Through the minefield
Of useless euphemisms
Not even treading lightly
Across the landscape of
Dastardly deadly deception
Ol’ Petey H wants to rename
The Defense Department
Back to the War Department
Oddly enough, I’m all for it
Not that I am looking for wars
But at least the collective
Can stop kidding itself
It kills people under
The guise of defense
Like some protection racket
For covetous corporations
Always on the offensive
Wasting time and resources
Creating a need “to defend”
By attacking the innocent patsy
Remember the Afghanistan distraction
Including building 7
The near body-less crash in Shanksville
Or the plane-less hole at the Pentagon
So we could go and attack Iraq
Think of the “lives” that could have been saved
If the disguised dictator George W
Had just announced, the US (which is we / us)
Is going to Iraq to slaughter innocent people
So that Haliburton’s Dick C’s could profit
Along with the Bush oil families
Via, not an actual declaration of war
(That would actually reveal the blood on our hands)
But rather, AUMF Authorization for Use of Military Force
Hmmmm, AU MF…… that’s Gold Mother F’rs.
How about SUHD Sanctioned Use of Human Decency
Oh yeah, no gross gross profits in that….
Ooopsie
Now, the DOW can just declare war
For the sake of declaring war
Think of the money to be saved from
All the posturing and distractions
It takes to convince people that
Their hard earned money is going
Straight to bloody bloodshed for
More weapons and casket purchases
“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
“What God Wants, part 1”
From “Amused To Death”
“We like war! We’re a war-like people! We like war because we’re good at it! You know why we’re good at it? Cause we get a lot of practice. This country’s only 200 years old, and already, we’ve had 10 major wars. We average a major war every 20 years in this country, so we’re good at it! And it’s a good thing we are; we’re not very good at anything else anymore! Huh? Can’t build a decent car, can’t make a TV set or a VCR worth a fuck, got no steel industry left, can’t educate our young people, can’t get health care to our old people, but we can bomb the shit out of your country all right! Huh? Especially if your country is full of brown people; oh, we like that, don’t we? That’s our hobby! That’s our new job in the world: bombing brown people. Iraq, Panama, Grenada, Libya, you got some brown people in your country, tell them to watch the fuck out or we’ll goddamn bomb them!
“Well when’s the last white people you can remember that we bombed? Can you remember the last white— can you remember ANY white people we’ve ever bombed?
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The Germans, those are the only ones and that’s only because they were trying to cut in on our action. They wanted to dominate the world! BULLSHIT! THAT’S OUR FUCKING JOB! !”
– George Carlin
So it is an odd step forward
While going backwards
“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Full lyrics help too
“The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range”
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
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They’re really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gained terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
– Roger Waters
To any question is….
“I don’t know.”
From there
Comes enlightenment
Not that, I don’t know
The right answer
But rather that
” I don’t know,”
Is the right answer
Let’s test it…
Q : Why do you work?
The answer is not
Because I need the money or
I like what I do or
I am helping others. It is
A: ” I don’t know.”
By saying I don’t know
Circumstantially forces one’s self
To ask better questions
Not so much to get to
The right answer
But perhaps a better one
Because the truth is
One does not know
Why they do
What they do
Here is a different angle (RA = Right Answer)
Q: Why do you breathe ?
A: Because I am alive / RA: ” I don’t know.”
Q: Why are you alive?
A: Because I was born / RA: ” I don’t know.”
Q: Why were you born
A: Ummm, irresponsible parents / RA: ” I don’t know.”
Q: Why irresponsible parents
A: ” I don’t know ” / RA: ” I don’t know.”
Now we are getting somewhere
How can you have been “born”
When everything that makes you up
Has always been, already here
It has merely changed structure
On a quantum molecular level such as
“Breathing” in O²
Exhaling C0²
Meanwhile, “You” didn’t do 💩
It is all an energy exchange
Which can all be broken down
To its component parts
Yet, it still does not explain
Why do you breathe ?
RA: ” I don’t know.”
Doubt and not knowing
Always bring me to a happy place
Because I can get lost
In infinite inquiry
Before returning to
This dense dimension
Never finding the right answer
While knowing the right answer
A: ” I don’t know.”
“I never wish to be right,
Only to be understood,
If you have questioned
Your beliefs. Then maybe,
I have done some good. “
– Angelo Devlin
Or rather
Compartment
Mentalizing
To survive heavy burdens
Of unpleasant ugly truths
In a complicit manner to
Move forward in ignorance
Of unchangeable things
Such as supporting a
Government of people
That has rules against
People killing people
While arming itself to
Intentionally kill people
Whom are found to be
Easily killed and justified
Via the most ridiculous
Of pretenses for profit
Under guises of democracy
Stuff we file away at our
Own collective peril because
The blinders are so comfortable
We can not see ourselves
In the subjective mirrors
But never mind that
For that is on a global scale
It is the stuff we file away
In the corners of our mind
Of our own consciousness
That is most disturbing
Things we brush aside
Because our narratives
Of malignant events
Are too overwhelming
To address poignantly
With peace and love for
Enlightened evolution
Still, the stuffed compartments
Do not go away but remain
Waiting forever to hopefully
Find their way into some
Orwellian memory hole
Flamed into ashes
Now floating in the ether
All the while, still wondering why
“The evil that men do lives on and on !….”
