On the books
The “Law”
states that,
If you are
driving erratically,
You should be
Cited with
Reckless driving
Me thinks,
You should be
Awarded for
Being a good
Pothole
Swerver
IMPEACH, then forgive and forget.
“Trying to reason with a madman is both useless and time consuming.”
“Brian” from Stephen King’s”
“The Langoliers”
An investigation isn’t going to reveal anything more than when Cheney held Bush’s hand during their “interview” to reveal, what everyone knows, Bush knows nothing, other than what his puppeteers tell him.
Bush-Cheney 9/11 Interview Won’t Be Formally Recorded
“New York Times”
By ELISABETH BUMILLER and PHILIP SHENON
APRIL 28, 2004
The White House said on Tuesday that there would be no recording or formal transcription of the historic joint interview of President Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney by the independent commission investigating the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks.
Well, isn’t that just dandy? Not bad privilege of power. Not only is lady justice blinded, seems to be deaf, and on the take. Maybe that is why she is blindfolded so she can’t reveal who’s tipping the scales.
Debt, deception and decadence appear to be the strings operating this petulant administration’s puppet show. Dancing on the stage of incompetence, injustice and intolerance.
“Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
John Dalberg-Acton
Let’s not be like the ones who complained about the health care system for 8 years and not have a replacement.
A compassionate meritocracy would seem to work. Otherwise, finger pointing, only reveals three pointing back.
“I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and Constitutions. But laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind.
As that becomes more developed, more enlightened, as new discoveries are made, new truths discovered and manners and opinions change, with the change of circumstances, institutions must advance also to keep pace with the times.
We might as well require a man to wear still the coat which fitted him when a boy as civilized society to remain ever under the regimen of their barbarous ancestors.”
Thomas Jefferson
“Time For Change” Motley Cruê
I heard some kids telling me
How they’ve lost all the faith, in the way
They’ve been talking world peace
And the wars in the streets
The lines on their faces so deep, yeah
A revolution, or reach out
And touch the day
We’re overdue, child
Change
Now it’s time for change
Nothing stays the same
Now it’s time for change
I feel the the future
In the hands of our youth
No more lies
Old, tired fools tell our future
With tarot cards, and lie of crime The lines on their faces so deep, yeah
A revolution, or reach out
And touch the day
We’re overdue, child
Change
Now it’s time for change
Nothing stays the same
Now it’s time for change
I’ll change
I’ll change
Not tomorrow, but today
Change
Now it’s time for change
Nothing stays the same
Now it’s time for change
Keep your eye “off” the ball
The distraction is all around
Watch me pull a rabbit
Out of my hat
Not even close to
Slight of hand
Rather a 5 alarm
Catastrophic
Long emergency
Belief bans
Wasted walls
Rambunctious ruskies
Covert conniptions
Diabolical deceptions
Atrophied attorneys
Did we just wake up?
Where was this hyper scrutiny 16 years ago, when non existent planes were not crashing in debris-less fields. Cell phones working at signal less altitudes?
Where a 47 story steel skyscraper “collapsed” due to fire? A commercial airliner with no wings or jet engines hits a five sided building?
Where the alleged culprits were from caves in Afghanistan, so the president decides to attack Iraq?
Isn’t that like dropping your keys have them ricochet off your foot, land under your car, then look for them under the street light, even though they can’t possibly be there, but it’s easier to see.
It’s a miracle
We’ve got warehouses of butter
We’ve got oceans of wine
We’ve got famine when we need it
Got designer crime
It’s a miracle
We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Roger Waters ” It’s a miracle”
And now they’re trying to put us
Back to sleep
So we’ll see how it goes
Anyway look at the record man
Rock ’N Roll is based on revolution
Going way past 33⅓
John Trudell “Boom Boom Chě”
How is it, as a species that has the intelligence to do all that it has done.
Including moving information at light speed, not use it to solve our problems, but manipulate it in a way that keeps everyone fighting and arguing over the substance of nothing?
Jośe, can you see?
“We’ve got the only national anthem that mentions *ucking rockets and bombs in the *ucking thing. You know what I mean?”
George Carlin
Pavlovian Patriotism
Sardonic Symbolism
Musical Machinations
Corrupted Control
Individuality Irreverence
Cardio Concealing
Cranium Revealing
Obnoxious Optics
Sanity Screaming
Is this the best we can aspire to?
