In large part
What we are
Told to believe
Because if
We never
We would know
What we know
Which is that
We are all one
Consciousness
Which is evident
With or without evidence
However
Beliefs are tricky
They are not formed
In a vacuum
Rather transferred
Via long or short
Indoctrinations
Usually by someone
You trust
Without having
Any credentials
To regurgitate
Similar information
Passed down to them
And nary the intellect
To question the BS
“There is just enough bullshit to hold things together in this country.
Bullshit is the glue that binds us as a nation. Where would we be without our safe, familiar, American bullshit?
Land of the free, home of the brave, the American dream, all men are equal, justice is blind, the press is free, your vote counts, business is honest, the good guys win, the police are on your side, god is watching you, your standard of living will never decline… and everything is going to be just fine—
The official national bullshit story. I call it the American okie doke. Every one, every one of those items is provably untrue at one level or another, but we believe them because they’re pounded into our heads from the time we’re children.
That’s what they do with that kind of thing—pound it into the heads of kids, ‘cause they know the children are much too young to be able to muster an intellectual defense against a sophisticated idea like that, and they know that up to a certain age children believe everything their parents tell them.
And as a result, they never learn to question things. 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
Unfortunately
No amount of proof
Evidence and examples or
Metaphorical scenarios
Can upend an otherwise
Quirky or irrational belief
When the final defense is
“Well, that’s what I believe”
“Because your beliefs are just that, they are just how you were taught and raised. That doesn’t make them real.”
– Bill Hicks
“Now, believe is a word that I have a serious problem with, right, because it has a “Lie” in the middle.
“DNA” Descendant Now Ancestor
– John Trudell
“I don’t think they should be able to teach religion until you’re 18 years old. If none of your friends had ever heard about Christianity and you just found a Bible in a used book store, you’d jump right on that, wouldn’t you? ‘Oh, this sounds so logical, yes! The cave, and the ark, and — oh, yeah! Hey Donny, I think I found the meaning of life here. “
– Doug Stanhope
Where is the guidance in Ezekiel 23:20
“There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses.”
Or believe in the goodness of the Lord from Genesis 19:24
“Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah, from the Lord out of the heavens.”
Oh wait, let me guess….it is out of context. BS
“The whole image is that eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God’s infinite love.
That’s the message we’re brought up with, isn’t it?
Believe or die!
Thank you, forgiving (for giving) Lord, for all those options.”
– Bill Hicks
Here’s a kicker, some people believe that the earth is flat. To be fair, I don’t “know” that it is or isn’t. However, having jumped out of a perfectly good airplane, looking to the horizon could observe the curvature of the earth. But perhaps that is what I was told to look for, so with the “power” of suggestion, that is what I saw. All jokes aside, the flat earther’s could walk off the edge while looking for it.
“The Flat Earth Society announced it had members all over the globe.”
― Patricia Lockwood
“Living in this country, you’re bound to know, every time you’re exposed to advertising, you realize once again that America’s leading industry, America’s most profitable business is still the manufacture, packaging, distribution and marketing of bullshit.
High-quality, grade-A, prime-cut, pure, American bullshit. And the sad part is, is that most people seem to have been indoctrinated to believe that bullshit only comes from certain places, certain sources: advertising, politics, salesmen. Not true, bullshit is everywhere.
Bullshit is rampant. Parents are full of shit, teachers are full of shit, clergymen are full of shit, and law enforcement people are full of shit. This entire country is completely full of shit, and always has been. From the Declaration of Independence to the Constitution to the Star-Spangled Banner, it’s still nothing more than one big steaming pile of red, white and blue all-American bullshit.”
– George Carlin
As for the notion
We are all one
Consciousness
Is not even
Something that
“Needs” to be believed
Rather examined
Empirically
Such that the oxygen
That we breathe
Was once the oxygen
A tree released
Cut down became
The dwelling in which
We reside
Where it might get
Remodeled and parts
End in a landfill
To decay back into soil
Which may eventually
Grow some food
To provide nourishment
For anyone to contemplate
That there is no need
To believe in anything
“It just is, and so are we, for a little while”
– George Carlin
“My solipsistic worldview
Doesn’t allow me to see
What may be real reality.”
