By means of
Production for
Consumption by
Deforestation or
Extraction of minerals
Distribution quick to
Exhaustion then
Depletion towards
Extinction so goes
Civilization home in
Rotation knowing
Salvation is in
Reduction not in
Exponentiation due to
Distraction by
Corporations in
Competition with no
Evaluation of the
Devastation to a
Population w/o
Imagination lost
Visualization of
Spiritualization
Keeping currency in
Circulation never
Hesitation only
Regurgitation no
Cessation……why?
Because it is in
Style to be in
Denial and never on
Trial for behavior so
Vile is happening all the
While with a smug
Smile banking on
Survival
All depends on
Who
Is doing the
Murdering
Like the Michael Angelo depiction
Of the hand of man reaching
To touch the hand of God
Which is always infinitely
Halfway there, never touching
So too is the struggle to
Grasp understanding of
The above oxymoron
Ethical Murder
It does not seem plausible since both words
Have wide ranging interpretations and uses
Ethics change based on circumstances as when
One might steal bread to feed their family
Which would be unethical unless the alternative is
That not acquiring the bread would cause starvation
And the death could be considered 4th degree murder
Right off the bat interpretations get kinda tricky
As in right now I am murdering the English language
And yet no words in this post have been harmed
Unfortunately we are all guilty
It is just a matter of degrees
Of complicity and complacency
All depends on how it is looked at
The collective does not seem to mind
When tax dollars are used in their name
To hire mercenaries paid to murder
Fellow human beings no threat to themselves
In the alleged name of freedom and democracy
Because………get this……..it feels patriotic
“People have bugged me in the States, people said:
“Hey, the war made us feel better about ourselves” “Really?” Who are these people with such low self-esteem, …they need a war to feel better about themselves?
I saw them on the news waving their flags. Can I recommend that instead of a war to feel better about yourselves, perhaps… …sit-ups, maybe a fruit-cup, six to eight glasses of water a day.
I’m not telling you how to live, I’m just recommending a perhaps better way to feel better about yourself. And we can avoid the conflagration, ha, ha, ha… Merely a suggestion. Take a tip?”
– Bill Hicks
“Nationalism does nothing but teach you to hate people you’ve never met.
All of a sudden you take pride in accomplishments you had no part in whatsoever. If you’re American you’ll go, ‘Fuck the French. If we hadn’t saved their asses in World War II, they’d be speaking German right now.’
And you go, ‘Oh, was that us?’ Was that me and you, Tommy? We saved the French? Jesus. I know I blacked out a little after that fourth shot of Jägermeister last night, but I don’t remember…
//
I don’t remember saving the French at all. I went through the last ten calls on my cell phone and there’s nothing from the French, looking for muscle on a project.
I checked my pants; there’s no mud stains on the knees from when we were garroting Krauts in the trenches at Verdun.
I think *we* didn’t do anything, but watch sports bloopers while we got hammered. I think *we* should shut the fuck up. It’s silly, all the stuff.
Tradition and heritage, it’s dead people’s baggage, quit carrying it.
Did you make it up?”
“No it was passed on to me”
“Pass it back”
– Doug Stanhope
Bravado, fear and self-esteem combined
To ignore our actual personal involvement
In the death of bipedal earthling artists
Because it is not technically ourselves
Murdering ourselves, it is us in disguise
Wearing camouflage, fatigues and helmets
In the alleged name of freedom and democracy
Or “protecting” “our” allies even though
Their behavior is as bad as the “enemies”
Which is ignored because it is now an
Us against them sickening scenario
How is it not completely glaringly obvious that
We are all on the same side / team / spaceship
To do everything we can to stop ethical murder
“Look at what we kill. Mosquitoes and flies, because they’re pests! Lions and tigers, because it’s fun!
Chickens and pigs, because we’re hungry. Pheasants and quail, because it’s fun, and we’re hungry.
And people! We kill people, because they’re pests… and it’s fun!
//
So at best, the sanctity of life is kind of a selective thing. We get to choose which forms of life we feel are sacred, and we get to kill the rest.