– Iron Maiden
Ooopsie
“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
On deaf eyes
Because no one
Wants to see
What they know
To be hearing
The voice within
Saying not only that
We are one
But rather all is one
Never beginning
Never ending
Just a whole
Infinite entirety
Impossible to be
Separate from itself
“God is the voice that says,
I am not here..”
Don DeLillo
The voice you can hear
Without any ears
That is only silent
While you are sleeping
Which begs the questions
Where do you go and
Who turned off the sound
One could dissolve
Into the ether from
Particles into waves
From matter to light
And back again in a
Planctonian nanosecond
And the only thing
That you can recall is
Emerging from slumber
To turn off an alarm
Prior to that, your
Previous existence is
Purely theoretical
Save an agreed to construct
Of the universal mind
So that you might
Experience experiences
For the sake of experience
Wherein lies is how
Reality falls
“The Grand Illusion”
“Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price,
get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly, your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.
But don’t be fooled by the radio
The TV or the magazines
They show you photographs
Of how your life should be
But they’re just someone else’s fantasy
So if you think your life is
Complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it’s a Grand illusion
And deep inside, we’re all the same.
We’re all the same…
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it’s a Grand illusion
And deep inside, we’re all the same.
We’re all the same…
America spells competition,
Join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon we’ll stop to ponder what on Earth’s this spell we’re under
We made the grade, and still, we wonder
Who the hell we are. “
– Styx
“When you’re born, you get a ticket to the freak show.
When you’re born in America……… you get a front row seat.”
– George Carlin
Does the legal principle
Innocent until proven guilty
Hold anybody hard and fast to
The virtue of alleged innocence
It is merely a vague declaration
To occupy the masses to soften
Their stance until an outcome
Has been verified by a citizen group
Not really qualified to decide
Save their own selfish agenda
Of an individualistic* egotistical perception
*(If it serves themselves,
it “must” serve others)
How deranged is that
There are just to many moving parts
To assume one’s innocence
Or….or…the same or similar citizen group
Could come up with a hard and fast
Solid justification of guilt and punishment
Which may be perceived as a deterrent
To stop anyone from replicating the “sin”
Fails to do so before the verdict is applied
“I’m tired of hearing about innocent victims. It’s fiction, If you live on this planet, you’re guilty, period, f*** you, next case, end of report. Your birth certificate is proof of guilt.”
George Carlin
Pseudo subtle and insane indoctrinations
Brought forth mostly by popular religions
To state right out of the gate, one is born in / of sin
Psalm 51:5 reads:
“Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me”
Romans 5:12 reads:
“Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned”
Ooopsie……WTF ….. I just got here
At least give me the illusion that
I have the clean slate I have
And, and that any “infraction”
Would receive that Jesusy thing
Also known as….forgiveness
You know, to evolve higher
Like Jesus
Oopsie.
“I don’t even understand the connection with ‘died for your sins’. He died for your sin. Well, how does one affect the other? ‘I hit myself in the foot with a shovel for your mortgage’…
– Doug Stanhope
Otherwise, life presupposes a lifetime
Of attempting to close Pandora’s box
When you didn’t open it in the first place
Talk about a Sisyphean punishment
Not to worry, if at first you don’t succeed
Don’t worry, you never ever ever will
Keep rolling Sisyphus, keep rolling
Ought not society better attempt to
Heal the individual wounds and psyche
So the collective has a more enlightened
Path forward, that all may learn and evolve
I’m just asking for eight billion
Of my fellow spacetravelers
Instead of all this fake made-up “justice”
That again does not ultimately serve
Our collective purposeful intention
To be enlightened divine beings
Capable of infinite love
Beyond space and time
“Just asking for eight billion
Of my fellow spacetravelers, “
– Angelo Devlin
Can never be one and the same
“Let’s just think about that for a moment.”
– Bill Hicks
Two people
Or
Eight Billion
May experience a sunset or sunrise
Yet no matter how close or timely
Either are experienced at locations
Every single individual has a different
Story they tell others or themselves
How can something so similar
Be so unique, deciphered divinely
Meanwhile, after aeons of alleged evolution
Both sunrise and sunset are misnomers
Even after most of the collective inhabitants
Of the “Pale Blue Dot” had it “dawn” on them
That the sun stays in a relatively fixed position
While hurling and burning through the cosmos
It neither “rises” or “sets” save for its
Heliocentric relative whereabouts that give
The illusion that it is going up and down
In a baby step towards experiencing reality
As it is and not using deceptive dialog to
Protend and pretend, it is different from what it is
I use the term mornglow for the former sunrise
Also eveglow as a replacement for sunset
Anyone coming aboard my crazy train?
