Zombie Drive-by Liberty is earned through eternal vigilance

12Aug/112

Regeneration

The time of the fiction is

completing for now. We grew tired

travelling the path of our culture, and for

a time were enticed to dream of triangles.

The moment of the trilogy, the beginning,

middle and end is passing, for a time. Say

goodbye to the happily ever after, the

fantasy of perfection, at best a

momentary rule of rigid wish,

allowed by a temporary

disconnection from

a complex

reality.

And

out of

boredom

the journey is

being sought again,

to continue with the road

that changes but does not end.

For a long time we'll revel in the parts

we had missed, how highwaymen said we

could trust them as we rested, and then stole

the burden we didn't know was making us tired.

We will smile as they go, those ones who try to

fight others, and may be qualified to do so if

they ever finish struggling with themselves.

13Jun/111

Some kinda way out of here

It's important to regularly check to see if we're standing on certain ground, because if you're really exploring you're probably not where most people usually walk. The next step might be off a cliff, especially considering that the creatures that tried to fence you in also had confusing road signs put up, and yes, the bullshit vendors do deliveries too.

The perhaps unwitting father of modern bullshitting tactics, Saul Alinsky, said that “One acts decisively only in the conviction that all the angels are on one side and all the devils on the other.” If we want our world back, we need to ignore that rule. It doesn't seem to ever be as simple as demons and angels, or heroes and villians, but the kind of people who would take everything for themselves and only think about others enough to avoid getting caught in the act, have had the luxury of never having to think or feel that far.

For a long time we've increasingly given over our thoughts and our lives to whoever had the ability to shout into our souls the loudest. From somewhere we got the image of a spotless and perfect hero, and it's driven us to be terrified of failure. So we've avoided confrontation with what we felt was wrong, because it was convenient and everyone was doing it. We've had twisted and ruined versions of our own ideas and our own lives sold back to us, which we gave up in good faith to the wrong people when it wasn't simply taken away, and we've been weakened to the point where the darkness could take us over if we decided we wanted to be part of it.

There might always be a chunk of the population who need to be told what to do because somehow they've become convinced that they're not qualified to lead the life they've been gifted, and they may continue to be led against their own best interests. But an inkling of a whisper from the hairs standing up on the back of my neck suggest that once you reclaim your own life, not much can stand in your way.

13May/110

To the country formerly known as Palestine

I've actually looked into it and it doesn't seem that anyone really knows what the term "Jew" is supposed to mean, maybe you do. It doesn't really denote a religious affiliation, an ethnicity or apparently a common goal. The only thing really attached to it is a kind of Katamari Damacy-like history of picking up people who apparently like calling themselves names. That's fine, it's your term, you have fun with it.

As I'm sure you've noticed, there is quite a bit of disapproval against "the Jews", even more than usual. This is just an awakening populace trying to find out who stole everything, including that nailed down and the nails, while they were sleeping. You know, cleaned out and collapsing monetary system and expanding world war, and all that. I'm sure you'll excuse the case of mistaken identity having been applied by the groggy general population, which is understandable since a lot of the thieving bastards responsible have taken to calling themselves "Jews" and your country is apparently run by a bunch of murdering fuckheads, though that last part is hardly unique as far as countries these days go.

So be vigilant for an infestation that has been going around. Labels, as we've established, are inadequate to identify the problem that is plaguing our Earth neighbourhood, so it's better to identify them by their actions, which in broad strokes are these: Starting wars and then blaming someone else, selling the weapons of war, loaning the money to buy the weapons, printing the money to loan to buy the weapons, and loaning the printed money to the government to loan to buy the weapons (???).

If you see anyone behaving in this fashion, don't give them any attention because that's really all they're after.

Your neighbour,
Earth

26Apr/116

El gusano

That the mass media is employed by the sad people of this world is nothing new to the content of this site. How this system of lies and false promises used to work, and still does for some, was by ensuring that the wrong path of least resistance was in full supply. It would draw too much attention to censor everything, and so things slip through that would take root and eventually crack the turd we're meant to worship wide open.

Anyone who's ever drilled a hole knows that if it happens to go off mark for whatever reason, drilling essentially the same hole a few millimetres to one side or at a slightly different angle is not easy since the drill bit will tend to fall into the already defined error. Not impossible is it though, with patience and the correct application of slight force. Clearly, if you've been paying someone else to drill your holes for you, you've missed out on a good opportunity for enlightenment.