Pretty neat deal, huh? You know how we got it? We made the whole fucking thing up!
Made it up, the same way we made up the death penalty. We made them both up, the sanctity of life and the death penalty.
Aren’t we versatile?!”
– George Carlin
Exodus 20:13 “You shall not murder”
Ooopsie
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
With the help of Bill, Doug and George, I am trying to kill it.
Meows out of the throats of a
Nation of wild domesticated cats
Regarding the Sphere in Las Vegas
In a city where affordable housing
Is as much of an elusive fantasy as
Winning a million $ jackpot for a nickel
Or a million $’s for that matter
Still, every individual building
Is there to attract for a draw
Like a fresh field for hungry led sheep
The trouble with Vegas is that it is
A fantasy land of opulence
Excess, debauchery, and distraction
Where poor people are struggling
To make rich people richer
Do not get me wrong, the technology
Of lighting of the Sphere is impressive
Likewise, its indoor display as shown
From the maiden U2 concert is cool
It just does not deserve the kind
Of hyperbolic exaggerated fawning
That has many clamoring to see it
The sphere is alleged to cost
$ 2.3 billion dollars to build
I say allegedly because
In layman’s terms
That seems a “tad” high
To justify hype and ticket sales
I am neither an engineer
Nor Banker or bean counter
It is 366 feet tall, 516 feet wide
Holds 18,000 people
However, by comparison
The New York new WTC
is 1776 feet tall 200 feet wide
And can hold 130,000 people
It cost $3.6 billion to build
Yet, regardless of a true cost
It is out there repeatedly that
The lighted Las Vegas Sphere
Cost 2/3 as much as the WTC1
Accepting it like all the other big lies
Floating around regardless of proof
Logic, implausibility, or questions
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“Nobody questions things in this country anymore.
Nobody questions it—everybody is too fat and happy. Everybody’s got a cell phone that’ll make pancakes and rub their balls now— Way too fucking prosperous for our own good. Way too fucking prosperous,
Americans have been bought off and silenced by toys and gizmos. And no one learns to question things.”
– George Carlin
Opinion Chess
Using human pieces
On a desert board
With murderous
Deadly consequences
The hawk doves and
Dove hawks citing
( It is both sides, egging this on…..)
Precedence while
Inciting violence
In their quest
To become
Chess masters
Suffering delusions
Of winner permanency
Like Tic-tac-toe
In the movie War Games
It is not going to happen
But as long as they believe
Their “side” is righteous
All death is okay in that pursuit
How about no war death is acceptable
As all are spawns of Gaia consciousness
Bipedal earthling artists wearing different hats
On land that is borderless and connected to
All other land and water on a sphere that is whole
Experts, talking heads and pontificators
Rattling on like their opinion changes anything
Save perpetuating more violence and hatred
Which theoretically is despised but unavoidable
Indoctrinated and infiltrated in their mind like
Pretending to be owners of sports teams
That they have an artificial stake in the outcome
“I don’t mind about the war, it’s one of the things I like to watch, if it is a war going on. ‘Cause then I know then if our side is winning, if our side is losing.”
Roger Waters
See how “evil” they are, “they” are killing children
Must need respond in kind by using our “good” evil
To kill grown children so no more children will die
Our evil is more righteous than their evil
Ooopsie! ……. Can you follow that logic? For I can not.
Oh yeah!! “Conservatives want live babies…..
