Sunday, May 01, 2016

Walk - Foo Fighters

Touching you across nothing

I touch you across nothing
middle of nowhere

I walk between earth and sky
in a place neither sea nor storm
nor land nor wind


Can you feel me growing stronger?
Can you see me learning to become

The Person I Need to Be for Both of Us
More for Me
More for You


Can you understand that love
and the world
with all its life
and possibility


Never goes dark
like three matches in the dark

One to light for you
One to light for us
And one to light my bong.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Wuthering Heights

Markos Moulitsas

Markos Moulitsas calls himself Kos
and he pivots
at just the right time

Hillary Clinton calls herself a progressive
who gets things done

You
Are getting in the way

I
Have nothing left to say

Except
That the republican trope
that bends and shapes itself
into an ouroboros
shaped like an albatross


that smells faintly of Dog
soft, and brown
in your backyard

But
You
Kos
From Here On

Can be a progressive

Who Gets ..Things

Done.

Friday, April 15, 2016

Bitter End - Placebo

A Farewell to Kos

I think it was the weather radio
that alerted me
to the storm

You made it rain for your person
You sold out

And the loyal and the good
were cut out from your midst
You made a pivot

And you fell like Icarus
drawing ever nearer
to the terminal velocity

You clapped your hands
and turned on your living room

You did it for the kids

Friday, April 01, 2016

Angel - L'Agent / Penelope Cruz - Massive Attack

Efficient Friend

The prevailing definition of efficiency is whatever makes the corporation you are bound , a better financial outlook. You work harder, are paid less. The definitions of pain that go along with it are clear - a pain point, in technology - is something that presents a problem to be solved. So , for example, it may be considered 'painful' to reach into your wallet and pull out a credit card to pay for something. It's more efficient to simply pass your cellphone over a contact-free method of payment. This is good at transferring money out of your account, to a corporation - but it doesn't really help you with your savings plan.

Most people don't stop to realize that efficiency seems to pervade our lives - that we are bombarded by marketing plans that do not include our best interests at heart. We have suffered the medical ad that seems to want us to make an end run around our doctor and take some kind of new drug, or our provider charging three hundred percent more than the world standard - we carry the burden gladly, we no longer see the world in terms of what is in our own best interests. America has submitted to rule by benevolent dictator , our laws , our culture - now fall in line to consumerism,
and a never ending pursuit of whatever works best for the ruling class. This includes the efficient elimination of the American midddle class, the destruction of integrity in American politics, the disastrous citizens united Supreme Court decision that opened the door to unbridled influence of the political process by the arrogant oligarch.

We now live in a system that sustains taxation without representation at a level unknown even in pre-Revolutionary war time.
And we are slowly becoming aware of just how pervasive that influence has become.

Children are especially susceptible to marketing tricks. Many kids spend over 10.7 hours per day connected to some media device, and the modern campaign directed at the hardened adult often destroys the children as collateral. They seem to moor their connection to others through a constant connection to the internet, and that connection seems to be tied to a constant need to "review, post" comment. You can have a discussion with a child, and say something and they'll treat it as a topic post and they'll comment on it.

The comments are often directed away from you, and toward an imagined audience. They see this as an efficient way of communication - as they carry childhood notions of status to a circle of friends. Concepts of local communication, touch, and wide range of feeling are alien to them - they exist in a pre-built , pre-made world of happiness and feelings that are largely artificial in nature. And if you take away that connection, many will feel a sense of panic. They have efficiency in their circle of friends, as long as there is an intervening medium.

How would you feel, if someone called you an 'efficient lover'?

Monday, March 21, 2016

Let The Day Begin - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

A Short Poem About God and Love

God is not love
Love is not God

God is something that creates universes
and gives an encouraging word
to stars of all colors
not to die
and burn
all life

Love is a life affirming response
that creates human beings
and keeps dreamers dreaming
and workers working

And you
and me

Alive

Because without Love
one cannot live.

No Puede Vivar Sin Amar

Tonight, Tonight - Smashing Pumpkins.

Upper Middle Class. A warning.

This is a warning for whoever bends their philosophy and ideology to justify comfortable feeling despite the fact that the upper middle class is a very dangerous place to be. The lower middle class is gone, shoved below the poverty line. The middle class is gone. But you're ok, right?

You live in a biosphere the overlords built for you - a themed you-will-have-fun 3,000 square foot home, the cool driveway and the neat toys and the fun vacation you can optionally take when your corporate overlords allow it. Never mind that they're overdeveloping residential so they can get head count on per capita county tax allocations, and wrap it all up in fake mortgage backed securities derivatives... take your heroin shot into the arm, it's really pure - sharp needles make it so you can't feel it. You'll want more. No after effects, so you don't get sick. And maybe you don't go to jail, because you can afford the entry level legal bribes.

