (Paul Harvey, Bruce Williams, Art Bell, Howard Stern, Robin Quivers, Fred Norris, Frank Sontag, Dr. Laura, Phil Hendrie, Bill Handel, George Noory)
The one thing that I have learned from these professionals, that the last thing you can have during a radio broadcast is “dead air”
dead air
: a period of silence especially during a radio broadcast
It is said, that people have a fear of public speaking. I only wish that were the case.
Ok, by a podium, behind a microphone, under a spotlight, that is understandable.
It is the people within earshot that regurgitate rhetoric and reveal racism like it justifies their jeremiad juxtaposition.
Having the compulsion of needing to speak, even though they are not broadcasters or anywhere near an open microphone.
Maybe it is bothersome, as the water board dynamic dialogue delivery is constantly competing with the contrarian characters carrying on in my cranium.
Some times, it is not until you give an answer to an inane question do you realize, the inquirer could give a rats ass of your response which makes them (hopefully) know it is as lame as their question.
One of my first non relative bosses was probably the first actual person (as opposed to Steve Martin and George Carlin) I could speak with, that circumstantialy taught me to question stuff, ideas, theoretical proof, wording.
I say circumstantialy taught, as, at 51, am realizing, teaching thinking, would be damn near impossible.
My trouble is I think so much, barely have any ability to listen or speak / communicate with any bipedal earthling artist in a meaningful way.
My mind is trapped, both inside and away from the single cage of duality.
Plus realizing / knowing there is no spoon to bend, without a mind to create the spoon to bend.
Like knowing, I know I do not like me, knowing that I am the me I could change, just do not know how to.
Long story short, need to be surrounded by more “Dead Air Daves” particularly at work.
If anyone else from Chicago
Ordered a hit on someone
They’d be in jail awaiting death row
But when a politician
In the “white” house
Does it, it is okay simply
Because of a successful campaign
Perpetuated by the
Previous President
To manifest a bogeyman that
Society needed to be protected from
By calling that grown fetus
A terrorist
A planned post natal
Abortion was prepared
It was hailed as good
Govern mental
Blood on our
Tax payed hands
Why do we accept that
Oh yeah, double standards
Based on a twisted
Manufactured consent
Of the easily led
Harkening back
To Roman colosseum
Feed him to the lions
Bloosthirst mentality
Only bringing this up now, because Fox and fascists likes to have the perpetrator on its patriotism panels. All proud and boastful and getting praise for a murder, his “boss” paid and instructed him and his team to commit.
He probably died of natural causes, however it served both countries purpose. A martyr for one, a dead suspect for the other. Like it is not impossible, this was the behind closed doors agreement
A page right out of Ray Bradbury’s book, Fahrenheit 451 where society’s scourge scurries off to safety and a subsequent scapegoat is shot to placate the patriotic proletariat pacified by public presentation.
Seeing how the “proof” is at the “bottom” of the ocean. Justified why???? Hmmm, maybe it “really” wasn’t “him”.
When OBL served the people’s purpose he was our buddy. When OBL served the people’s purpose, he was our enemy.
Just ask Donald Rumsfeld. Shaking hands and making deals not long before painting him as an enemy of the state.
Picture this, same scenario, different uniform, different tools.
Dark poetic license in hand.
What if instead of a desert clad camouflage coat, grenade, sniper rifle, night vision goggles and a bowie knife.
The operation was performed using a white coat, stethoscope, speculum, forceps, tubes and a vacuum.
Look Bob, we found the cave. Gather the equipment, let’s go in. Sure is dark, moist too. Grab your night vision goggles.
“When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
– Dr Wayne Dyer
I picture Elmer Fudd hunting Bugs bunny. Shhhh, be vewwy vewwy quite. I can hear his heartbeat, don’t trip over the umbilical cord. Wouldn’t want to give our position before he’s extracted.
“The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care.”
– George Carlin
Just pondering when we are going to get our collective head out of our cosmic ass and be the peaceful enlightened mass of humanity that we could be. ‘Stead of the dualistic, narcissism filled, egomaniacal self important creatures we’ve become.
Increasingly hear ads on the radio for video door bells and motion detector cameras so you can monitor your property. Case a “burglar” shows up.
Shouldn’t it be just as much of a crime to use fear inducing dialogue, ominous music, vivid imagery and malevolent manipulation to stir your reptilian primal base instincts. Frightening you into purchasing shit you don’t need. A bad burglary from a different direction.