– Angelo Devlin
Will ever be made
About groups of people
Working in secret
To develop a device
That turns swords
Into plowshares
Whereas Oppenheimer
Gets a full three hours
To the making of
An explosive device
So deadly, it will
Murder* thousands
Of people in an instant
Carried out by civilians
In three different cities
Oak Ridge, Tennessee
Hanford, Washington
Los Alamos, New Mexico
Not knowing what
Each other was doing
But all “necessary”
In the Manhattan Project
* Murder sounds more accurate than kill. Oddly, more human, since it involves humans. Whereas one might kill a fly or a mosquito, with little regard for any moral implications.
Unfortunately, too, the public is given the soft sell as the “dead” were counted. Like making a list of discarded inventory from the human grocery store. As societies continues to wash the blood from their hands with the language that gets used.
The other underlying hypocrisy is that the atomic bomb saved more lives by stopping the war. Not sure how the bipedal earthling artists in Hiroshima and Nagasaki felt about that. They weren’t killed, they were burnt to a crisp beyond recognition instantaneously, while the survivors died a slow, painful, cancerous murder.
You know what saves more lives than dropping an atomic bomb? Not dropping an atomic bomb or any conventional ones. But, the powers that be doublespeak to the bourgeoisie and proletariat into believing murdering fellow bipedal earthling artists is okay.
Why?
Because, people need to work to feed their family, making things to murder others, all over the planet by others making similar devices disguised as defense. Yet, if no one was using these to defend, they would not be used to attack.
“Abolished: By the National Security Act of 1947 (61 Stat. 495), July 26, 1947, which abolished the War Department and replaced it with a Department of the Army in the National Military Establishment, later the Department of Defense.”
– archives.gov
Nothing like going to sleep under a nice warm euphemism blanket to help everyone sleep better at night.
“The United States led the ranking of countries with highest military spending in 2022, with 877 billion U.S. dollars dedicated to the military.”
– statista.com
What if, once it is considered that essentially most of the weapons won’t get used, and that merely building them is just a Socialist program. Where workers are on the public dole churning out widgets for the sake of churning out widgets and illusionary productivity, to greedy soulless corporations making gross profits.
Couldn’t that same money be spent on affordable housing, superb access to health care and real education, learning to think, question to create solutions and not some indoctrination lessons to maintain all status quo?
“The Doomsday Clock is a symbol that represents how close we are to destroying the world with dangerous technologies of our own making. It warns how many metaphorical “minutes to midnight” humanity has left. Set every year by the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, it is intended to warn the public and inspire action.”
– news.uchicago.edu
“2 Minutes To Midnight”
“Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don’t need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here’s my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The blind men shout, “Let the creatures out!
We’ll show the unbelievers”
Napalm screams of human flames
For a prime-time Belsen feast, yeah
As the reasons for the carnage cut
Their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine
And feed it with our babies
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The body bags and little rags
Of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain
To put the finger right on you
As the mad men play on words
And make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions
To make a better kind of gun
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It’s all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It’s all night
Midnight, all night”
– Iron Maiden
We are down to 90 seconds, hmmmmm.
“Blood On The World’s Hands”
“Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but…
When you can see it happening
The madness that’s all around you
Nobody seems to worry
The world seems so powerless to act…
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings…
One day another killing
Somewhere there’s someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile there’s someone
Laughing at us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire
They say things are getting better
No need to be complacent
There’s chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
It’s our epitaph
It’s out of control
Someone should know
Blood on the world’s hands
Someone Should”
– Iron Maiden
“Civil War”
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they’ve always done before
Look at the hate we’re breeding
Look at the fear we’re feeding
Look at the lives we’re leading
The way we’ve always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can’t deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D’you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said “peace could last forever”
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can’t trust freedom
When it’s not in your hands
When everybody’s fightin’
For their promised land
And
I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
I don’t need your civil war
Ow, oh no, no, no, no, no
Look at the shoes you’re filling
Look at the blood we’re spilling
Look at the world we’re killing
The way we’ve always done before
Look in the doubt we’ve wallowed
Look at the leaders we’ve followed
Look at the lies we’ve swallowed
And I don’t want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I’ve seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
‘Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
I don’t need your civil war
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I don’t need your civil war
I don’t need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
I don’t need your civil war
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no
I don’t need one more war
I don’t need one more war
No, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no
Whaz so civil ’bout war anyway?”
– Guns And Roses
“War Pigs”
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death’s construction
In the fields, the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord, yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgement day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
Oh lord, yeah!
