Friday, February 1, 2019

...system is da problem...




…system is the problem...
           jimmy.mankind@gmail.com

We cudda had it all, but we could never get enuff.
We clothed ourselves with the pelts of torture.
The warmer we made our bodies, the colder we became inside.

We always took “Nien!” for an answer
From corpo-rat systems that could not say yes.

They are like doctors in the death camps,
Saving the babies only for them to be executed later.

Humans have become the canaries in their own world-wide “clean” coal mine.

We ran out songbirds long ago.

We are dancing on our tomb.
We are oblivious, always craving nepenthes.
The Ultras are the evil-doers and they know it. But they do it anyway. Thus we know they’re criminal: they separate babies from mamas to send a message of putting 15,000 children in jails. This is how we know we are all dirt to these  darkened spirits. A few hope to do good some day, after they do evil “just a little bit longer.” Their “evil” is LIVE spelled backwards. That is so profitable everyone else—except us “useless eaters”—does it with them. We are complicit in this slow motion holocaust even as we conspire our getaways.

WE have to keep up so we let ourselves believe their lies, delusions, myths: the TLC of Torture, the Sanctity of Wars designed to create more WARS and not 
The end to War.
WE discover that 1/9th of US (11%) cannot find enough to eat. In this time of “prosperity” under the religious redemption of the money myth. The money, power and assets of the Elites, all float upon our debt. While we sink deeper, they buy up every material thing on Earth. The Upper 10,000 owns Planet Earth except for the seas where they toss their Plastic, Oil, and old meds.

We are nothing more than a big fat Bananablama Republic with a more 
sophisticated style of corruption. WE make nothing for ourselves. Our money is an Illusion, and “our” money is the God of All Things. Even tho’ money is a tightly trained parade of electric monkeys seeking only to get back to ground One. 

Dead Zones crowd the oceans, kill our soil, and guide our brains.
Chrystal meth is the new body and blood in our Communion with the Beast.

Fields of grass will kill you by the drinking of milk from cows that chew those poison lawns.

Kale is the new Geiger counter along with arugula & red lettuce. As strontium 90 flows from human breasts. And a class war takes up our attention; but it is not as advertised: right and left have merged in an attack —in Medieval Memorium— promulgated by the Undead Past upon the Unborn Future: another pyrrhic victory for the algorithms of the law and its blind, deaf, dumb, and mute God of Dick!



We believe in our Econ 101 as if it were a religion.  Religion has become a Business.  And Government is the Economy, stupid!

We believe money is the god of all things, yet our money is an illusion.
We are dancing on our tomb.  Even as our infinite constant growth on our finite home is Gaia’s cancer.
And I say, if we can Imagine Heaven,  why not imagine Heaven Here, where we can use it; Not one you have to die for…fighting those who are willing enough to die for their. Own version…

rather a Heaven we all simply enter after our birth.

Why not? It’s our invention. WE can place Heaven wherever we want it, need it, and/or deserve it.
Instead we are Mosh pit bulls dancing on our crypts…as if celebrating the dis-inheritance of the Meek.

WE cudda had it all: peace, love, happiness, good work, in trust, and a future secure for all as long as the Grass shall grow and the Sun shall shine.
But we could never get enough…so…we conserve ourselves w/i da System only to learn you can naver change da System by working w/i da System because da System is da Problem…

This is takeover/makeover of a poem they already published before but I don’t care if it is better or worse. it’s only a poem. It breathes as it breathes it changes and so does the world of humanity the planet and all the species we will have to save or replace…follow on a straight line into the most resistance…your only god is the One yer walkin’ on.

There is a class war going on, but not the way you think: it is the attack of the Undead Past upon the Unborn Future.

They deceive us with the undead algorithms gleaned from past decisions of an unjust system…so you cannot…work for change within da system by workin’ through da system when da…




Return, start over, reboot, reload, repeat, revise..., it's OK to change.

~~jimmy

the &th blessing+




"Fascism is capitalism plus murder." - Upton Sinclair

7 blessings you can bless yourself with:

1. be honest--the truth will out.