So they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”
– George Carlin
At this point, even the liberals want live babies
Otherwise there would be no war / game to watch
Death is exciting. What are the odds
Las Vegas is calculating the odds of the death count
Give or take the over / under on how many will be
Alive over the ground, or be buried under it
Not even if one switched the names of the “teams”
That they are rooting for will it be recognized that
It is all just a deadly and deceptive distraction to
Justify a “defense” budget always used for attack
To keep a dizzying deadly economy going
At all cost, all human cost, bottom line “cost”
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
You can hear people’s scars
Deeply imbedded emotional
Trauma of psychogenic wounds
Unintentionally revealing pain
Disguised as admiration for
Parents who used violence
To subdue free God spirits
At the will of tall monsters
Infect Stockholm syndrome
Volunteering that the belt
Hand or paddle made them the
“Good” person they are today
Unexamined and repeated
As if to convince themselves
Those silent scars are deserved
As proof they might be worthy
Not even daring to question
The many side effects of
Layered and invisible wounds
When, instead they might have
Had enlightened guides to
Nurture and foster divinity
Inherent in their very being
Of being an all-powerful God
Transcendent from an unknown
Unexplainable divine dimension
Trading acceptable behavior for
Conditional love and affection
Manifesting as crass conformity
In abject abysmal automatons
Products of petulant producers
Scared and scarred to death
Living to live and dying to die
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
“Childhood’s End”
“I’d sail across the ocean
I’d walk a hundred miles if
I could make it to the end
Oh, just to see a smile
You see it in their faces
The saddness in their tears
The desperation and the anger
Madness and the fear
No hope, no life, just pain and fear
No food, no love, just greed is here
//
You see the full moon float
You watch the red sunrise
We take these things for granted
But somewhere, someone’s dying
//
No hope, no life, just pain and fear
No food, no love, no seed
Childhood’s end.”
– Iron Maiden
Is it not about time
We find a way to
Start honoring people
Who are not celebrated
For killing other people
In the alleged name of freedom
Am quite sure the dead
Are no longer feeling free
But were in the close proximity
To resources in the vicinity*
Maybe if society honored teachers
Who teach to read, learn, and think
Were given special parking spaces
Brass statues of iconic wise masters
Month-long bogus shopping discounts
Library, school, and college dedications
Instead of highways, parks, and sports stadiums
A blanket blank check for all to cash
Even though some are not as effective as others
Made it fashionable to wear graduation caps
We might have more adults who are
More inclined to read, learn, and think
Than are prepared to shoot mame and kill
Plus it would be a self-fulfilling prophesy
To have more intelligent people teaching
More people to educate more and more people
Figuring clever ways for more affordable housing
Get more food to people who are hungering
Instead of more people killing more people
Or perhaps we could rename the day back to
Armistice day to honor the collective people
Who agreed that peace is more life-affirming
At least for a time, or maybe it was to pause so
All sides could restock and build worse weapons
“My solipsistic worldview
Does not allow me to see
What may be real reality.”
– Angelo Devlin
*
“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high-class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism.
I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in.
I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902-1912.
I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American Sugar Interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927, I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested.
Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.”
Smedley D. Butler,
“War is a Racket”:
The Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated Soldier
“Not too bright folks, not too… bright. But if you talk to one of them about this, if you isolate one of ’em, you sit them down rationally, and talk to them about the low IQs and the dumb behaviour and the bad decisions – right away they start talking about education.
That’s the big answer to everything. Education! They say,’We need more money for education. We need more books, more teachers, more classrooms, more schools. We need more testing for the kids!’ You say to ’em, ‘Well, you know, we’ve tried all of that, and the kids still can’t pass the tests!”, “Ah, don’t you worry about that, we’re gonna lower the passing grades!”
And that’s what they do in a lot of these schools now, they lower the passing grades so more kids can pass. More kids pass, the school looks good, everybody’s happy, the IQ of the country slips another two or three points, and pretty soon, all you’ll need to get into college is a… pencil! “Got a pencil? Get… in there, it’s physics!”
Then everyone wonders why 17 other countries graduate more scientists than we do.
“EDUCATION”. Politicians know that word – they USE it on you.
Politicians have traditionally hidden behind three things: the flag, the Bible, and children!
‘No child left behind'”
No child left behind. “.. Oh really? Well, it wasn’t long ago you were talking about giving kids a head start!
Head start… left behind?
Someone’s losing… ground here!”