– Black Sabbath
“It’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A 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 that 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 many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”
– Bill Hicks
One more….., speaking of Oppenheimer
“Manhattan Project”
“Imagine a time when it all began
In the dying days of a war
A weapon that would settle the score
Whoever found it first would be sure to do their worst
They always had before…
Imagine a man where it all began
A scientist pacing the floor
In each nation, always eager to explore
To build the best big stick
To turn the winning trick
But this was something more…
[Chorus:]
The big bang took and shook the world
Shot down the rising sun
The end was begun and it hit everyone
When the chain reaction was done
The big shots tried to hold it back
Fools tried to wish it away
The hopeful depend on a world without end
Whatever the hopeless may say
Imagine a place where it all began
Gathered from across the land
To work in the secrecy of the desert sand
All of the brightest boys
To play with the biggest toys
More than they bargained for…
[Chorus]
Imagine a man when it all began
The pilot of ‘Enola Gay’
Flying out of the shockwave on that August day
All the powers that be, and the course of history
Would be changed forevermore”
– Rush
From your brain and
Out of your mouth
To other ears or yours
Or inside your cranium
They are invisible, yet
Words are all powerful
They can start anything
Or be the last word
Period. End of sentence.
Which gives reason for pause
Yet only temporary silence
Meanwhile words
Go on infinitely forever
Which means words
Exist all ways always
Besides
There is no doubt
That words exist
For one can hear, see
Write and speak words
That surface from
The sublime ether
In a cosmic sea
Of near nothingness
To the concrete
Abstraction of thought
Inasmuch as reality is
Made manifest by words
As defined, words are
Like God
Their interpretation
Is subjective
And mean something
Different to each perceiver
God can be found
Most predominantly in
The holiest of all books
Best known as the dictionary
Where hope and inspiration
Can be found along with
Love, laughter and truth
Kindness and forgiveness
There is no such thing
As a wordless thought
Silence is always broken
By the word silence
Words, like God are neutral
In and of themselves
Hate and love are nouns
As a thing or an idea
It isn’t until a pronoun
Is added to cause good or harm
In other words…..people
They hate, we love
When supposedly
The commandment is to
“Love the neighbor”
– Matthew 19 / 22
What good will it do
If love is clear
But neighbor is
Vague and subjective
Or at best convenient
If they stay in their house
“In the beginning the Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
The Bible
The chef is a bad cook
And the second batch
Isn’t any better than
The first batch
But vowed he wouldn’t
Pour it down the drain
After setting up
A rainbow reminder
Which can be recreated
With a thumb and garden hose
On a sunny day formed
By a mist of water droplets
“I learned that shit in 5th grade,”
– George Carlin
According to the Bible
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.”
– Genesis 1:1
According to the Bible
Which is a very suspect phrase
That garners a lot of indoctrinated weight
On Society’s subjectivity
Of how everyone and everything got here
WHY?
Because people like…….stories
Helps them relate to an otherwise chaos
Of an infinite infinity that has no beginning
“Can you deal with that?” – George Carlin
I can, makes more sense to me
That everything is, is, it just merely changes shape
That and it simply goes on forever, forever
Science isn’t any better from a different direction
That everything is is
According to…….. the “BIG BANG”
WHY?
Because people like…….stories
Helps them relate to an otherwise chaos
Of an infinite infinity that has no beginning
According to…….. the “BIG BANG”
Which defies all logic and reason plus science
The “BIG BANG” is more usable as a verbal or literary tic
That won’t go away and yet is used as “proof”
Even as the James Webb telescope
Peers deeper into the cosmos
Yet, can’t seem to find the “end” of the universe
The big bang still gets referenced as
An elusive illusionary source (that doesn’t exist)
To determine the age of all existence
WHY?
Because people like stories
According to…….. George Lucas
“A long time ago
In a galaxy far far away
“It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire.”
WHY?
Because people like stories
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Hope you enjoyed this sorta short story
Of reality
Is the absolute inability
To decipher if it is
Objective or solipsistic
Purported proof is
Subjective regardless
Of its perceived source
Everything could be a test
But the teacher
Has left the classroom
Leaving humanity alone
To make up
Their own answers
Whether or not
Stark means either
Robust or desolate
Or both
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
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Science and politics
Out of the picture
One can get
A different view
Of the environment as
The earth our home is
Our cosmic convertible
Top down wind in our hair
Racing through space
As Gaia
• : the hypothesis that the living and nonliving components of earth function as a single system in such a way that the living component regulates and maintains conditions (such as the temperature of the ocean or composition of the atmosphere) so as to be suitable for life
also : this system regarded as a single organism
– M-W.com
Consider that if no humans were on the planet, it goes through phases regardless of us being here. It has been around or what we have been told for around 4.5 billion years. Give or take 50 million years. It takes 230 million years just to circumvent the Milky Way.