In a country where an alleged majority, characterizes itself as followers of the “Prince of Peace”.
Perhaps, we are in a collective holding pattern. On the cosmelogical tarmac, knowing that as soon we realize we are the captain, responsible for ourselves and fellow space travellers as well, we can get moving again.
“I hate patriotism, I can’t stand it man, it makes me *ucking sick! It’s a round world the last time I checked, okay?
Y’know what I mean? In fact, that’s how we can stop patriotism, I think. Instead of putting stars and stripes on our flags, we should put pictures of our parents *ucking!”
Bill Hicks
That is how we got here. Has nothing to do with which part of the planet we landed on, more so, as to which set of taught beliefs a person is indoctrinated with.
I thought the ending of seperating ourselves was supposed to have happened when the first photograph from space took a picture of this planet and Gaia consciousness made a paradigm shift amongst it’s inhabitants. Guess not.
The “optics” of it “lies” in the near 100% probability that if someone watching a sports event at home on tv, does not remove their headgear, be quiet, and place their hand over their heart, while the Star Spangled Banner is playing.
Rather, drinking, burping and farting, waiting to critique the singer for any unpatriotic mistakes to be made.
“Optics” being the word I keep hearing lately in the context of what people do for “appearances” instead of anything substantial.
Makes it quite the monkey see monkey do scenario. I get it, I’m guilty to, I stand like all the other primates, yet instead of mumbling and mouthing the words, I keep wondering when this medieval behavior is going to stop for our collective benefit.
Besides, when it is played at every event, sporting or otherwise it loses its meaning, as having any significance to rouse patriotic fervor. Like the birthday song, once it’s over, you forgot you sang it.
“If it didn’t exist, would you invent (create) it?”
Doug Stanhope
Like the horse and buggy, it served a desired purpose till something better replaced it. (If, in “fact” automobiles were a “better” replacement.) At least, it wasn’t a clinging to the past.
The unfortunate irony is that if some edict is passed down to the masses and points out the ridiculousness to stop, and people do, that will be as Pavlovian as continuing.
This rant was inspired after attending my grandson’s wrestling tournament where, if you missed the announcement to stand, take off your hat and face the flag, as soon as those first notes were played, like Pavlov’s dog everyone was raring to go.
Oh, say, can you see,
By the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched,
Were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare,
The bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave
Basically saying that a flag was put up at night, and in the morning it happened to still be there being watched from a protective bunker, while explosives from who knows whose side were going off, illuminating it.
I just don’t know what that has to do as an ongoing intro to a sporting event.
At this point, being brave would seem to be getting out from behind the illuminations of our distracting tele-screens. Getting out of the house and saying hi to our neighbors.
Braver still, would be to travel to other countries, find some bipedal earthlings the government tells us are our enemies.
Say hello, shake their hand, realize they are fellow space travelers, with parents, maybe with children. Have concerns and worries for their future, might speak a different language, hold different beliefs, still human though.
Not me, I’m going to stay hunkered down behind the rampart of my keyboard and continue to make these ouroboros observations.
Not one to lodge a complaint with out proposing a solution, maybe it is the birthday song they could play instead.
With that many people there it is bound to be somebody’s birthday and it would be really special if lots of strangers helped celebrate.
Or as a National or Personal Anthem
Could use the intro and outro from Iron Maiden’s “Revelation”.
“Oh God of earth and alter,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride”
GK Chesterton
“Bind us all together
Ablaze with Hope and Free,
No storm or heavy weather
Will rock the boat, you’ll see
The time has come to close
Your eyes
And still the wind and rain,
For the one who will be King
Is the Watcher in the Ring
It is you,
It is you.
Iron Maiden’s “Revelation”
Or perhaps
Muse’s “Uprising”
To get the blood pumping before sitting on uncomfortable seats for 3 plus hours.
“Uprising”
Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume
They’ll try to push drugs (tv)
that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that we will never see
the truth around
(so come on)
Another promise, another seed
Another packaged lie
to keep us trapped in greed
And all the green belts
wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape
to keep the truth confined
(so come on)
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
(so come on)
Interchanging mind control
Come, let the revolution take its toll
If you could flick the switch
and open your third eye
You’d see that we should never
be afraid to die
(so come on)
Rise up and take the power back
It’s time the fat cats had a heart attack
You know that their time’s coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend
(so come on)
At best, everything we know is based on nothing.