The stench doesn't blow into your neighborhood. You've got walls and gates to keep that kind of thing away from you and your family.
You do it to yourself. And you think you know photoshop. You really don't.

They will come for you one day. They will shut down your job, and send it overseas as soon as they can get the Trans Pacific Partnership. You know, the one I warned you about? The one that your congressman had to vote for , even though they wouldn't allow him or her to see it? The one that stands now in danger of being implemented. The one that no news media entertainer will talk about, because they are paid to do otherwise. The one that only one man truly opposes. The black octopus with its black tentacles moving now into your life and you don't see it.

Fair warning. Again.

Let's start with an inconvenient fact: There are entire industries in our country that are annihilated on a regular basis, and there is nothing that any government, or corporation - can do to change them. Electric cars will radically alter the landscape of the car parts industry. The local agricultural business that sends seed thrashers to help farmers gather seed from last year's planting died when the overlords passed laws to make the very seed of life patented and owned by Monsanto. But you can buy it from a corporation every year. Because you have a little extra money, right?

America is suffering under the direct control of the overlords, but you are not. So you can't see the innovation that we will see in the next few years, the Internet of Things , the IOT, the new generation of the overlords quietly transforming themselves into cyborgs. They don't want you to see it, so you don't look. You have your "counterculture" sites that they left for you to find. They tell you want the news media entertainment wants you to hear . Even though you think you're hearing something new.

The cold grey eye of a cyborg sees your entire upper middle class existence as laughable, you are a deluded little person to them - something that they will farm. They pay themselves 285 times more than you, men and women in the corporate boardroom who are looking for the signal that you have relinquished even the claim to public control. When at last they see they have finished their work, they will install a robotic design process, use labor facilities in India that are willing to work around the clock. They will casually and calmly salvage any funds for your public roads, and infrastructure and quietly see to it that you "distinguish yourself" by sending your kid to a private school

You are uninformed, and entertained. You are who a former president was speaking to - when he said " We have this threat under control, shop as usual" . You laughed at that , because you thought you were able to see through the lie. But they threw a red herring in front of you right where you would walk, right inside your comfort zone - and you ran after it . You think you know the "conspiracies" because you are fed the Zeitgeist. And you smile and ask for more. You take your biweekly pay, your benefits, your office, your happy home - you live your life every day knowing everything is really ok and you think you know the full story.
But you can't. Won't. Let go. To you, the issue is whether government is big , or small. To you, the issue is taxes. You are the one who believes this election season is just another election season. You recycle your token opposition. You leave us with a few smiles, and a few laughs - but the activist core died a long time ago, and it was injected with a creamy white filling that will last longer than the outer shell. They need that shell, for now.

Funny how zombie movies are so much fun.

But the media entertainment will soon go beyond all levels before experienced, your 500 channels will pale -h your three point five devices all patched to the latest mobile OS, your fast internet , your great computer will soon bring to you a virtual world that will be more attractive than the upper middle class world, and your big home will just be a backdrop to the screen. You will forget the safe streets, well manicured front lawns, and two car garage. You will be offered a glimpse of a perfect world. Unimaginably beautiful women or men whose avatars will weave their way into fantasy world. Predictably, you'll have an affair but if you don't, you'll at least fantasize about it. Dispossessed, taken hold. Every single ad campaign, every well crafted news media entertainment story will hit you squarely in the eyes. You will buy the bullshit. And the best part about it is that you'll convince yourself you're not buying the bullshit. You'll have the best equipment, but everything you create will be hollow.

You will fade into irrelevance. But they need you still, because others will look up to you. You're their barrier. They all play sim city. Remember the trick? Build a park around an industrial center and then the crime doesn't get to you.

But your soul was real. And you sold it. And without it , bad things will happen.

Your eyes will grow soft. Your body will fail. It fails you even now. Of course, it's age related disease but only the billionaires that have bought into Calico will be allowed to have the antidote. They need you, you are their barrier. They want everyone to think everything is ok. They will tell you everything is ok. You will believe them. They'll give you the red herrings, people who are struggling to survive will look up to you. Unfriend them if they disagree with you.

Get it? Unfriend? Good. Doubleplusgood. You bought into unperson, didn't you? Watch what happens to you when near a place where you can catch a chronic disease, one that requires medicine every day - they'll help you to catch it. You won't catch the fast talking announcement at the bottom of the medical advertisement ... you won't understand. You won't question why we have fast talking legal advertisments in front of us all the time, or why so many people are hired to tell us what to think. You will be one of the new founding fathers of America.

You'll be the ones they will use to help them vote in the Purge.
You'll be the ones who think it's cool to take part.
You'll be the ones who drink the koolaid.
Because you can afford it.