Didn’t think so and I am okay with that.
So when someone tells you a story of their experience
It may not or obviously not be the same story you’d tell
If you found yourself experiencing the same thing
It is fun to keep that all in mind while hearing “news”
There is ultimately nothing factual about a story
Reported that can actually be concretely verified
To anyone’s satisfaction if it is not believed anyway
“The phantoms
Of our imagination
Are as real as the
Beliefs in our brain”
– Angelo Devlin
Stay there
It is a good
Place to be
Besides, surety
Is most often a
State of limbo
Be certain of
Not knowing
Then you will know
You are correct
Undoubtedly
At gedankenexperiments *
Even though I am the
Only one participating
Running through scenarios
Like the W.O.P.R computer
War Operation Plan Response
In the movie “War Games”
Cycling through tic-tac-toe or
Thermo Nuclear war outcomes
In fantastical, what if options
Then what next possibilities
In a neverending quest for truth
Everything changes with each
Addition and subtraction
Of good ideas gone awry or
Bad concepts resurrected
Still, the search continues
“Look For The Truth”
All my dark dreams drift like smoke in the breeze
The fear grips me as I fall towards my sleep
Here comes the nightmare that never ends
Here is the dream that makes monsters of men
In the house of my soul
In rooms of ugliness and cold
Memories locked away
All the doubts and fears I never faced
Now they come again
I am falling down to meet with them
Fears within us all
Mine awake, and they stand up tall
Look for the truth
Deepest cut of all from you
Knife of the truth
Blade of hatred slicing through
I pray my sleep will break
Maybe this time, I won’t wake
Weakness I hide so well
This dagger, in my mind, will tell
It’s my final stand
I make a fist out of each hand
To shadows of the past
Take a breath, and I scream, “Attack!”
Look for the truth
Deepest cut of all from you
Knife of the truth
Blade of hatred slicing through
Here is the truth
Deepest cut of all from you
Knife of the truth
Blade of hatred slicing through
– Iron Maiden
* I know thought experiment
States the same thing clearer, but
Gedankenexperiments sounds cooler
When the world
Needs them most
What happened
To Flash Mobs?
“I just think it is interesting to see how people act on their beliefs, you know what I mean. Because your beliefs are just that, they are just how you were taught and raised. That doesn’t make them real.”
– Bill Hicks
How you were taught and raised
How you were taught and raised…….
One believes not because
Something is believable
But rather that one
Chooses to believe it
Evidence be dammed
Overwhelming or nonexistent
Ironically, that which is…..
Believable……has…..proof
When considering a belief of “yours”
Stated from a position that
You wholeheartedly believe it
If you put it, using other words
Such as plausible perception
It begs to question its validity
I believe any belief could be
Verified or disregarded
Using that recontextualized
Presentation for questioning
Let’s say one says they believe
In heaven and hell
Usually, more heaven than hell
But if, instead, said
I have a plausible perception
Of heaven and hell
It might inspire questioning
Where that belief came from
Causing one to inquire of themselves
What are those vague concepts based on
You guessed it…. nothing / no thing
Save for it being in a book
(If a book was published about me
Stating that I am charming, smart,
Witty, good-looking, wealthy, and funny
Would be nice but would not make it so)
No matter how many times
Everybody read it
Reality would beg to differ
Especially if I wrote it
Save, contributing to my
Own narcissistic agenda
“It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion however satisfying and reassuring”
– Carl Sagan
Oopsie
“Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…. Aha-ah…
“Imagine”
– John Lennon
Because certainly there is zero proof
Save for a collective mind construct
That makes them non things that are “so”
After all, neither can have a fixed place
No thing, nothing has a fixed place
If it did, it wouldn’t be a thing
But rather, the singularity of an anomaly
Even more irrational than the Big Bang
Every thing, everything is moving
Either by the molecules themselves
Or their collective movement
Through the cosmos and beyond
In a highly technical, extremely loving
Virtual reality that is very real
Made up by what seems unreal
Since it is mostly empty space
Through waves and particles
Appearing solid when observed (particles)
Yet nonexistent when not (waves)
“What is wanted is not the will to believe but the wish to find out, which is the exact opposite.”
– Bertrand Russell
Wishful thinking is not a good reason to believe something
“You’ve gotta respect everyone’s beliefs.”
No, you don’t.
That’s what gets us in trouble. Look, you have to acknowledge everyone’s beliefs, and then you have to reserve the right to go:
“That is fucking stupid. Are you kidding me?”
I have have an uncle who believes he saw Sasquatch. We do not believe him nor do we respect him!
– Patton Oswalt
Looking at the world through a windshield. 