Sunday, October 9, 2011

Statistics don’t lie, people do.

The upper 300 families of the world own more assets, property, and cash reserves than the lower 3 billion...
Would you fight in a war to maintain this and what would you die for? American interests? Who would you kill? Who would you die for?
Someone who has capitalized and monetized all the people of the world, the world itself, it’s rivers shorelines forests prairies deserts mountains ice caps and oceans and all the life upon it, or the people who live humbly?

Madame DuFarge is knitting, knitting, knitting, knitting…still.

I say hang them all, take the assets, and give them to the poorest people to distribute. Build free lifelong educational systems, free clinics, free med schools, free clean water supplies, wind and solar powered electrical systems, recycling sewage systems as if we are on a rocket ship shooting through space for eternity, which we are…and start at the bottom—one begins at the worst—we begin in Haiti, then Africa.
The wealth torn from the rich like taking an egg from a yegg, and reassembled as an omelet of commonwealth plans. Then it shall be allowed to bubble up through the masses, curing whatever material aid can cure, of its own accord. Reducing their stressful lives of worry. The rich will receive their just deserts…we’ll supply them with the minimum requirements for a useful life…so they may live stress-free also.
We won’t need rich folk nor jargon barons to give us jobs: we are our own destination.
We’ll be the stronger ones, because we are not fighting for ourselves.
The mother of all class wars is coming, but it’s not going to be as you might suspect, not right/left, nor rich/poor. But it will be the unmitigated attack by the Undead Past upon the Unborn Future.
J. Gould’s awful quote [“I do not fear labor at all. I have enough money to pay half of the poor to kill the other half.”] will die in the forest of empathy we shall establish with nurture and care.
I love colors, but I miss them for long whiles. I see the world—during those periods in black and white. Occasionally, comes a bluebird flying through my reverie, she’ll land on my shoulder trying to sing. And,
Coughing in my ear, It’s a hard job, she’ll sing. But it sure would be easier if we were the dictators.
Gee, I thought the wee were.
Whatever happened to the dictatorship of the people?
Whatever happened to the meek?
We’d be nicer than the rich.
But then again, the article said: American self-esteem runs rampant! College students’ inflated egos signal future relationship troubles. More narcissistic and self-centered than their predator prodecessors….
More self-centered than the “Greatest Generation?”
No way!
It only shows so, because we need more now. Because we were promised more now—and we’re getting less.
And we’re beginning to see even that drifting away on some melting ice flow. Our predator predecessors were supposed to have designed a magic and universal future of good luck for everyone! It should be in effect by now. They told us. No. They insisted…, that they could construct a perfectly fair and balanced world by way of pure selfishness and greed…and now they tell us by way of a miserably, blatantly obvious self-serving excuse that they will create goodness after doing the following evils for just a little while longer: war, followed by austerity (for the poor and soon to be poor), starvation in foreign realms, real politik imperialism, privatized water, air and education…real means royal in Spanish.
Like bank robbers in the movies deciding to do just one more job, you just know this one ain’t gonna work.
So instead we’ve moved in with our parents again (which ain’t so bad in a evolved sort of inter-generational mental health kinda sense.
Even tho’…we’ve been taught:
We are supposed to have too much and we can see that no one else will ever have enough if they attempt to even have this much and they hate us for our freedoms… so we have to continue to steal from them and kill their leaders, and put new leaders loyal to our royals over this Other and kill their babies by our powerful ignorance and neglect and the pain we sell them along the way to centuries of childhood leukemia caused by radioactive un-depleted uranium…and it’s so depressing to be a part of this…so…
We eat because we are depressed.
We diet because we eat and drink and shop to dress up because we are depressed
We shop until, in our obesity, POP.
We pop out our credit cards
—our eyes bigger than both our stomachs and our backs—
as we pop out of our clothes.

A zillion choices of pills:
We got more pills to choose from than ¾ of the planet has choices of food.
They eat the same things every day.
We fuck because we are depressed.
Hate yourself?
Got sex?
We make love to escape depression so much we turn love into sex and sex into depression.
We find out sex cannot carry this load of psychosis
and guilty nepenthes
and transcend us from our relentless quotidian doses of banality.
To be hot
Is to be objectified: oh, what satisfaction.
Well at least they love me for my body!
Who am I?
Ohhhh…fuck me fuck me fuck me….
Make it go awaaay…
People on TV show us how to be important, objectified of course, and therefore “real.”
They wave their hands and jump about. They wiggle and giggle and jiggle and talk too much that they become hard to watch.
Too cute, too nervy. Too perky, too pesty, too irritating.
Like sound pollution.
Impossible to like, our TV heros keep getting invited back. And they
make money!
With their frenetic tics and puerile shouting.
Imagine them at home: the squawking at the dinner table.
Extreme gesturing.
Their kids. Pitching in.
The pace blistering.
[DAD, I’m leaving NOW! I’m walking out. I’m so gone from here.
“My Son,” the moms go, “Why have you forsaken me?”
Gimme the car DAD! Or I’ll go up to my room and take X!
Oh son, he breaths a sighthe size of a mosquito’s sigh.
You’ll take ex-stasi anyway.
Dad, I want it now!
Okaaaay, says mom. “Just make it stop!”]
What’s wrong with the subtle self-esteem of a walking date? Biking?
Meet me at the shake shop.
Walking and fucking don’t mix.
Big shot chicks don’t walk to get fucked. They need 1000 thread count sheets and short skirts in big cars and potent pills that make them go all Krakatoa and shit.
Teen-age preggers makes for how many movies a year and this year’s presidential race dropout?
Themovies reflect us, deflect us, neglect our spirits.
They shoot for the dick.
And hit the commode.
[Except for the Indies.]
Shit jokes are making a comeback.
Ever since “The Aristocraps.”
Shit-throwing is a cretin-us joke.
Quality stirs up the shit in your brain, not on the screen.
We need to see ourselves more clearly, but we are afraid to look.
So we abuse each other—self loathing being the root cause of abuse is still no cause for abuse.
In the mirror darkness preceeds light.
It’s always there waiting.
So we look at movies…at speed we cannot do, at violence we aren’t allowed (unless we make ourselves vulnerable to reciprocation and come back home
too scared to cross the street) and at shit we do not dare to throw....
Don’t tread on me.
Of course our movies show us as crude, rude, violent, pent up, fed up, scary
America is a depressing priapic.
In seach of a fellow or female sheeple, dawg!
A peep-hole.
Made hole. In that sense united.
A steeple, made blighted, by self-helping be-nighted
Pseudo-macho racists…and greedy older than old school old fascists.
Even from here I can smell their crusty, old Glory Hole:

What a place for a poet.
© 10-2011

Undoing 500 years of perfidy should take a few weeks.

It took 500 years--basically since the discovery of new world gold by the Spanish, for capitalism to develop. Where a group of people, with money or gold, could band together without any liability, for the sole purpose of making more money. Some say the first corporation was the British East India Company and/or the Dutch East India Company. [Monarchs had always done this for themselves as they realized the need for money, to maintain their power over their subjects and to defend their Aristocracy from other monarchs. But that was a sovereign or national dictatorship, not at all democratic.]
Every human structure has the same problems of order and rules of order.
Most of them replicate each other as communism copied the corporate structure: CEO/dictator, Supreme Soviet or Board of Directors, shareholders/party members, and customers/people. The big difference--which concerns us--is nin the amount of freedom of the people to dictate to their leaders and define their own freedom.
What i saw yesterday was evidence of that eternal strife, or stress. We all know how easily that can be polluted by a few power-hungry, over-eager, well-intentioned, ego-centric, Type A, Straight A, Alpha male, a-holes, who will devise methods to shut up the peephole.
We need to call a meeting of ideas. And of re-recognition of the principle of non-manifesto, if that is the way we go. I think that won't last long because everyone asks, "What's it about?" And this ain't Seinfeld--it's not about nothin'. They want concrete answers not philosophical theories. But i am still unsure on this...would some causes defy logic, or alienate many special interests?
Yet, can't we say some of major big ticket items like NO more war--blaming a whole nation of men, women and children for the acknowledged actions of a handful of terrorists, I'd rather surrender and let our melange of pandillistas pick them off one by one in Chicago and Cleveland. I always welcomed the Russians but they never came: as a kid i offered up the idea of letting them try it for a while instead of dropping the big one in Lake Michigan and making us all radioactive. They'd just just have to wait a thousand years before they could come over and take all our jobs and use our steel factories for the same things we had wanted them for.
They would have had to marry bossy American girls (by now strangely deformed) who all wanted their own cars. And a hose in the Now we have a new/old movement. It cannot be the same ol' same ol', because we all know that the system is the problem. So we cannot use the same exact menus and ingredients of the system to change the system.
We can't match 'em in raising money, for example. Or by hiring liar politicians who blow dry better than we do.
We have to trash it..trash it gently. One way is to make a new consensus--a consent--that is more fun. I would like the new world order to reject order, and orders, in general. Let's try laissez faire democracy for example. If we decide to put a lifespan on corporations and to burden them with our own responsibilities, like Not being able to BUY one another or merge (marry) in multiple marriages or to eat another corpo-buddy like they are so wont and meat to do. Just like invention rejects the outmoded. We could call it the new world, or part-world, playground. If anyone doesn't object too much to certain rules...we could keep some, say, about not taking over the swings by the big kids. Uhnt-uh. And if we could keep the idea that everyone carry water and chopping enough wood or solar or wind turbines to keep us warm all winter. Self-respect is not always present in everyone. Somewill leach, others will party liike Pan.
Yet we have to be Pan-humanity. So we might look to nature to see how long this will take. WE might even call it a New World Ecology for Humanity. We are a species without a home without a constant format for living--we're ADAPTABLE...when things don't go our way, we can learn how to change them.
AND we can never quit. They are gong to cull us matter what we do. There really is no choice on this matter. In order not to want to quit we can arrange to be having more FUN. That's why i suggest the Concensus of Fun! We need to like each other better. Love each other as we learn to know each other. Trust in the common wealth...and the natural replication of human needs and wants all over the planet.
Square one tells us we need to love Gaia first and last and always...because She makes our existence possible. There can be no vacillation on this one. Any alteration of Gaia must demand a rational and scientific Proof of the impossiblity of damage to her sanctity. Reparations are not possible when Gaia is harmed, so the smallest despoilation must be prohibited.
We could make Life our religion. Something we could bring down to Earth and use for a change.
Here then is the beginning--inevitable it would appear--of an abhorent but necessary and conspiratorial (we shall have a plan after the fact anyway) manifesto. It is manifestly obvious that One, we are going to have fun doing this--the most fun of anyone, so everyone will want to be a part of it. And Two, we shall be open to change, evolution, inno-vention, and improvements (that are checked in with GAIA first), and that our overall, over-riding function is to save the planet for the habitat of all future generations, the preservation of species, and the sanctity of all the ecosystems, on air water or land.
The Occupation is our new life system, way, style, TAO, religion, politik, body work, thought, love, knowledge. it is us planning to stay.
To quit is to die off or be culled.