“Here’s another platitude they jam down your throat”
“Children are our future”
“Children are not our future and I can prove it with my usual flawless logic.
Children can’t be our future because by the time the future arrives they won’t be children anymore.”
– George Carlin
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Placed in an untenable situation
To carry one’s parents baggage
Largely due to them doing nothing
To fix the world before you got here
Setting down the destructive pattern
To follow not because they said so
But in how they acted and behaved
Weighed down by society’s gravity
Mired in malignant mythmakers
Beholden to chaos and control
Unwittingly accepting the notion
That children are our future
Abdicating layers of responsibility
To the guide-less and guileless
Hypnotized by harmful hyperbole
Spread like wildfires across continents
Ramshackled by religion
Exponentiating catastrophic birth rates
Excrementing where we eat and sleep
Not recognizing the need to move
Why else is Mars becoming
A more viable option
Where if Martians see
What we have done
To this planet
We will not be welcomed
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“If you believe that God gave you the Earth, that God created Earth for you, why would you not have to look after it? Why the fuck– Why would you not think that when he came back he wouldn’t go, “What the fuck did you do?”
“I gave this to you, motherfucker. Are you crazy?” “The polar bears are brown.” “What did you do to the polar bears?” “Did you shit all over every polar bear?” “What did you–who did this? Who spilled this shit? Who spilled this?” “Come over here.
Did you fucking spill this? What is that?”
“It’s oil. It’s just some oil. I didn’t mean to spill–”
“Well why did you take it out of the fucking ground?”
“Because I wanted to go faster.” “I’m not fast enough.” “And I was cold.”
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘cold’?” “I gave you everything you needed, you piece of shit.”
– Louis CK
Outthink
Outcompassion
Outlove
Outforgive
Outkind
Outhelp
Outsmile
Outplay
Outappreciate
Outdazzle
In other words
Outdo
Yourself
Life is so tricky
It’s done with mirrors and masks
Both must be shattered
“You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.”
Alan Moore, V for Vendetta
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Mirrors and masks
Are the bases for
The questions I ask
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It is hard to see
Who we really are
When the reflection
Of how we see ourselves
Is in the mirror
Of other people’s masks
Filtered through our own
Peeling back the layers
Are like that of an onion
It might make us cry
Tackled without caution
Needing nerves of steel
To really find out
Who we are
Under the masked layers
Under the bravado layer
Under the work layer
Under the family layer
Under the fun layer
Under the scared layer
Under the parent layer
Under the child layer
Under the financial layer
Under the lost layer
Under the sport’s fan layer
Under the political layer
Under the racist layer
Under the emotional layer
One would think that
Under all those heavy
Added by time layers
Mostly of our own making
Give or take the surroundings
There would be a diamond
Under the pressure
Waiting to shine brilliantly
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Like the unmasked face
Typically on a new arrival
Glowing from the trip
Having traversed
Time and space
Eager to go on
This next ride
Fearlessly with joy
As he or she is
Born without religion
Born without language
Born without prejudices
Born without hate
Basically a clean slate
Just wanting to love
Be loved and eat
Poop smile and repeat
No wonder their heads
Are so big
Lots of masks to carry
The earth and the sky
She is so very grounded
I’m out of this world
The planet is nobody’s baby
But everyone’s mother
Gets treated like the former
Instead of the other
Either forward
Or backwards
A billion years
Is a linear perception
We can not possibly
Comprehend
What is now
Was not
What will be
May never
Giving credence
To Einstein’s theory
That everything is
Happening all at once
We are only experiencing
What we have right now
Which is this moment
Now this one and
The next one
And so on
For billions of years
I may not have
All of the answers
But thankfully
I have all the questions
Ooops, this got topically lost.
Regarding Mueller’s show, I mean “testimony”.
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The question is
Who can not
Be gotten to?
In our quest
To evolve
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Words were used
But nothing
Was said
Eyes focused
Ears perked
Stomach knot
Sphincter taut
Still the outcome
Remains the same
Both sides
Were told
What they
Wanted to hear
It would have been
Less of a spectacle
If he played
With his testicles
We’d be deranged
If we thought
Anything changed
Steel reeling
When we could
Be healing
Remember it is just
A goofy ride
When you are opting
To pick a side
It is the truth
We wil never know
Not on the agenda
Merely a show
Perfecting the art
Of distracting
Proven easily
How everyone
Is reacting
Neither either
Winners or losers
Just building
A following of
Mindless consumers
The proof
Is in the pudding
Ignore the “news”
Nothing will be missing
“Okay, it’s, uh, great to be here in New York. Um, I know that sounds phony ’cause every entertainer in the world comes out no matter where they are and they always go “HEY! IT’S REALLY GREAT TO BE HERE!”
And it really sounds fake. But, believe me,I am sincere when I say, “HEY! IT’S REALLY GREAT TO BE HERE!”
– Steve Martin
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The only thing significant
About where you were born
Is that statistically it is
Within 50 miles of
Where you will die
Other than that it is
A geographical location
With a contrived name
Probably picked by
A cross-eyed map maker
Or, like the land
Stolen from
The indigenous culture
That was there first
Treating it with grace
For its sacredness
Still most people
Are “proud'” of where
They were born due to
An accident of birth
Or better / worse yet
Moved because of
Economic circumstances
Still it is a quick and easy
Pavlovian crowd pleaser
To mention the largest
“Hometown” name
Above the lost suburbs
To stir an emotional reaction
Of whoops hoots and hollers
Never wondering why
In the larger scheme of things
And I do mean larger
Such as if, intergalactic
Multidimensional travel
Was the norm
Beings would declare
They are earthlings
So why not now
Buddying up as one
Taking care of each
“Our” own kind
So why not now
Not those “alien”
Martian and Venusian’s
Who have somehow
Traversed through our
Atmospheric border
Conquering space
Asteroids fields
Gamma rays and comets
Seeking a better
Place to be
Because they too
Saw the beacon
Of liberty glowing
On the third
Rock from the sun
Who based on
Current experiences
Will want to call themselves
At the next
Out of this world
Cosmological rock concert
Or political rally
Earthlings
Then maybe we will
All just get along
Long enough
To share and develop
The technology
To keep out
Those pesky
Saturnian’s and Plutonian’s
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Feel the sarcasm
Know the sarcasm
Be the sarcasm
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“There’s no such thing as ‘We’re Americans.’ That’s just a bunch of bullshit to get you rooting for the home team. You’re not an American, you’re a guy, or a girl, or whatever.
Until the Mongols come over the hills swinging machetes, trying to take our fire-hazard underground comedy club away from us, then we all buddy up as one.
But those days are over, there’s no-one trying to take over America. We weren’t on the verge of speaking Iraqi.
As far as ‘America’ goes – there’s two countries in the world: Dick, and Not a Dick. The border goes all the way around.
Did you ever go to another country and meet another American when you didn’t expect to?
You always talk to them, just for the trivia. ‘Hey, you’re from America? I’m from America! Where you from?’
And it’s never more than three sentences before you realise, if I was in America, I wouldn’t talk to this d#&^%bag if my hair was on fire and he held a monopoly on liquid.
I’m an American? What does that mean? I’m no more an American than I’m an Aires or an uncle. It’s just something you called me when I showed up.”
– Doug Stanhope
Looking at the world through a windshield. 