Which is quite a while, yet hardly relatable in the scope of time, compared with our time on it. If the amount of “time” was / is 500 years, it would not be any more comprehensible. I’ve only been the sun some 50 years plus. Give or take, makes me……. Jack Benny’s age…..39.
“The earliest evidence of Homo sapiens (that’s us) comes from fossils dated to just over 300,000 years ago excavated from a cave in Morocco. The bones of at least five people were found alongside tools, gazelle bones, and lumps of charcoal.”
– theguardian.com
Instead, the din of screams that shout out we must save the environment, quell the voices that suggest we ought all get along and enjoy the ride on our magnificent spaceship and appreciate what is essentially our non existent time spent on it.
There is nothing we can do. Therefore, the environment is basically the latest bogeyman in a string of distraction bogeyman hidden under our mind bed to be fearful of. To keep the masses fighting and dying amongst themselves while someone goes to the bank.
While we puppet ourselves, on a Shakespearian world stage, pulled by invisible strings, better known as the economy. What we eat, where we live, and worst of all, how we treat other people. All those “others” riding in the same insane convertible.
The un-pinpoint-able bogeyman just gets a name change. Previous to the environment, it was “terrorism” or “communism.” Anything vague, portions of the collective can wiggle their finger at to eliminate or protect or protect themselves from does the trick.
“The Planet Is Fine”
“We’re so self-important, so self-important. Everybody’s gonna save something now: “Save the trees! Save the bees! Save the whales! Save those snails!” and the greatest arrogance of all:
“Save the planet!”
What?!
Are these fucking people kidding me?!
Save the planet?!
We don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet!
We haven’t learned how to care for one another and we’re gonna save the fucking planet?! I’m getting tired of that shit! I’m getting tired of that shit! I’m tired of fucking Earth Day! I’m tired of these self-righteous environmentalists; these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is there aren’t enough bicycle paths! People trying to make the world safe for their Volvo’s!
Besides, environmentalists don’t give a shit about the planet. They don’t care about the planet; not in the abstract they don’t. You know what they’re interested in? A clean place to live; their own habitat. They’re worried that someday in the future, they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn’t impress me.
Besides, there is nothing wrong with the planet… nothing wrong with the planet. The planet is fine… the people are fucked! Difference! The planet is fine! Compared to the people, THE PLANET IS DOING GREAT: Been here four and a half billion years! Do you ever think about the arithmetic? The planet has been here four and a half billion years, we’ve been here what? 100,000? Maybe 200,000?
And we’ve only been engaged in heavy industry for a little over 200 years. 200 years versus four and a half billion and we have the conceit to think that somehow, we’re a threat? That somehow, we’re going to put in jeopardy this beautiful little blue-green ball that’s just a-floatin’ around the sun?
The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through all kinds of things worse than us: been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drifts, solar flares, sunspots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles, hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors, worldwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages, and we think…………. some plastic bags and aluminum cans, are going to make a difference?
The planet isn’t going anywhere… we are! We’re going away! Pack your shit folks! We’re going away and we won’t leave much of a trace either, thank God for that… maybe a little styrofoam… maybe… little styrofoam. The planet will be here, we’ll be long gone; just another failed mutation; just another closed-end biological mistake; an evolutionary cul-de-sac.
The planet will shake us off like a bad case of fleas, a surface nuisance.
You wanna know how the planet’s doing? Ask those people in Pompeii who are frozen into position from volcanic ash how the planet’s doing. Wanna know if the planet’s all right? Ask those people in Mexico City or Armenia or a hundred other places buried under thousands of tons of earthquake rubble if they feel like a threat to the planet this week. How about those people in Kilauea, Hawaii who build their homes right next to an active volcano and then wonder why they have lava in the living room?
The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm:
The Earth plus Plastic. The Earth doesn’t share our prejudice towards plastic. Plastic came out of the Earth! The Earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the Earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place: it wanted plastic for itself, didn’t know how to make it, needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old philosophical question:
“Why are we here?”
PLASTIC!!!……….. ASSHOLES!!!
