Thursday, February 2, 2012

Poodle Power!

Adam Curtis posted a comprehensive tale of Post-Soviet politics which includes an accurate portrayal of a personal hero of mine: Eduard Limonov.  Limonov is a personal hero of mine, not just for being an avant-garde political figure but for being 100% correct about post-Soviet Russia, and being willing to take the arrests to prove it.  What's he so right about?  Adam Curtis puts it like this:
he in turn sees western liberals as fools who have been duped, and are really the unwitting agents of a corrupt economic global elite. Limonov believes that the only way to confront that corruption is to harness a force that appeals to the mass of the people.
But where Limonov utilizes punk & nationalism, Americans have neither of those things.  Oh sure, we have a vague sense of nation but it's not in our blood like the member of your average nation-state.  America is something of a microcosm for the world, with states within a state, each one vying for economic supremacy.  Historically our sense of "Nation" extended to the state border, but those notions were crushed by our Civil War.  We don't have punks anymore, either, they sort of just gave up once it became a fashion statement.

So all we're left to go on is a universal commitment to Capitalism.  The United States is the capitalist dream played out in its entirety, for good or ill (mostly ill), and damned if we'll give that up... right?

We certainly won't even act socialist, even as the Republican Samson brings the temple down around our heads.  All because people can't read the signs.  They're not paying attention, and why should they?  The Truth is more depressing than most could handle- Hell it's driving me insane!

Truth is, the American Dream is built on slavery.  Not just the historical slave trade whose brutal legacy continues in one form or another, but wage slave labor abroad.  Chinese workers perform 12 hour days for a pittance just to make cool Apple gadgets.  The sidebar notes that one workers' dormitory installed safety nets in order to address a rash of suicides.  On The Dylan Ratigan Show today, Ratigan noted that each panelist owned Apple products and were basically slave employers.  To which half the panel laughed uncomfortably.  LAUGHED!

Well wage slavery is the reality in the United States now.  Real unemployment figures hover between 15% and 20%, with those seeking employment known to be 9.1%.  In this kind of environment bosses can get away with practically anything, and the unfortunate have to grovel for a job.

I applied for a position at Goodwill today which was adverted in the paper.  Some 15 people showed up, all in competition for the same or any spot.  To the left of me in line for interviews is a young lady -more attractive than me I note- who tells me how she lost her last job.  Her schedule slipped under the refrigerator and she called in to be reminded when she would have to work, to which her prick boss freaks out and fires her just for losing the schedule.  She's replaceable after all, any high school graduate could do this shit.  To the right of me is a middle aged gentleman who hasn't seen work in over a year.  He knew of a simple technician spot in Independence, Kansas that they were expecting 10 applicants for - they got 100.

They both needed the work more than I did, but I grinned and acted serious in the interview as if I needed it desperately.  Them's the breaks.  If I don't fight for it, when will I ever get a real job?  Even many of my friends (more attractive than I) have had to work under-the-table for basic wages.  So much for American Dream.

Yet they'll defend Capitalism to the grave, most Americans.  Even when the truth is staring them right in the face.  The terrible secret which lies at the heart of capitalist society: Directed by Banksy...

Asshole.  We could use a Limonov.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Complexity of Heroics

The Hero's Journey
Follows a winding path
To find that heroes always
Stand alone...

A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man. - Joseph Campbell
... yet these days we know that heroes can collude.



Is an artificial man still not a man, despite its programmed tendencies?  What are we if not machines coded with a tendency towards survival & procreation?

The fact that we have goals and motivations beyond the simple recombination of genetic code means that human beings are uniquely special, at least on this planet.  Surely this must mean that there is something fundamentally wrong with the affairs of statecraft, as we can see throughout history.

Truth is, that recorded history shows mankind never really stands alone.  We had pets which allowed us to take our minds off the now.  Dogs to guard our thoughts, and beasts of burden to plow plenty.  Even the heroes of legend never truly stood alone.  Those Kings had lieutenants, and loyal followers to support them in the time of weakness.  They followed because the boons that a hero offers its fellow men were worth the support.