– George Carlin
Maybe there would be more money for education if the primary purpose of everyone’s tax dollars did not feed the near Trillion dollar Military Industrial Complex budget. United States Education budget gets 1/10th that. Proving it is nine times more important to kill people than it is to educate them.
“But there’s a reason. There’s a reason. There’s a reason for this, there’s a reason education SUCKS, and it’s the same reason it will never, ever, EVER be fixed.
It’s never going to get any better, don’t look for it, be happy with what you’ve got.
Because the owners, the owners of this country don’t want that. I’m talking about the real owners now, the BIG owners! The Wealthy… the REAL owners! 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 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. Thats against their interests.
Thats 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 shitty jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they’re coming for your Social Security money. They want your 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 cause they own this fucking place! It’s a big club, and you ain’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 has 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 color shirt you have on. Good honest hard-working people continue, these are people of modest means, continue to elect these rich cock suckers who don’t give a fuck about you….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. Thats what the owners count on. The fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick thats being jammed up their assholes everyday, 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
Of a perceived and presented “truth”
Will entropy into a falsehood as “time”
Follows its one-way directional arrow
“I hold in my hand a cube of ice.”
Can only be that which everything is
A temporary or momentary truth
Before it does what it does. Melt
Nor will it skip a stage turning to steam
Or turn so cold you can’t hold it
Expand so large it becomes too heavy
Merely an inter exchange of molecules
Without any intent of deception
Just a chance for recognition that
What truth is, is…..if only for a moment
It’s kind of like those “world” record books
Constantly being updated annually as to
Who or what is the fastest, tallest, strongest
Strangest, longest, widest, hardest, tiniest
Will forever be revised and reissued with
Each subsequent challenge to the status quo
Natural, unnatural, or otherwise categorized
Given enough “time” that does not exist
Even the large pyramids of Giza will disappear
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
We will never break free from the chains of our own enslavement until we can lose our prejudices, shake off an adherence to any given deity, and unlock the meaning and mystery of gender roles. As in flowers, evolving due only to pistils and stamens.
Stop shackling ourselves against the cold wet wall of “-ocracies” and “isms” as the end all be all to happiness and peace.
As most have been made manifest through indoctrination via repetition. In other words, we know what we know, not because we know it, but rather what has been taught and learned. Repeated, regurgitated, re-recited. Unlearning our divinity in each subsequent reincarnation incarceration.
“When you’re stepping over a homeless guy on the sidewalk…
Does it ever occur to you to think…….
“Wow – maybe our system doesn’t work?!”
– Bill Hicks
Methinks we know more of our deathlessness and universal connection to infinity than one has “time” to contemplate, therefore remain in our comfy prison cell, under warden Ego. Being fed negligent nutrition, just enough to keep building more prisons, keeping our fellow inmates in line.
Peering through the bars of experience, locked in solid by memories of what was, and what could have been. Confined, starting with the wardenship of parents or “guardians.” Followed by teachers, monitored by authorities, owned by corporations, leased to the banks.
Instead, there was a time when ancestrally, one was freer than all get out, with a connection to earth as our birth mother, provider, and protector. Cycling and recycling experientially to appreciate being unchained.
Detrimentally devolving into automatons, turning over, each their own authority to invisible “creators” now beholden to made up rules. Followed by politicians and lenders.
“Here’s how it happened: About five thousand years ago, a bunch of religious and political hustlers got together to figure out how they could control people and keep them in line. They knew people were basically stupid and would believe anything they were told, so these guys announced that God— God personally—had given one of them a list of Ten Commandments that he wanted everyone to follow. They claimed the whole thing took place on a mountaintop, when no one else was around.”
– George Carlin
“Did you really think we want those laws observed?” said Dr. Ferris. “We want them to be broken. You’d better get it straight that it’s not a bunch of boy scouts you’re up against…
We’re after power, and we mean it… There’s no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals.
Well, when there aren’t enough criminals, one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws.
Who wants a nation of law-abiding citizens? What’s there in that for anyone?
But just pass the kind of laws that can neither be observed nor enforced or objectively interpreted – and you create a nation of law-breakers – and then you cash in on guilt.