At worst, everything we know is based on a lie.
Why?
“We made the whole *ucking thing up.”
“My, aren’t we versatile.”
George Carlin
(In the context of the death penalty, and the sanctity of life.)
However, that seems to apply to every thing else.
Why?
“We made the whole *ucking thing up.”
Numbers, figures, time, clocks, calendars, “deadlines” money, value, weight, scales, profit, greed, scores, savings, debt, plenty, amounts, scarcity, totals, measurements, heights, depths, degrees, statistics, odds, lotteries, percentages, graphs, age, calculators, leverage, hedging, increases, decreases, decimals, fractions, infinity, calculations, power.
Letters, words, languages, definitions, translations, paper, books, god, lesser gods, omnipotent gods, manipulation, deception, religion, beliefs, control, truths, love, anger, hate, hierarchy, labels, importance, logic, reason, fairness, freedom, proof, concealment, laws, enforcement, justice, injustice, cruelty, torture, tools, weapons, prisons, power.
“Our problems are man-made, therefore they may be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is.”
John F. Kennedy
Reality from
Non reality
Truth from
Un-Truth’s
The veil
Is getting
Thicker
Instead of
Thinner
The detractors
Are distracting
Us, from
Our distractions
Slight of hand
As well as
Slight of dialogue
Slighting our psyche
Are we the frog
In the pot
Enjoying the warmth
Even though
Our awareness
Knows the heat
Is turned high
Does comfortable
Demise feel
Better, because
It’s comfortable?
Oops,
Kindly dystopian
Perhaps though,
On an optimistic note
Since we are
All one
Our awareness
Is changing
Gearing up
For a
Paradigm shift
Not knowing
The outcome
But filled with
Excitement and
Nervous apprehension
Keep your
Hands and feet
Inside the car
And hang on
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are.
The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while.
Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?”
And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.”
And we … kill those people. “Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family.
This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok …
But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money.
Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.
Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”
Bill Hicks
On
The surface of a void
Or
An abyss
At best it is either
Whim or will
At a moments notice
Or the protracted form
Of a lifetime
In the parentheses
Of infinity
Declarative phrases
Fall on deaf ears
Are viewed by eyes
To blind to see
Perused behaviors
Emit glaring hypocrisies
Driving to the Dakotas
To protest the pipeline
Feeds the pipeline
Killing a doctor
To save a fetus
Is black irony
Vegans walking to
Farmers markets
Trips in leather shoes
What is stood for
Collapses under
It’s own weight
As an accurate metaphor
Rearing its ugly head
In a polished two way mirror
Seen for what it is
An illusion
Reflecting on itself
Knowing its
Moral
Grounds
Into fine dust
Till it blows away
“Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me?
This supermarket life…. is getting long.
//
“He latches on to that symbol
Of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling”
Roger Waters “Amused To Death”
Trying to add value to my perceived valuelessness. Need to retrain my brain, and jump start my heart.
It’s all my fault, I take full responsibility. Not exactly a fun place to be, yet, when my perception tells me of the meme, that I create my own reality, there is no one else to blame.
Mindless consumption drives me crazy, yet I’m sure I buy more than necessary.
Plus, if everyone quit buying shit, I’d be out of a job, not delivering consumables.
Then wherein would lie my personal responsibility for taking care of my family? Damn, those catch 22’s.
I’m all for peace, yet I know my taxes and fuel purchases feed the war machine.
My only conceivable, (there’s irony) silent but 100% effective protest was to not create a consumer.
“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?”
John Trudell “Graffiti Man”
Advocating Anarchy
Suggests Control
Negating Anarchy
Someone wearing a t shirt with an anarchy symbol on it is not only not a non conformist but an unpaid corporate shill pumping profits into the t – shirt company.
Making sure that illusionary concepts, are easily purchased distractions from a sane and peaceful, loving, knowing of our true selves.
One, with true enlightenment wouldn’t even heed the concept of anarchy.
Strangled Passions
Abide in Confusion
Unrighteous Anger
Others Directed
Meant for Self
Solutions Perceived
Administration Impossible
Constantly Contrary
Long past Suicide
Logical Conclusions
Concluded Illogic
Perfection Striving
Diamonds Crushed
Karma’s Karma
Failure Succeeded
Capacity Exceeded
Repetition Needed
Clean Slate
Began Irate
Lesson Fate
Lessen Self Hate
Looking at the world through a windshield. 