And you'll enjoy it. Because it's so sweet. You are the ones who didn't know that last week, the overlords moved natural plant material into patent and they're trying to steal natural organics, but you're ok, because you hit a website last night that made you feel like a rebel. You have your cool music playing on your cool car radio and you're driving to work right now and you're going to drive home tonight and your wife will fix you a steak.

He or she was smart, they bought the steak with the label on it that looked better than the label that those other people buy. Maybe the definition of free range is just that the cow can move around in a circle. Why bother? There's the Pinterest account, the media devices, gourmet food and binge watching Netflix. Tell yourself that your spouse is happy with you.

You won't notice that 40 percent of our entire country , who lived in the same neighborhood as your parents, the ones who lived in the small towns - slowly went down, head below water - and were destroyed. You'll drive from small town to small town on your allocated days off, and you'll enjoy the rustic feeling - they hide their desperation and hope you buy their useless souvenir crap so that they can cover their EBT card difference for the month and save their children from starving. But they won't tell you, because you have money. And they need it. You'll tour the beer and wine factories. You'll see small town America as you drive past in your air conditioned car.

And you get to take vacations, don't you? You'll visit those other countries, poverty faded through the air, but you'll walk away from that once you eat. What great indigenous food. You will splash in the happy seas that are just a little warmer than you might be able to recognize or detect. You'll rest easy that night knowing that with such a beautiful, poor place as this - with so many living reefs, that global warming must not be real after all.

But the water will keep getting warmer. Your eyes will turn soft great at the lens, like a frog being slowly boiled.

You're happy. It's warm, comfortable. Everything is warm, comfortable. Your child no longer is able to connect with other humans, but do you really want her to associate with those lower class people? It might become just a little bit uncomfortable soon. You might notice. But it's ok, you've got someone else's opinion to quickly take the place of your own. You've got everything you need. You're happy.

You're working out in your home gymnasium, you're going to be strong. You're going to be one of the different ones. Electric sheep are dreaming up your fate in a card castle comfort of America. Yes, you are a necessary barrier they keep in place. For now.
You are a frog in a pot of water being brought to slow boil.

Soon you'll float face down.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

BANNED FROM DAILYKOS - WOW!!

Here is the Diary , in full, that got me banned from Daily Kos. It should be now apparent just how far the Clinton Democrats are willing to go. They paid off the administrators of so called "progressive" blogs. The title of the post was "I have some serious questions now that Hillary has won it all"



I have some serious questions, now that Hillary has won it all. I hope you can help me to answer them, because they are really important to me.

1. If your toenail looks grody, but there’s a thin sliver of good toenail right at the base, is there a way to grow your toenail out so that the new toenail looks nice and pink and normal?

2. Why did Bernie Sanders phonebanking platform suck so bad on the last Super Tuesday? I mean, seriously — I logged in and couldn’t even make a single call. Super suck. Does anyone know the answer? We gotta get that thing fixed, I’m going to be seriously upping my phone bank schedule pretty soon.

3. Are the Clintons poly or just open? If so, should we have added Vince Foster to Hillary’s circle?

4. What about those Trump steaks! Has anyone tried the Trump wine?

5. Do you really believe that , on the “Walking Dead”, that “Neegan” or “Negan” is actually a person? *

6. Will Rick continue as leader when we all find out he’s been a fool for Jesus? **

7. On the Walking Dead — are “the saviors” actually just a bunch of scientists?

* I don’t. Negan is an identification of alignment. For example “I’m Negan” means “I stand up against evil” or something like that.

** I’m voting for the guy who spoke truth to power and stood up against the war. The black dude. (just like last time Hillary ran. I think the guys name was .. Obama something. Cool guy. heard he became the president, and Hillary lost...)



The only conclusion we can draw from this, is that Kos has been bought off by the clinton campaign, and he's pushing people around. I was there for a while, when I heard that a blogger resigned because he was being suppressed. Apparently this is how Hillary Clinton is going to attempt to have a "progressive" voice. She's going to get bloggers like Kos and pay them off. There's sooo much money flowing through this election cycle. Soooo many people are getting bought off. The country is soooo corrupt.

Please vote for Bernie Sanders. Please.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Hillary's Ghost

I am a small businessman, and I live or die on the basis of real deals and product development that is incredibly risky. For example, this year, I am very proud to have recruited a kid from Apple Computer, and I am likely going to make it to market first with a product that will play in a big market. I have successfully beaten some big dogs. Small business is a gloves-off enterprise, and I am a survivor. I live or die on the basis of my ability to win in both dealmaking and product development. I've successfully sold computer hardware, even when my own supplier put up a website that undercut my prices right as my product line was rolling out. We've done alot over the years, but we're not this giant company and we've got room for improvement, and hopefully everyone will soon be able to see what I've been cooking for the past year, year and a half and you'll like it.