Now that’s the system, Mr. Reardon, that’s the game, and once you understand it, you’ll be much easier to deal with.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
What if, in our infinite innateness, we quieted the outside noise and chaos to tune in to our own vibration in such a way that the chains would simply fall away. Long enough for others to see the chains gone too, recognize, that is our true nature to be one with the word. Infinity.
“My solipsistic worldview
Doesn’t allow me to see
What may be real reality.”
– Angelo Devlin
“Presto”
“If I could wave my magic wand…
I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rain
The evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what you’re doing tonight
If I could wave my magic wand
I’d make everything all right
I’m not one to believe in magic
But I sometimes have a second sight
I’m not one with a sense of proportion
When my heart still changes overnight
I had a dream of a winter garden
A midnight rendezvous
Silver, blue and frozen silence
What a fool I was for you
I had a dream of the open water
I was swimming away out to sea
So deep I could never touch bottom
What a fool I used to be
If I could wave my magic wand
I’d set everybody free
I’m not one to believe in magic
Though my memory has a second sight
I’m not one to go pointing my finger
When I radiate more heat than light
Don’t ask me
I’m just improvising
My illusion of careless flight
Can’t you see
My temperature’s rising
I radiate more heat than light
Don’t ask me
I’m just sympathizing
My illusions a harmless flight
Can’t you see
My temperature’s rising
I radiate more heat than light”
– Rush
“Crazy Horse”
We Hear what you say
One Earth, one Mother
One does not sell the Earth
The people walk upon
We are the land
How do we sell our Mother ?
How do we sell the stars ?
How do we sell the air ?
Crazy Horse
We hear what you say
Too many people
Standing their ground
Standing the wrong ground
Predators face he possessed a race
Possession a war that doesn’t end
Children of God
Feed on children of Earth
Days people don’t care for people
These days are the hardest
Material fields, material harvest
Decoration on chains that binds
Mirrors gold, the people lose their minds
Crazy Horse
We Hear what you say
One Earth, one Mother
One does not sell the Earth
The people walk upon
We are the land.
Today is now and then
Dream smokes touch the clouds
On a day when death didn’t die
Real world time tricks shadows lie
Red white perception deception
Predator tries civilising us
But the tribes will not go without return
Genetic light from the other side
A song from the heart our hearts to give
The wild days the glory days live
Crazy Horse
We Hear what you say
One Earth, one Mother
One does not sell the Earth
The people walk upon
We are the land
How do we sell our Mother
How do we sell the stars
How do we sell the air
Crazy Horse
We hear what you say
Crazy Horse
We hear what you say
We are the seventh generation
We are the seventh generation
– John Trudell
Might as well make this a “Three-for” Tuesday
“The Clansman”
Wake alone in the hills
With the wind in your face
It feels good to be proud
And be free and a race
That is part of a clan
And to live on highlands
And the air that you breathe
So pure and so clean
When alone on the hills
With the wind in your hair
With a longing to feel
Just to be free
Is it right to believe
In the need to be free
It’s a time when you die
And without asking why
Can’t you see what they do
They are grinding us down
They are taking our land
That belongs to the clans
Not alone with a dream
Just a want to be free
With a need to belong
I am the clansman
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
It’s a time wrought with fear
It’s a land wrought with change
Ancestors could hear
What is happening now
They would turn in their graves
They would all be ashamed
That the land of the free
Has been written in chains
And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then I’ll take what is mine
I am the clansman
And I swear to defend
And we’ll fight to the end
And I swear that I’ll never
Be taken alive
And I know that we’ll stand
And we’ll fight for our land
And I swear that my bairns
Will be born free
And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then I’ll take what I want
I am the clansman
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
[2x]
No, no we can’t let them take anymore
No we can’t let them take anymore
We’ve the land of the free
No, no we can’t let them take anymore
No we can’t let them take anymore
No we can’t let them take anymore
We’ve the land of the free
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Is it right to believe
In the need to be free
It’s a time when you die
And without asking why
Can’t you see what they do
They are grinding us down
They are taking our land
That belongs to the clans
Not alone with a dream
Just a want to be free
With a need to belong
I am the clansman
And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then I’ll take what is mine
I am the clansman
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then I’ll take what is mine
I am the clansman”
– Iron Maiden
The Clean Cycle
Wash
Rinse
Repeat
The News Cycle
Soil
Opine
Hook
Addict
Obfuscate
Deride
Innuendo
Project
Grind
Cater
Distort
Prejudice
Sway
Hyperbolize
Allude
Infer
Divide
Misinform
Whistle
Frighten
Profit
Repeat
Repeat
Often
“You don’t really need to find out
What’s going on
You don’t really want to know
Just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
//
We can do the Innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it’s said and done
We haven’t told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry. “
– Don Henly
The following is a complete editorialization of recent events in Maine of which has been gleaned from multiple media outlets.
