The Alle-gators
Outside the swamp
Are braver then the
Alligators in the swamp
Trying to keep at least
One out of the chambers
As Moore and more
Troubles arise, posturing
It all wrong by denying.
Could easily give a full
Tearful confession today
Be in office tomorrow
Simply because there
Is an (R) after the box
Which apparently stands
For reptilian, the base point
In human evolution which
Has yet to catch up to their
Mammalian counterparts
Maintaining the predatory
Cold blooded survivalist
Nature that is in near
Extinction like the dinosaurs
Still playing, follow the leader
Of crass corrupt crocodile
Doubling down distraction
Dire deception daring non-divas
To back out of corroborated claims
C’mon ‘bama, evolve from the muck
If not in vote, then thought and deed
Compelling and dangerous
Politics disasters and news
All essentialy one in the same
A barometric beat down of my
Perplexed fragile sullen psyche
Exhausted searching exhaustively
For needle answers infinite haystack
Cracked mirror provides broken glimpses
Answers fill bottomless buckets
Retrieved like data from failed hard drives
Hope rescinds what faith provides
Sign post up ahead…….. Bridge Out
Too late you have left the Twilight Zone
“Twilight Zone”
– Rush
A pleasant-faced man
steps up to greet you
He smiles and says
he’s pleased to meet you
Beneath his hat
the strangeness lies
Take it off,
he’s got three eyes
Truth is false
and logic lost
Now the fourth dimension
is crossed
//
You have entered
the Twilight Zone
Beyond this world
strange things are known
Use the key,
unlock the door
See what your fate
might have in store
Come explore
your dreams’ creation
Enter this world
of imagination
You wake up lost
in an empty town
Wondering why
no one else is around
Look up to see
a giant boy
You’ve just become
his brand new toy
No escape,
no place to hide
Here where time and
space collide
//
You have entered
the Twilight Zone
Beyond this world
strange things are known
Use the key,
unlock the door
See what your fate
might have in store
Come explore
your dreams’ creation
Enter this world
of imagination
This world is getting a little heady, methinks the Twilight Zone might be a welcomed respite at this point.
The “leaders” have failed, the system is on its last legs. Evoke behavior to a new world you’d like to participate in. (This is for me, not the reader.)
“We teach best what we need to learn most ourselves.”
– Richard Bach
The behavior being kindness to all, accepting the awareness that you and your adversaries are the same “one”.
Reaching the level of the 100th monkey theory. When humanity reaches a critical mass of desired outcome, a shift is supposed to occur. So I’ve heard, it is worth a try.
Unaware 100th Monkey Theory
Here’s a quick synopsis.
Scientists studying
Jungle somewhere
Primate culture
Behavior habitat
Experiments data
Observe record
Hungry tech
Eats apple
Polishes first
Lab jacket
Consistent motion
Monkey see
Monkey do
Captures attention
Info notation
Lab monkeys
Eat apples
Repeat habit
Arm hand
Gesture continues
Adopted behavior
Monkey see
Monkey do
More data
More research
Need new
Wild monkeys
Fresh from
Same jungle
Number approaches
Near 100
New monkeys
In wild
Exhibit behavior
As unseen
Lab monkeys
Polishing apples
Before eating
Recorded paradigm
The 100th
Monkey theory
A Mechanical Ballet
Engine Orchestration
Ready the horn section
Drummers thump tires
Dancers ready their shoes
Coolant section warms up
Compressor builds up the air
Oil can handle the pressure
Driven to be the best
No one is exhausted
Lights, air brakes, traction
The conductor raises baton
(Dispatcher assigns equipment)
Diesel dancers couple trailers
After pulling them from the doors
Pirouetting around parked pups
(Pup is a 30 foot trailer)
Curtsying the cab to corners
Twirling around the dollies
(A dolly connects two trailers)
Do-si-do by the dumpster
Sidestep the slippery sidewalk
High kick the hefty horsepower
Kicking it into high gear
A tricky terminal tango
And exiting stage left
Taking the show on the road
Down the black velvet ribbon
Lined with footlights
Steering under the stars
Either one, or billions
Not sure if you would have to be a freight transportation supervisor (latest euphemism for “truck driver”) to understand that, but it was fun to write.
This was written from a bird’s-eye view of a trucking terminal at the peak of an outbound operation of an ltl (Less than Truck Load) carrier.