And so was our civilisation once impaled by the worm, that bored through our conciousness and pushed its shit out right to where we lived, slept and ate, that there was no place left to run but the inner realms where the answers were waiting all along. The intent was to fill our heads with useless trivia, lies and solutions to problems we didn't have until someone convinced us we did. For those of us who've had its colourful pictures in our faces and in our minds for as long as we can remember, letting go of it is a process. It takes work to prime the old brain again to chew solid foods, so that you can get back your own creative abilities and imagination.

You might as well get mad at the sky for raining than to get angry at the worm for being a worm, or at the creatures that secreted it. In fact, it might be beneficial to thank the worm for fattening itself off of what we apparently didn't need, and for helping us build an immunity to its like. Right before we cast it to the side, and watch what manner of creature comes to eat it.

20Apr/110

Mister banker by Debt in the Boardroom

There's not much more to be said for our so-called society on life support (which you could google translate to late pre-collapse Bullshittian as "stimulus") than I have already, and I don't want to muddy the waters going over my own footsteps. The problem, in a broad sense, was that most people saw the "bad" things that happened in life as something to be avoided rather than something to be learned from. Another systemic fault, quite connected, was the idea that everything people didn't want to do would be farmed out to whoever was desperate or corrupt enough to do it. Strange that things turned out this way, because the fox promised to, for real, take good care of the hen house.

Similarly, I suspect that not much more news shall be spouting forth from this teat, because it's not news. Secret memos expose link between oil firms and invasion of Iraq. Thanks, The Independent! Let's arrange a rally and make placards expressing our utter surprise. The fact that it made the news isn't even news, because now that the industrial-military-media-etc cabal fell off its host like ticks off a dog—sucked full of a thick fluid that looks suspiciously like crude oil—they want everyone to ignore them and lynch the idiots they installed in government. This is what happens when people listen to whoever shouts the loudest instead of employing their own abilities of determining the truth. By the way, Wikipedia says: "The adult female tick needs a large 3 day blood meal from [the host] before she can reproduce and lay her 2000 or more eggs." Yeah.

What happens from here will be individual, personal choices. Do we learn from this and enable ourselves to identify this kind of behaviour, or do we appoint a council of watchers to do it for us and thereby lose the ability altogether? Just like I can't decide that for anyone but myself, I can't decide for anyone how they will engage themselves in the decline of the current empire. What I do know is that there's a saying in my language that goes: Mix yourself with the bran, and the pigs will eat you.

12Feb/110

The fearful war minority

The modern state of israel was excreted strategically in the middle east to generate animosity in the surrounding region, because without perpetual war, there is a certain kind of bastard that does not have the skills required to feed itself. Yes, yes, holocaust, I know. Heil Hitler, and all that. Very sad, says the unending stream of burnt offering documentaries. But let us place hi-story aside for a moment and concentrate on a manifestation that actually, you know, exists. Something we can affect.

What's left of palestine is well understood in some circles as the world's largest open air prison camp, while some so-called arab states have been complacent in maintaining the opposing wall if it meant the war economy stayed perked up. War apologists, citizen propagandists and all manner of bullshit mercenaries work from a manual that only seems to have a handful of strategies in it, and I suppose it's a good thing that our tolerance for reruns and remakes is what it is, because a certain amount of concentration is required to distinguish the first light of freedom from between the many tangled strands of lies. Not all israelis support the actions of their whore state, as not all palestinians support the actions of their puppet government. The line of truth lies ultimately in that any israeli who disagrees can leave when they want, while the palestinians are not allowed to escape the murder lab.

Whether a person identifies as jew, arab, asian, black, white, or any other flavour we can think of, though, the distinction is largely an academic one and not pertinent to the situation, when an undeniable minority of all seem to need war to survive, and their intolerance and hate makes them indistinguishable. Essentially the defence from both sides always comes down to "they started it," and perhaps it's better that I cannot make them see the irony of their words, because without the hard lesson waiting for people who insist on indulging their darkest impulses, they might forget what they learned again tomorrow.

The unending war of the middle east is what I would be intensely ashamed of if I ever had to tell aliens about the planet I come from, and I would not be surprised at that "holy crap" look from from them, nor if they subsequently asked me, in polite terms, to please not defecate on the floors of their vessel.