With some relevant extras, thrown in for good measure.
Imagine that….
Where the government ownership
Of malleable military minds
Trains wanton murderers
To kill “targets” and “subjects”
That it wants “eradicated”
Such as sovereign citizens
Of “foreign” countries that live
Standing over cheap resources
Which transnational corporations
Want unfettered easy access to
“Everyone who joined the military, joined the military cause they kinda want to go kill other people. Right? And that’s good. That’s your instinct. Your instinct is your true God, follow it.
If you just want to fucking kill someone, there’s a place for it. Go to the military. As long as people who kinda want to go kill other people are going to kill other people who kinda wanna go to kill other people, you’re killing all the right people, and opening up all the best parking spaces.
– Doug Stanhope
Killing in the name
Not of democracy
Though that is the guise
But rather gross gross profits
It sends “public payed” mercenaries
“Our tax dollars at work…./ murder”
To “neutralize” aka kill
“Enemy” and “non enemy combatants”
Also known as civilians / “humans”
Which, being led by fear
Most of the public is okay with
By manufactured consent
That, that “bogeyman” is real
And must be “eliminated”
But when that individual
Floating around Maine
Let’s say, allegedly Robert Card
With no orders to follow
To kill as instructed
By his employer…..us
Starts to follow orders
From the bees in his beard
“Now?” he has to be stopped
Hmmm, but he was so well trained as a
“Weekend Warrior”
“The rebel of yesterday, tomorrow’s fool
Who are you kidding being that cool?
Trying to break away from running with the pack
But they ain’t listening so you’ve gotta go back
You’re a weekend warrior
When you’re one of the crowd
But it’s over
Just look at you now
Look at you now
Just look at you now
Just look at you now
You’re not so brave the way you behave
It makes you sick, gotta get out quick
It’s all bravado when you’re out with your mates
It’s like a different person goes through those gates
And the game begins
The adrenalin’s high
Feel the tension
Maybe someone will die
Someone will die
Someone will die
Maybe someone will die
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior, maybe you ain’t that way anymore
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior, maybe you ain’t that way anymore
You’ve gotta get out, gotta get away
But you’re in with a clique it’s not easy to stray
You’ve gotta admit you’re just living a lie
It didn’t take long to work out why
It’s hard to say why you got involved
Just wanting to be part
Just wanting to belong
To belong
To belong
To belong, yeah
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior, baby, you ain’t that way anymore
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior, maybe you ain’t that way anymore
Some of the things that you’ve done you feel so ashamed
After all it’s only a game, isn’t it?
And after all the adrenalin’s gone
What you gonna do on Monday?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
On Monday
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you were never like that at all”
– Iron Maiden
Imagine that
We trained him to do
What we now
Do not want him to do
We want our cake and
Want to eat it to
Not to worry, all the NRA nincompoops
The democratic do-nothings
And conservatives cowards
Will gleefully repeat
That the weapons used
Were purchased “legally”
As a justified distraction
To their lazy greedy inaction
Whew, legally purchased……aaahhhhhhhh
That adds such a layer of comfort
To the families burying their loved ones
Of the disfigured bloodied lifeless corpses
But the healing can begin….