Deep Purple
“Space Truckin'”
We had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball on Mars
Meeting all the groovey people
We’ve rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealice
We’re space truckin’ round the the stars
Come on let’s go Space Truckin’
Remember when we did the moonshot
And Pony Trekker led the way
We’d move to the Canaveral moonstop
And everynaut would dance and sway
We got music in our solar system
We’re space truckin’ round the stars
Come on let’s go Space Truckin’
The fireball that we rode was moving
But now we’ve got a new machine
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah the freaks said
Man those cats can really swing
They got music in their solar system
They’ve rocked around the Milky Way
They dance around the Borealice
They’re Space Truckin’ everyday
Come on
“I say you’ll pay for this mischief,
In this world or the next”
– Iron Maiden
“Can I play with madness”
No matter what, nothing is done off the Akashik record.
Or so, I’ve read or hard, can’t be quite sure. There is no proof and if I do remember, certainly am not behaving as if any lessons have been learned or transformed. Instant karma is not fast enough or so fast I missed it.
“Be it the Devil or be it him
You can count on just one thing
When the time is up you’ll know
Not just one power runs the show”
– Iron Maiden
“Fates Warning”
From the grave, Sam Walton is directing Chump not to stop trade with China, or the world’s largest employer would go out of business. Being the lead, and final domino.
Someone once commented to me, they thought everything in Mall Wart was made in America, ’cause it is always so red, white and blue in there. How nice.
After kindly questioning, discovered that, that was what, they were solely basing their opinion on. The primary colors, under nauseating cold white lights.
“I’m alone, I’m eating and I’m reading a book, right? Waitress walks over to me: ‘Hey, whatcha readin’ for?’
Isn’t that the weirdest #uckin’ question you’ve ever heard? Not, what am I reading……but……..what am I reading……FOR?
Well, goddamnit, ya stumped me! Why do I read? Well . . . hmmm…I dunno…I guess I read for a lot of reasons.
– Bill Hicks
One reason would be to read a news magazine or the print on the products bought, to see where they come from.
Which mostly read, Made in China. Instead of focusing on the “allegedly” new “lower” price. (At some point, wouldn’t everything be free?) Have to raise it up, to mark it down.
You know, the lower price that keeps the competing vendors in the high stakes business, of finding cheaper and cheaper labor and materials to satiate American consumers need to fill an abysmal void.
For sure, China is where everyone’s “Freedom Fireworks” are from. I’ve delivered dozens of those pallets, none said, made in Kansas, or any other state.
(Just a tad ironic, celebrating “freedom and independence” buying a product made by those, not)
As for the clothing tags, with other countries too numerous to list, might as well just read, definitely not made here.
Speaking of products and where they are made. There were sure a lot of US flags in Korea on 45’s recent visit, did they ship them that quick, or are the made there?
“Hey buddy, my daddy died for that flag.”
“Really? Cause… I bought mine. Yeah, they sell them at K Mart.”
“He died in the Korean War.”
“Wow, what a coincidence, mine was made in Korea.”
No one and I repeat no one, has ever died for a flag. They may have died for freedom, but that is also the right to burn flags if you want to.
– Bill Hicks
Side semantics tangent. If it were illegal to burn a US flag, but it was made in Korea, would it be an American flag or a Korean flag?
Back to the stores.
Except from.
John Trudell’s “Graffiti Man”
//
So much older than the day before
Ain’t everybody tired of being poor
Grafitti man’s got something to say
Message in a scrawl message on the wall
Something’s wrong
Not our fault
We gotta be cool
Our time will come
Open spaces in shopping center walls
Middle class man middle class land
Clean enough to be a family affair
Nice place to take wide eyed child
Controlled climate temperate zones
Neat little shops all laid out
Everything by sale
By cash or plastic
Price not negotiable but payment is
Different junk man different junk
Spend some money buy some more
Grafitti Man’s got something to say
Message in a scrawl message on the wall
Put on blinders
Dull the senses
Who’s worth more than money they spend?