3Feb/110

Conspiracy reality

The accumulated propaganda against the phrase "conspiracy theorist" is failing, but it's the strength of it which I found perhaps the most surprising of all. I discovered that many intelligent people—the likes of which hang out at places like Slashdot, or even busy themselves on Reddit trying to make others understand that the actions of israel against palestine are inhuman—are unable to cross the proverbial Rubicon into that sort of territory where they could be accused of theorising about conspiracies.

"Just about everyone except me is stupid," is what they've been told, and to them every action on planet earth can be explained from that basis alone. If the economy fails like it has many times before, it is simply because those in charge don't know what they're doing. This is not even to mention the broken logic of the voting public. A case could be made for this kind of behaviour, because there must be a certain kind of honour and nobility in being meek enough to be food for something else. Cows are generally defenceless, yet are very useful for their plodding strength, which is why Hinduism regards them as sacred, gentle souls. There is also a undeniable fear of being removed from one's peers that is employed in the conspiracy theorist meme, and I can't blame others for their choices, because that fear has never had an opportunity to really find a hold on me. Truthfully I've always been a bit crazy (our new word for not assuming everything you're told is true), and throughout my life I have found it more important to be true to what I believe than to have friends who are only acquainted with a façade I could generate.

I've met the most amazing people, greater than myself, in the freedom movement. To be there they also have had to be true to themselves beyond where society would nominally allow, but also because they were shown a world where an organised group with all the resources and social control must be opposed by those lone souls who necessarily have none of these things. It is a battle of near-impossible odds, and in it many of us finally found an enterprise worth engaging in.

I've been thinking about what my part is that I could do to make this world a better place to live in, because writing about it has been a start, but ultimately inadequate. No kind of employment I know of is a worthy endeavour, because the corporate environment by design inevitably moves toward the interests of profit, and after a certain point that imperative becomes more accurately identifiable as theft. Give a man a fish or teach a man to fish is key to serving others in their best interests, and this sheds much light on the goals of so-called charity. What happens anywhere these charitable organisations operate is; first the grain prices fall through the floor because the market is flooded with hand-outs. Farmers in that area lose their livelihoods, and of course the market for land goes into the toilet because nobody wants it. You can guess who then buys it up at a bargain because you don't get to be filthy rich by acquiring things honestly. It's just one of the many ways that people are made to lose their self-sufficiency and their land, and at least the great bulk of humanity must be lauded for not even being able to conceive of such a level of evil.

9/11 is the loose thread anyone can pull to unravel the tapestry of bullshit we've all been wrapped up in, and without such a glaring mistake I don't doubt that most of us would still be lost in uncertainty. It's something that had to happen to bring an increasingly loving and peaceful world to war, and you can admire life its elegance in bringing to the fore the unfinished garbage that necessarily has to be revealed for us to move on. WTC7 is the clear and unambiguous smoking gun of this latest in a long line of false flags, going in the face of all we're still allowed to know about the laws of physics. Get it while it's legal.

There is only the correct way to honestly evaluate what happened on 9/11, and everything else like glaring omissions and flat-out lies in the official accounts and investigations is an optional extra, unnecessary to determine that some group must have conspired to spur another profitable war. Using even the most accepted methods of crime investigation implicates those with motive, and the events that have transpired since then points clearly to arms manufacturers and oil companies. The former cannot exist in a state of peace, and the latter cannot exist with an acceptance of truth. I've often thought about producing a satire to illustrate the absurdity of this world, but ultimately nothing can match the satirical finesse of what we're meant to believe.

31Jan/110

World Whore 3.0

The truth is everywhere and it's free, but some assembly is required. The problem is people don't like doing stuff, and when I say people, I include you and I, because we're the sheeple. We get bored of things because of the same mechanism that allows us to spot a green leaf in a pile of brown ones, and helps us pretend that the moment that just passed still exists. We also generally don't like being wrong, because that may make us seem ridiculous.

What happened is that, one day, some men showed up and suggested we should trade some of that bread for this bit of shiny rock they found. Some speculate whether these men emerged like that, top hat and all, from the ass hole of the planet. Today the world is starting to run out of bread, and we don't even have the rocks any more. We long ago started using little pamphlet vouchers which represent a certain amount of the rocks, but by now the stamped papers only represent a value inversely proportional to the amount of them in circulation. While the food keeps getting harder to come by, the amount of good toilet paper wasted on this endeavour keeps increasing, and the real value of this idea called money keeps getting smaller. It may be possible that these things are connected.