2. be humble--no one is perfect.

3. hang onto your dream: 1st have one. no one can dream it for you.

4. be brave--you must speak! Act!

5. get up whenyoufall--you will fall. no one is perfect. learn from failure.

6. trust the people: those around you and also the process they and you share...and will most likely need to pass through.

7. Have faith in yourself: do what you love. so you can enjoy every step in the journey as much as the one that carries you over the threshold.



...AND Mexico will pay for it!

end of world report:


end of world report:
by willie gulagero…

clock says ten seconds. 

just long enough 

to get informed:

the only humor that cares 
is black humor.
noir is the light we have left.
darkness is faster than the speed of light.
how do we know?
no matter where light goes
darkness is already there 
...waiting for it.
{with open arms, by the way}
Dark matter rules and dark matter is invisible.
how do we prove love?
With open arms.
Opposites attract:
we just have to get used to it.
leave dreamland behind.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel, 
But it is not a train coming at you. As you may fear.
the only hope/light in the tunnel is the light/hope you carry with you.
It is the hope for peace.
the only systems that matter
are those that
save the planet.
The only religions that tell the truth
make peace 
with all 
the other religions.
the only love that matters
is the love you give.
And the only God on Earth
Is the One you’re walking on.
What does that tell ya?
Could this BE a better planet? 

Willie Gulagero

Saturday, June 23, 2018

end of world clock


end of world clock
     by
jimmy gulag  

end of world clock 
says ten seconds.
just long enough 
to get informed: anywhere. 
EVERYWHERE now.   
I said, NOW!
the only humor that cares 
is black humor.
Noir is all the light we have left.
Now we know.
Darkness is faster than 
thespeedoflight.
how do we know?
no matter where light goes
darkness is already there 
…waiting. 
With open arms, mind you.
we just have to get used to it.
leave dreamland behind.
the only hope
is for peace.
the only systems 
that matter
Are those that
save the planet
the only religions 
that tell the truth
make peace with 
all the other religions.
the only love that matters
is the love you give…
...and a man-child, petulant,
spoiled, impulsive, bratty man-child,
who, born on third, 
thought he’d hit a triple,        
shall not lead them outa here.
no. not for long.
Only the strong go wrong.
Only the brave believe
ONLY da MEEK survive.
They have to stick around
To inherit da Earth. 
Success is the only thing we 
Can argue with.
Failure goes away 
By itself.
Thank you, religions,
For making too many babies.
Thank you for making 
Our children into our own 
Privately sacred social security.
Why don’t you believe the old saw:
That a rich man has about as much chance of going to Heaven 
(on Earth) as camel passing through the eye of a needle?
Is it charity you support 
or Is it power?
What if charity was fake and 
Inadequate and power, uhmmm….
Let’s see…
Is gluttonous addictive and self>propelled.
{Kinda like wars for more wars.}
You cannot argue with success,
Can you?
And da Church must survive,
Uber alles. Por favor.
So tell me: wise old one,
how does god define 
fascist?

Oooops…
It looks like you ran out of time.
Or did you only run out?
—-o—-

Sunday, November 5, 2017

i always wanted to write a back story novel....please don't tell anyone about this novel idea. i want to try it and be the first to pillar myself uponthe rocks of blasphemy.  no one will buy it. anyway. they'll scoff:
where does it go? they'll ask. who cares about his fictional guy who was born grew up so what and went to high school in communist china and got caught up is a sweep by young reds and put in soliltary for 1,000 years of cryogenic experiments using kryptonite and by hard work became a neo-action hero who can kill you with his thoughts.  OMG. end. of. story.
    but wait! then what? you go guy! grrrl! write what he does with that and Voila! you have comic book.  sorry, "that's all folks."
of course, if yu skip the back story yu got superman. in chinese, with a 1.5 BILLION readers.  oh never mind.
    i'll do it myself.
    i have to anyway.

Monday, October 30, 2017


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