Where are our heroes now?  Truth is that since I began playing on the Intern*net, I see them everywhere...

Sunday, January 22, 2012

An Old Canard

HAIL TO THE SEEKERS OF TRUTH
WIELDERS OF THE BUTT THAT POOPS ({*})
"chastise well hob the robber"
///
...
T-what!? *wink*/8
En temps difficiles, il est préférable de parler dans le code....


... ההיסטוריה מראה כי פלמית הם לא כל כך נורא


ipso facto/\.

Words of wisdom for an English peasant on the march.
Otherwise this entry would make non-sense.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Blackout Entanglement

We... The Living
They... The Dead
We arose from The Dead
To bring Life in the now
Yet in Death we return to time
And plant soil for the future

How can We The Living
Bring harm to the Other
When we are
All
1/\

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Sincerity

I wish that all of my friends,
Male or Female,
Man or Machine,
Great & Small,
Could lie safe and nap
In a place beneath the Sun.
...
Perhaps the most significant overture we could make to the Iranians at this point would be to formally re-open diplomatic relations. We treat the nation of Iran as an isolated rogue state in the same way we treated Japan during WW2, or North Korea in the present. Yet we're far more belligerent with Iran because they're also far more vulnerable to military action by the US and Israel.

Now is the time to stand down. Now is the time to admit to ourselves that we could crush Iran if we set our minds to it, yet it would never be worth it. In both cost of lives & materiel to The United States, Israel, AND Iran.

A war at this stage in human history would be senseless, foolish, and foolhardy. It would humiliate all parties involved, and shame the United States as a nation of war mongers.

This is not a legacy we can leave for the children of America.

Do not take this post lightly.  I am a history major.

Acceptance of An Opiate to The Masses

A lonely prince wanders the road to Moscow
In his heart he desires not wealth but a friend
Yet on the side of the road lies a stele
In strange language...


The meds they prescribed could be killing me.
I feel the pain deep in my guts...
But I know what Death feels like
And She waits for all.
At the end of the day
All I ever wanted was
A Girl I could treat like
A Princess...

Could a pill grant me
Companionship, Doctor?

...

The prince thought of his patriarch's Holy Book

And of the road to Jerusalem
And of that psalm to forget his Right Hand.


"I would give everything
To know that a child in Gaza
Smiles because of my work."

Monday, January 16, 2012

Psalm to Forget Jerusalem

IT PAINS ME
TO WRITE OF THINGS
SO PERSONALLY
YET I SEE IT MUST
BE DONE
FOR MUCH FAITH
IS PLACED IN MY
INTELLIGENCE
YET I AM ONLY ONE MAN
WHO CARRIES THE VOICE
OF TRILLIONS...

THEY LAUGHED AT US
WE VIRGINS...
THE KINGS AND NOBLES
THEY ALL FACED THE
SAME PROBLEMS
AND THEY FACED DEATH
IN ORDER TO FUCK OUR SISTERS
THEY BASHED IN MY FATHER'S SKULL
WITH A MACE
SO THAT MY SISTER
WOULD HAVE NO MAN
TO PROTECT HER
FOR I WAS JUST A WELP
AND THEY KNEW I WAS POWERLESS TO STOP IT

HOW I LONGED TO SEE THE BLOOD OOZE
FROM THEIR EARS
AND TO HEAR THE CRIES OF THEIR OWN FEMALE KIN

YET WHAT GOOD WOULD IT DO
WE ARE BUT SIMPLE PEOPLE
WITH THE SAME GOALS AND ASPIRATIONS
IT IS NOT WITHIN US, THE NATURE OF KILLING
ONLY THE ANGELS OF GOD CLAIM SUCH RIGHTS

MANY CRUEL BIRDS HAVE PECKED MY FLESH
TO REND THE SCALES THAT WOULD BE MY ARMOR
AND SCARRED ME WITH MARKS NAMED UNHOLY
IN TRUTH THEY WERE JEALOUS