Because, now they can add the word
“Strong” to the town of Lewiston
Like Columbine, Sandy Hook, Uvalde, Vegas, Parkland
Oh Hell, Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, Dallas, Waco
San Francisco, Birmingham, Philadelphia, Baltimore
Fort Worth, Dallas, Atlanta, Louisville, Nashville, etc
Strong, Strong, Strong, Strong, Strong, Strong, Strong
If every place is “Strong” it loses its meaning
Especially since all are too weak to demand that
Anything be done about the dichotomy of death
That it is perfectly legal for soldiers and “law” enforcement
To murder and kill armed and unarmed bipedal earthling artists
But “illegal” and immoral when they do it of their own volition
Was it not Moses who transcribed “Thou shalt not kill” after he killed an Egyptian, or was it before. Just asking.
“Ever wonder why we’re fucked up as a species?”
– Bill Hicks
“You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You’re good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You’re old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can’t abide change
You’re at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next”
“The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range”
– Roger Waters
It is just a little odd, that in a “supposedly” Christian nation, one would think they would honor daily the Prince of Peace, by being peaceful……..
Instead, it honors through rhetoric and daily deals veteran discounts. Celebrating with a whopping 10% off to anybody who has been part of an organization trained collectively to murder people. Or special non-handicapped parking, beer sales, appliance specials, furniture discounts, etc..
Society would be a lot freer if everyone was not looking over their shoulder to see if they are next in line in the cross hairs.
At least this most recent mass murder had that Charles Whitman inspired Harry Chapin song “Sniper” delay of death anticipation to it. Wonder if some one will cover that ten minute song with updated lyrics. I would, but mass shootings occur so often, the parodies would be a blur of death and circumstances.
“Sniper”
“It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.
He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,
The sound of the silence when no one was there.
I didn’t really know him.
He was kind of strange.
Always sort of sat there.
He never seemed to change.
He reached the catwalk. He put done his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
So much to do and so little time.
He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what it has shown him.
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found.
He was such a moody child, very hard to touch.
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no.
You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, I said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When I’m home.
When I’m home.
Take me home.
He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun,
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall.
He knew he would need them for his conversation.
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all.
He said Listen you people I’ve got a question
You won’t pay attention but I’ll ask anyhow.
I found a way that will get me an answer.
Been waiting to ask you ’till now.
Right now !
Am I?
I am a lover whose never been kissed.
Am I?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist.
Am I?
If I’m alive then there’s so much I’ve missed.
How do I know I exist?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Am I?
The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye.
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door.
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor.
He was kind of creepy,
Sort of a dunce.
I met him at the corner bar.
I only dated the poor boy once,
That’s all. Just once, that was all.
Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car.
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far.
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades.
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle.
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed.
He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise.
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy.
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls,
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls.
Thirty-seven people got his message so far.
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are.
They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers.
They had to go and get him, that much was clear.
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV’s.
In appropriately sober tone they asked “Who can it be?”
He was a very dull boy, very taciturn.
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn.
No no.No no.
They’re coming to get me, they don’t want to let me
Stay in the bright light too long.
It’s getting on noon now, it’s goin to be soon now.
But oh, what a wonderful sound!
Mama, won’t you nurse me?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness.
Mama, it’s getting worse for me.
Won’t you please make me warm and mindless?
Mama, yes you have cursed me.
I never will forgive you for your blindness.
I hate you!
The wires are all humming for me.
And I can hear them coming for me.
Soon they’ll be here, but there’s nothing to fear.
Not any more though they’ve blasted the door.
As the copter dropped the gas he shouted “Who cares?” .
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs.
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun,
With their final fusillade his answer had come.
Am I?
There is no way that you can hide me.
Am ?
Though you have put your fire inside me.
Am I ?
You’ve given me my answer can’t you see?
I was!
I am!
And now I will be
I will be”
– Harry Chapin
Imagine that…..
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 