Sky scraper buildings
Corporate corridor, office suite
Executive board, high finance
Big businessman suit
Not stained, by sweat or blood
Using money, like perfumed water
Sophistication smiles
Hide stain and decay
Realistic decisions
In columns and ledgers
Dividing profits among themselves
Spoils of war are spoils of war
Says Junk Man owner of the junk
Grafitti Man’s got something to say
Message in a scrawl message on the wall
Down with bosses
No more bosses
Something’s gotta change
Something’s gotta change
A Poem from one of my favorite writer/lyricist spoken word folk artist
John Trudell
1946 – 2015
For The Christmas Tree
The winter purification has returned
The cold and the snow
The crispness of the air
It is a time of rejoicing and prayer
Ceremonies, sacrifice
Humble ways to show we care
Respect and concern for our relations
Are the ways it’s always been
The invader starts his winter purification
With Christmas
Allegedly he says to honor Christ
Who he killed, the prince of peace
Is now honored with the sacrifice
Of the Trees
The assassins with their axes
Who kill you my relative
And then electrify you with lights and decorations
You will stand over
Their gifts and presence
Of the confused
They do not understand
You are spirit
You must not be abused
The invaders happiness
Seems to have no depth
Their Christmas is only
The giving of gifts and
The killing of Trees
The peace in sharing is lost in the selling
And the buying
For them there is always a price
And this is the one
They pay for your needless sacrifice
Maybe someday they will know
You are real as they are
Maybe someday they will get well
And we’ll all be safe
Maybe someday they will learn
Purification
As long as this post is about Trees
No tree has branches so foolish
as to fight amongst themselves.
~ Native American Proverb
“The Trees”
– Rush
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples
And they’re quite convinced they’re right
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade?
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream ‘oppression!’
And the oaks, just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
‘The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light’
Now there’s no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw
American Oaks ?
North Korean Maples ?
Hmmm, there is trouble in the forest.
And no safe place for the creatures to flee
One more
“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.”
― Kahlil Gibran
No trees were harmed in writing this post.
It doesn’t have to be like this
All we need to do
Is make sure
We keep talking
– Pink Floyd
“Can’t feed the people
but we can feed the machines
Can’t really feel
what international means”
Neil Peart
Rush
“Territories”
Trickle Down sounds like a bad porn title and the Republican / Fox agenda is willing to jam it down your throat.
Repackaged Reaganomics as the Trump Tax Plan to a suffering population so destitute in self confidence they are willing to accept it.
“The Billionaires in business, tell the Millionaires in politics, that the rest of us are greedy.”
Anonymous
Gullible thinking, well, if the super wealthy get to have more, than they have now, surely that is the part, they will not need.
Therefore, since the masses delude themselves enough to accept that, it will magically go to them. Granted, by working longer and harder.
Wrong, but when the democracy is run on manufactured consent, streamed into the subconscious, with an unfelt torturous electronic drip of a collection of flat screened, light emitting diodes, combined to do their reprogramming, then that kind of alleged tax reform seems acceptable.
“It will be a great day when our schools have all the money they need, and our air force has to have a bake-sale to buy a bomber.”
– Robert Fulghum
My perception of tax reform would be to defund the military industrial complex and support my grandkids dance classes and wrestling.
As soon as I can get the blood of my hands, for knowingly sitting idly by. That a large percentage of the taxes I do pay feed the machine that kills sovereign citizens all over the globe under the guise of freedom.
When in actuality it is a resource stealing or cheap labor bullying tactic to keep the stores full and pumps pumping.
“It’s never going to get any better, don’t look for it. Be happy with what you got. Because the owners of this country don’t want that.
I’m talking about the real owners now.
The big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions.
Forget the politicians. They are irrelevant.
The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice.
You don’t.
You have no choice.
You have owners.
They own you.
They own everything.
They own all the important land.
They own, and control the corporations.
They’ve long since bought, and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear.
They’ve got you by the balls.
They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying.
Lobbying, to get what they want.
Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I’ll tell you what they don’t want.
They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking.
They don’t want well-informed, well-educated people capable of critical thinking.
They’re not interested in that. That doesn’t help them.
That’s against their interests. That’s right.
They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around a kitchen table and think about how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago.
They don’t want that.
You know what they want?
They want obedient workers .
Obedient workers, people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork.
And just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they’re coming for your Social Security money.
They want your fucking retirement money.
They want it back so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know something?
They’ll get it.
They’ll get it all from you sooner or later, because they own this fucking place.
It’s a big club and you aren’t in it.
You and I are not in The Big Club.
By the way, it’s the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe.
All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy.
The table is tilted, folks.
The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice.
Nobody seems to care.
Good honest hard-working people – white collar, blue collar – it doesn’t matter what colour shirt you have on – good honest hard-working people continue – these are people of modest means – continue to elect these rich cocksuckers who don’t give a fuck about them.
They don’t give a fuck about you.
They don’t give a fuck about you.