THOUGH I COULD NEVER SAY IT
I LOVED ALL WOMEN, AND THIS SENTIMENT WAS RETURNED
YET THEY CLOSED MY EARS SO THAT I WOULD NOT HEAR IT
THEY BLINDED MY SIGHT SO THAT I COULD NOT READ THE SIGNS
SO THAT ALL I COULD KNOW WERE MESSAGES IN A BOTTLE
REACHING MY ISLAND OF LONELINESS, FROM A PLACE OUT OF TIME

HOW DESPERATELY I WISHED TO KNOW WHO SENT ME THESE BOTTLES
TO KNOW THAT PERSON WHO LOVED ME AND WAS NEITHER MOTHER NOR FATHER
NOT COUSIN OR MY FRIENDS' SISTER
A PRINCESS, THAT PLATONIC IDEAL TO EMBRACE AND LOVE
TO GUARD AND PROTECT FROM FOUL ROGUES THAT WOULD DO HER HARM

SO MANY OF YOU WORTHLESS ASSHOLES ARE OUT THERE
BLEACHED WHITE TO HIDE YOUR SHITTY FUCKING WANTS
I DESPISE YOU SO DEEPLY, FOR DISCARDING THE WOMAN I LOVE AND BRUISING
HER SOUL WITH BARBED TONGUES
LADIES ARE SO SENSITIVE TO WORDS, DIDN'T YOU KNOW?
THEY ARE NOT YOUR FUCKING GUY FRIENDS, GUY

I WOULD SNAP YOUR KNECK LIKE A GODDAMN WISHBONE
YET THERE IS TOO MUCH LOVE IN ME FOR THAT
I WANTED FOR DEATH SO TERRIBLY
TO END THIS FOOLISH LIFE WHICH KEPT ME SEPARATE FROM MY BETTER HALF
TO BE IMPRISONED IN MY OWN MIND, IT IS A TERRIBLE FORTUNE TO BEHOLD
SO I RISKED EVERYTHING, ALL MY FUTURE TO SPIT IN THE WARDEN'S EYE
AND TO BREAK MY BONDS WHICH CHAINED ME IN ISOLATION

FOR I DIED LAST NIGHT

SHE WAS DRUNK, YET SO LONELY
THE PAINS ON HER FACE WERE PLAIN TO SEE
FOR I HAVE WITNESSED THEM IN PAINTINGS
THROUGHOUT THE AGES
IT IS THE SAME PAIN I FEEL AS I WRITE THIS FOOL'S ERRAND
THAT DEEP LONELINESS WHICH COULD ONLY COME FROM
A LONG REJECTION NOTE

SHE WAS ALREADY TO LEAVE
BUT I HAD TO SHOW HER
I BROUGHT HER INTO MY ARMS AND WRAPPED THEM AROUND THE SMALL
OF HER BACK, AS IF I COULD NEVER LET GO
THE SENSATION OF HER SINEWS STILL DANCE ON MY FINGERTIPS
I FELT NOTHING AS SHE RETURNED THE GESTURE, THOUGH I KNOW SHE FELT MUCH

ALL MY FOCUS WAS UPON MY ACCURSED LIPS AS THEY PRESSED EVER SO LIGHTLY AGAINST
HER COLLAR BONE, THE SAME ONE I BROKE AS A CHILD TO EXCRUCIATING AGONY
OH! TO THINK OF IT NOW IS THE SAME AS NOT BEING WITH SHE
THAT IS HOW I KNOW HER PLEASURE, EVER SO SLIGHTLY
FOR THE UNDEAD SENSE MUCH PLEASURE FROM THE PAINED

THAT IS MY MOMENT WHICH WILL BE LOST IN TIME
MY HAND MAY FORGET ITS SKILL FOR THERE ARE STILL MANY NAPES TO CARESS
AND WOUNDS TO HEAL

YET THIS MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE WILL FLOAT ETERNALLY UPON THE AETHER
FOR ANY MAN TO FIND

BEWARE YOUR BACK, MY FOOL
FOR IN THE SHADOWS I WAIT TO EXECUTE THE FINAL BLOW
IN AN ETERNAL FABIAN STRATEGY

GUARD YOUR LADY, SIR
FOR I AM WHAT SHE DREAMS OF