Speaking from the perspective of a small businessman, I feel there is a parallel to statesmen. What we do is human, in nature. We go to work, we work hard, but at the end of the day there can be someone who works harder, does more, and we end up not unlike the gold miners in that excellent documentary about SebastiĆ£o Salgado - "Salt of the Earth". I strongly recommend this documentary, if only for the first five minutes.

If you watch, you will see at first, still photographs of Men descending into the gold mine, covered in dirt. The photography is vivid, memorable. I have included some here, in this post. At first it looks as if they are all slaves. But they are not. Because each area of this vast gold mine, in Brazil - is an area that they can mine themselves, and they descend down these pitches so steep you can only run down them. They climb back up ladders with a bag full of earth, and pan at the top of the gold mine.

And it does look like they are all slaves. But each man can go to a different section of the mine - and if that section of the mine has hit a vein of gold, then he may have as much as a kilo of gold in his sack when he comes back up.
He either has dirt, in the sack, or gold.

Perhaps statecraft, and small business are akin to that prospect; as a leader of a small business, my ability to pay my men , and keep digging for gold - is the key aspect of my venture. Like a man's own strength, until that moment when one day, we will come up with a kilo of Gold. And we will.

One of my political heroes (and I guess this gives away my truly independent streak) is Otto Von Bismarck. He was Chancellor of Germany, and singularly responsible for the Unification of Germany. My ancestors came through Germany, on the way to America, and we were likely very drunk at the time, so perhaps there's a genetic memory of him within us - I tend to remember things when I'm drunk as well as sober.
Bismarck was famous for his saying that a statesman is one who can listen for the footsteps of God, and swing themselves up by the hem when he walked past.

And of course, he was also known for "Laws and sausages are two things better seen not being made".

So it's with a little concern that I write next, what I feel I must write - to help put the context of a recent town hall into place. Because I saw one person on stage hearing those footsteps, or at least, I imagine so.

Perhaps you know it. It was a strange moment, a man who had been on death row - asked Hillary Rodham if she would still support the death penalty even as he, and 150 other men like him - were innocent and sent to their death.

And if you watched, you saw something in her crush - and make a sound of broken glass. I feel, and this is me speaking not as an activist, but as a small businessman who has to live and die on the basis of customer , and partner interactions - that on that night, Hillary Rodham Clinton - had a flashback. I believe she saw the ghost of Vince Foster.


And this must be stated very carefully, because there is great concern here. I was very, very young when Vince Foster was murdered. But I know Hillary loved him. And I felt her loss at that moment. I felt her humanity. Because it shone through; Hillary remembered a man who was completely innocent, and that he had lost his life. I know that many believe Vince Foster took his own life, but even as a very young activist, and a graduate student - I remember clearly the suspicion in my mind that this was no suicide. I remember the day he died, I started digging into the facts of his death. As it happened, I had a bit of time, and I was then as now a fairly curious person - and I found evidence that convinced me he was shot in the head and that it was made to look like a suicide. Vince Foster was using his own personal swiss bank account, just as Hillary was using her own personal mail server. When he was found dead, this man who had been a prominent member of the Clinton Democrat Administration, had his death investigated by the United States Park Police. His suicide note , found torn up in his briefcase, mentioned Hillary Clinton by name. I never believed it to have been a suicide note.
I believe he was an innocent man, and that he was killed.

At the moment in the town hall when a good African American man who had escaped death row, a man named Ricky Jackson, who stood before Hillary Rodham Clinton - after having served 39 years for a crime he did not commit - an Ohio man who stood free when over 150 others had died by the state's hand - I feel she heard the words of another man who said that the government should never be in the business of murdering its own citizens.


At that moment, I felt, the footsteps were walking away from statecraft, and in her hesitation, and her thought -when at last she allowed her heart to speak to her - even if she did not speak it to the rest of the crowd.

I feel that, and I could be wrong on this - on March 13, 2016, to herself, and herself alone - Hillary Rodham Clinton made the decision to end her political career. She may have some role to play in future administrations, but I think she finally saw the human cost, and she heard the footsteps, and she decided , to herself, that it was all too much.

And if she did, then I respect her for that. If she did not, that's ok. I could be wrong. But for me , at least, as someone who basically has to live by my guts - there was no mistaking the look in her eye. She saw the ghost of Vince Foster.

I do not write this to disparage her or accuse her husband of Murder. I simply see a connection between her, and her old friend - all human life is precious. Every life matters. No life is meaningless.

I know she knows every point of the letter that Vince Foster was writing. I know she agrees with him. I wonder if she knows who tore it all up. I think she does know who tore up that letter.