They don’t care about you at all.
At all.
At all.
And nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care.
That’s what the owners count on.
The fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick that’s being jammed up their assholes every day, because the owners of this country know the truth. It’s called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it.”
-George Carlin [Life is Worth Losing]
Predator Nation
Staggering Victimization
Reticent Multiplication
Patriarch Justification
Witness Confirmation
Consent Demarcation
Feminine Subjugation
Failed Realization
Nary Prosecution
Weak Criminalization
Prey Persecution
Impossible Restitution
Tortured Emotion
Delayed Communication
Multiple Verification
Accelerating Devolution
Recorded Conversation
Blind-Eye Utilization
System Devotion
White-House Occupation
Accuser Recrimination
Past-Presidents Allegation
Stark Realization
Continued Perpetuation
Broadcast Corporation
Reverse Extortion
Truth Contortion
Spin Cessation
Mogul Rehabilitation
Comedian Explanation
Senator Molestation
Church Reorganization
Trek Navigation
Persona Falsification
Show Cancelation
Consciousness Disconnection
Simple Solution
Enhance Evolution
Slow Procreation
From Overproduction
Awareness Education
Earthlings Reduction
Incremental Attrition
Without Abortion
Spiritual Salvation
New Revolution
Replace Bastion
Enlightened Action
Predator and Prey
Intentionally or
Unintentionally
Making more
Predator or prey
Preying predators
Too oft pre-excused
Boys will be boys
Indoctrinated princesses
Illusioned by princes
The scary tale
Is the fairy tale
Perpetuated
By society
And corporations
The Lessen Lesson
The world’s problems would be more solvable if there were less problems (people) to solve them.
Ruse
Rhymes with
News
Coincidence
I think not
Depending on
Which you
Listen to or watch
You will
Walk, run, or stumble
Away
Justified
Terrified
Or
Mortified
Certainly not
Satisfied
Rather
Mystified
Or
Stupified
Finding truth
Rarified
Scared to leave
The house
Left
Petrified
Hard to fathom the different outlets are covering the same topic or the same president.
One glorifies the promise as if it may still happen, health care, walls, taxes. Scapegoating anybody but the promiser, why nothing is happening.
Another reports, that the same nothing is not happening with spin from a different direction, still concluding that nothing is happening.
If you are open minded to watch or listen, to both or all, you realize that the same corporations / advertiser’s fund both, serving the (soul)less purpose of consumption.
Revealing why your attention is rapt with eyes glued open, like your open wallet.
A tagline stating the broadcast is fair and balanced, means most likely it’s not. Kind of like when 45 says “believe me”, the proof is you can’t.
There are no sides in objectivity. Opining what may happen or not, abdicates away the responsibility of the viewer to make an informed decision based on facts.
Instead of emotions and accepting the judgement of the most talented talking heads, doing their job to keep you staying in tune, while being out of touch.
“Our family celebrates Thanksgiving the way that most of the rest of the United States celebrates, which is to observe and honor……..what is considered, the first day, of the near genocide, of an entire race of peoples.”
– David Cross
They be grieving
Over them taking
Homeland forsaking
Treaties making
Too many breaking
Not even placating
Centuries frustrating
Still land grabbing
Reservation raping
Pipeline placing
Profit justificating
Sacred ground negating
First people’s remaining
Hearts aching
This was prompted after seeing a sign flashing across a reservation casino marquee.
Promoting their Happy Thanksgiving buffet. Wondering aloud in print trying to make sense of it all in the context which proceeds “Black Friday ”
As it still conjures up the image taught indoctrinated in kindergarten of indigenous cultures welcoming immigrants and breaking bread. Only to be scooted across the continent at break neck speed to the least habitable land.
“We really gave the Indians a fast trip across the continent, you notice that? They were having a little cookout in Massachusetts- buncha boats came up, man…”Hey, ya mind moving over, guys?
Bring in the stuff. Would you move it over, man. Bring in the stuff. Would you move it over, man. Bring in the stuff. Would you move it over, man.
Over three mountain ranges…four mountain ranges. Got ’em onto an offshore island, Alcatraz, right? Off the continent completely!
They had to take the island to get it! Then we kicked them off there”
– George Carlin
Iron Maiden’s “Run to the Hills”
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds
and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whiskey
and taking their gold
Enslaving the young
and destroying the old
Run to the hills, run for your lives
– Iron Maiden
Looking at the world through a windshield. 