So the plastic is here, our job is done, we can be phased out now, and I think that’s really started already, don’t you? I mean, to be fair, the planet probably sees us as a mild threat; something to be dealt with, and I’m sure the planet will defend itself in the manner of a large organism. Like a beehive or an ant colony can muster a defence, I’m sure the planet will think of something. What would you do if you were the planet trying to defend against this pesky, troublesome species?
Let’s see… what might… hmm… viruses! Viruses might be good. They seem vulnerable to viruses. And uh… viruses are tricky; always mutating and forming new strains whenever a vaccine is developed. Perhaps this first virus could be one that-that compromises the immune system of these creatures. Perhaps a human immunodeficiency virus making them vulnerable to all sorts of other diseases and infections that might come along and maybe it could be spread sexually, making them a little reluctant to engage in the act of reproduction.
Well that’s a poetic note and it’s a start and I can dream can I? See, I don’t worry about the little things… bees, trees, whales, snails.
I think we’re part of a greater wisdom that we won’t ever understand, a higher order. Call it what you want. You know what I call it? The big electron… the big electron. [Imitates electronic hum] It doesn’t punish, it doesn’t reward, it doesn’t judge at all. It just is and so are we… for a little while…
“Take care of yourself and take care of somebody else.”
– George Carlin
“My trip to space was supposed to be a celebration; instead, it felt like a funeral,” he wrote, “It was among the strongest feelings of grief I have ever encountered. The contrast between the vicious coldness of space and the warm nurturing of Earth below filled me with overwhelming sadness.”
“Everything I had thought was wrong. Everything I had expected to see was wrong, I had a different experience, because I discovered that the beauty isn’t out there, it’s down here, with all of us. Leaving that behind made my connection to our tiny planet even more profound.”
“When I looked … into space, there was no mystery, no majestic awe to behold… all I saw was death.”
– William Shatner
Are bolstered not
By evidence or proof
Rather coincidences, plus
Circumstance and timing
In order to satiate
A fragile narcissistic ego
That one is doing something
When one is actually not
If one does a rain dance
Long enough
Eventually, it will rain
One will win once in a while
In a lottery or game of chance
Usually, a smaller amount
Than the fantasized gross
But you still have to buy a ticket
Having done something
In order to get paid
Movement and action
Are what gives satisfaction
“Just be who you are and work hard for a living, for that’s better than pretending to be important and starving to death.”
Proverbs 12:9 TPT
However, if you want
Something to happen
It’s best to pick up a shovel
Use your hands
At the end of your mind
Wishing and hoping
Will move as much dirt
As will a thimble
Emptying the ocean
“National Day of Prayer, F*** you. You think you’re doing something….. you’re not. You can sit at home and cry jinx and keep your fingers crossed too. It does as much good.
You want to pray, pray all day. Pray on your own time. You wanna help? Grab a shovel, and start digging there pinwheel, because it looks like your god, takes Tuesdays (September 11, 2001) off.”
– Doug Stanhope
“The Baby Boomers: whiny, narcissistic, self-indulgent people with a simple philosophy: “Gimme that! It’s mine!””
— George Carlin
That which is mine
Is not really mine
Merely a perception
Of a possession
To satiate a
Greedy obsession
How could I
Possibly own a thing
Person or place
When it was never
Mine to begin with
My my my, where does
Ownership come from
Must flow from
The river denial
As there is no source
That is stagnant
Enough to be held
Or held on to
Especially while
Spinning on an axis
Orbiting a star
Hurling through
The cosmos
Of empty space
In helical form
While constantly
Coagulating into
A “constant”
Mass of protons
Neutrons and electrons
Into a sentient being
That has a perceived
Projection of ego
Subjectively that
It “owns” something
Houses
Cars
Spouses
Children
Money
Objects
Ideas
All preceded by my
Does not make them yours
When you “go”
You will not be able
To take them with you
All of which are as
Temporary as yourself
Though it is trapped
In the language we use
Suggesting illusionary
Ownership
Strange to be
Possessed by an idea
That something
Could be
Mine
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Are not the problem
The language surrounding guns
Is the majority of the problem
It is too easy to get tangled
Up in the flag with words like
Rights to defend and protect
Well, of course, that sounds noble
No one wants to take that away
It is in the “original” document
Oh wait….. after it was amended
In the second of ten immediate fixes
Plus, seventeen more over time
Only three are commonly known
First about speech, second about arms
Fifth about keeping one’s mouth shut
Anyway, all the language is vague
What does the right to bear arms really mean?