Can’t do that……… that would fuck up the economy.
Do you have a family? No duh!
If you are here, you have a family.
Do you want to protect them?
Again, No duh!
Purposeful poignant perfectly placed questions to elicit positive responses to hook you in to the powerful pitch.
A camera is not going to protect anyone. The only thing it is going to protect is the bottom line of the corporations selling those devices. Wasting away the world’s resources and wretched wasted wotk.
How about developing and nurturing your innate intuition to sense the security and safety of your loved ones to tell them telepathically “danger” is “lurking”. Or simply send sanguine serenity signals
Can’t do that………..that would fuck up the economy.
It must not occur to anyone, that if you can monitor from anywhere, what is going on at your house, someone else can too.
Simply the wrong let it be their idea, idea.
Ever wonder how the totalitarian state in 1984 was able to get all those telescreens and surveillance cameras in everybody’s flats.
(Granted, it was just a book.)
Easy, they first convinced the proletariats to put them in themselves under the guise of “safety and security”.
Not sure if George Orwell’s book was as much a dystopian novel or an outline of what to expect.
How much longer till you, Mr. Winston Smith will be being instructed to touch your toes by the telescreen instructor? Before slugging down your Victory Gin to make it through your monitored morning?
Always wondering how humanity has the moth like ability to be drawn to the buglight knowing its zapped outcome.
I remember when this campaign first started and signs started appearing.
Big bold letters on the left stating “NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH COMMUNITY” and a caricature silhouetted of a shadowy figure on the right. Like a printed poster for an old time radio show.
1 800 I RAT YOU
Not me, I want to live in a mind your own business neighborhood.
I mean completely mind your own business with a lazer focus down to the minutest of details .
Exalting self scrutiny to an art form, so much so, that if every individual fixed themselves the only thing the whole cosmos would know, is peace.
Not really a bible person, but this rolled around in my head for this post. In other words, had to Google it. Seems to fit.
Matthew 7:3
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye.”
Cameras, Red Lights, Inaction
Apparently the only way we think we can behave properly is if we have cameras on everything and everybody at all times.
Hasn’t worked yet, becoming fodder for further distraction. C-Span has really elevated politicians accountability and behavior.
Likewise You Tube, shows us the worst of us and our foibles. Like an insatiable schadenfreude circus side show.
Merely manufactured consent inviting an atmosphere of big brother via vicious vile victimizing voyeurism giving vindication to bad behavior because somewhere someone did something worse.
You would think that since we have the audacity and conceit to make up rules for war. We would have the insight, vision and wherewithal to rule out war.
A mistake made
A human being
A being human
A consensual event
A difference age
A slight one
A doctor visited
A fetus begun
An inquiry made
A decision stayed
A child born
A hospital followed
A rule placed
A responsibility accepted
A report filed
A state involved
A law broken
A felony convicted
A record permanent
A fine paid
A time served
A lesson learned
A support fulfilled
A new beginning
A job worked
A family wed
A unit happy
A time passes
A ‘nother added
A house larger
A vehicle newer
A grown up
A dad best
A filling nest
A construction worker
A desired change
A job opens
A second one
A betterment looms
A chance taken
A complete application
A box checked
A position qualified
A selection many
A manager accepts
A vouch backed
A character good
A worker ready
A process started
A urine sampled
A system clean
A background checked
A needed explanation
A corporation rule
An understandable tool
A vacancy remains
An albatross hangs
A neck strains
A person dismissed
A feeling bad
A system mad
A door closed
An all because
A blanket covered
A wide category
A stigma placed
An aspiration downed
A society failed
A tear dried
A struggle continues
A ‘gainst
A Permanent Marker
It occurred to me to send this to the employer regarding the applicant. Thinking I’d written something so moving and powerful of a poetic argument in favor of breaking the corporate rules to give the guy a chance.
Then it simultaneously dawned on me, what if he does get the job, because of this and gets hurt, then is no longer able to provide at all for his family.
What an awful mea culpa. When I remembered the Doug Stanhope quote.
“Poems are like children, they are beautiful to their creator. To the rest of us, they are silly and annoying.”
So, yeah, never sent it.
More so to the point, am aware, that no sound of thunder clapped and do not have the Ray Bradbury / Ashton Kutcher insight as to how the effect that butterfly would have flapped it’s wings.
Or, to the Einstein theory, all outcomes are all occurring simultaneously anyway.
Shit.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 