• The right to bear arms generally refers to a person’s right to possess weapons. Over the years, the Supreme Court has interpreted the Constitution’s right to bear arms as an individual self-defense right, making it very difficult for Congress to regulate guns.
https://constitution.findlaw.com/
Unfortunately, the amendment has devolved into the right to murder whoever one wants, simply because they purchased a gun “legally.”
Legal or illegal, bipedal earthling artists are dead as a result.
Ooopsie.
That and keep people divided, not between Republicans and Democrats, liberals and conservatives, blue states and red states, rather between the living and the dead, above the ground or below the ground, survivor or martyr.
In the interest of transparency for the collective to consider is keeping the amendment, just altering its cliche mantra of a “right” to bear arms, to the “right” to freely murder.
That is what is being protected. The “right” to kill, injur, slaughter, maim, etc. It would close the gap between that dichotomous divide between doublethink and doublespeak to clearly communicate what society wants. An individual’s right to murder.
And why not? The government has the right to murder eliminate enemy and non enemy non combatants. De-populate an area and neutralize people. Administer lethal injection or detrimental voltage. All at the expense of taxpayers and evolution.
So much for being Pro-life. Ooopsie.
Besides, if one is not doing it for attention or suicide by cop. There is a 50 / 50 chance of not getting caught. Those are Las Vegas roulette odds of landing on red (blood on the hands) sorta getting away with it, or black (dried blood on the hands) getting caught.
In Germany, it is only a 10% chance. Chicago has a 70% odds in favor of never. Let me repeat that of never getting caught.
Think of the commerce it would free up, just by changing the language from euphemism to clearly accurate. People could buy flamethrowers, rocket launchers, grenades, etc, all in the name of their second amendment right to murder. Which has nothing to do with “self-defense.” Plus, it would add more jobs to the economy. One that would need more casket makers, grave diggers, and florists.
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
“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
“Jeremy”
“At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
And the dead lay
In pools of maroon below
Daddy didn’t give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn’t care
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Clearly I remember
Pickin’ on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recess lady’s breast
How could I forget
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Oh, like the day I heard
Daddy didn’t give affection, no!
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn’t wear
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Try to forget this (try to forget this)
Try to erase this (try to erase this)
From the blackboard
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in class today
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)”
– Pearl Jam
Ninety one (91) Indictments
Of alleged criminal behavior
Burning the rule of law in its wake
In a multi-tiered corrupt
(Money on the scale, a fallen blindfold that is strangling Lady Justice, raping* for amusement “Criminal” Justice System)
* raping : “an outrageous violation”
– M-W.com
There is an inordinate amount
Of willful ignorance to even recognize
That there is a fire or Firestarter
Veiled behind a wanton megalomaniac
With so much hyperbolic distraction
Nillionaires are willing to send monies
To an alleged billionaire for his legal defense
Upwards of 20 million dollars lately
Utilizing the latest indictment as a primer
To legally grift money from poor people
“Stopping tRump is a short-term solution.
The long-term solution, and it will be more difficult, is fixing the educational system that has created so many people ignorant enough to vote for tRump.”
– Andy Borowitz
Are 45’s followers so
Bereft of shame that
They buy into the hollow
Shell of celebrity as
Their savior of self
Whose only success is
Getting others to pay his bills
Or not pay at all
“I loves the poorly educated, I do well with the poorly educated.”
– Donald Trump
“Of course, he loves the poorly educated, and of course, he does well with the poorly educated.
How else do you explain, how a bragging narcissistic pathological billionaire, who is constantly telling you how much money he has, just throwing it in your face, ostentatious, I’m a billionaire, I’m worth billions. I have billions of dollars.”
//
And how else do you explain how a guy, a billionaire, is able to get people who are suffering financially…to..give..him..money.
Of course, he loves the poorly educated, a smart person wouldn’t do that.”
– David Cross
After he openly mocks
Them for their poverty
Would never allow them
On his golf courses
Or in his house or car
When their houses or cars
Placarded with “support” signage
Is only a minimal improvement
To the run down dilapidated
Crumbling structure or rusty
Automobiles held loosely together
With bailing wire and duck tape
Who are unwilling to make
Themselves great in the first place
But instead are willing to wait
Hope and cross their fingers
That magically their lives
Will instantly improve if he can
Occupy the white house and
Help wealthy business people again
So he can flaunt his wealth
Even if by ill gotten gains
In the fervent hope
That people……… will like him
“Working people have been fucked over so long in this country, those are the kind of decisions they’re left to make.”
– George Carlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 