We're slow learners, though. We've known that the emperor has no clothes since the 1300s, and most of us still don't get it. In comic fashion, the new lie has gotten more impossible to stop the more we've invested in it, until now we're forced to watch it blow up in our faces. That's where the shit that's hitting the fan is coming from. I suspect that it's landing on the arab states first because israel is our modern day faecal super volcano, and that's the direction the wind is blowing. The original israeli eruption probably didn't make it to the news because the atmosphere over there has apparently always been shitty and people didn't notice the change.

If you follow any of the more accepted news networks, you may know that you're now authorised to really start trembling in your boots, because something called the muslim brotherhood™ is taking over the arab world. Look anywhere else, however, and you may realise that the people doing the actual work out there don't actually appear to give a shit about any of that crap, and may in fact just be bone tired of watching their children go to bed hungry. Look at history, and you may learn that it has been relatively easy to make people go to war by first inducing famine, and now more than ever the beast needs to be satiated. When the teevee news starts talking about food shortages in a self-destructing economic environment where you can speculate on food prices like you can on tulips, software companies and badly built houses, you can be sure that it's going to happen.

We may witness israel being turned into the world's largest glass quarry soon, because like world trade center 7, that's probably where all the bodies are buried. What you're not supposed to realise then, is it's just a way to grease the wheels for another cycle of jewtopia. It doesn't work so well any more to accuse someone of being an anti-semite when they accuse you of stealing, so the term may go all 2.0 on us. They may actually execute six million jews this time or they may not, but you can bet it'll be the ones they don't like. From the looks of their apparent lack of ability to like anything, it might be the entire population, and as a bonus they get to blame all the people that accused them of stealing.

The best part is that there are no tragedies in life, and natural disaster is a bit of an oxymoron. We may think all this is important and that we're special, but we're just another manifestation of life, and the only part of us that is immortal is what is constantly changing. If we do decide to let ourselves be destroyed by another war we've been sold, or we eventually just work ourselves to death, it will be nothing but the experienced hand of natural selection telling us we should maybe try again in a few thousand years.

25Dec/100

Asshole day

The problem is that we currently live in upside-down land, bizarro world. The biggest criminals, doing the most heinous deeds including mass murder by war and starvation, are protected behind ah-fuck-it levels of red tape and plausible deniability. People are allowed to know that the most successful political campaigns are the well-funded ones, and then get all puffed up and surprised when the elected officials go with the interest of big business against the stated will of the people every single time they think they can get away with it. The most legal and accepted drugs are the most dangerous and profitable ones, while the most demonised and illegal ones are those with the highest risk of pulling your head from your ass.

The problem is that we celebrate one day in the year when it's the season to be jolly and nice to each other, while for all the other ones it's widely accepted that those are the days that everyone is meant to steal as much as they can from each other and be utterly miserable about it. There are enough people taking antidepressants that they're finding it in the drinking water, and all the questions of "why, why, why?" are drowned out by the loudness of "please sir, may I have some more?". Earth's most celebrated day is the birth of earth's most famous martyr, whom everyone supposedly looks up to but almost no-one listens to. It doesn't matter that the celebration is done by lining the pockets of the most usurious and gutless scum to ever walk the earth and that no one actually lives by the lessons that Jesus attempted to teach us, because it's the thought that counts. In a world of make-believe money, hard and soft, where a mental flat line is as common as Colon Cola™, thoughts are the only currency people can still believe in.

In the age where reason has returned to nature, be it tomorrow or in a thousand years, we may well spend one day instead attempting to remember the utter desolation and suffering that can be visited upon a planet when people turn "it's not my problem" into their creed. On asshole day, kids would try to duck little turds bursting from a rothschild piñata, and attempt to loop the noose around the banker, wearing a blindfold made from the precipitated catatonia of humanity. On asshole day, everyone would choke down a glass of piss and then form groups to discuss how much they enjoyed it, because that's how it was done in the old days.

23Dec/104

It’s time for a meltdown

Life's gone a bit weird. Ever since I changed my perception a while back, it's been 50/50 that this might actually be a season of the Truman show. When I changed my mind that time, the world responded by changing itself, and it's a really strange chicken and egg thing because I can't really tell which came first. Life as a whole is clearly into all those chicken and egg things, and I suppose it doesn't really matter which came first because both are delicious. The theme in my life following that has been unfinished business, and I've been occupied with being shown bits of myself and my memory so that they may be re-evaluated to determine their new worth and meaning.

I don't know that I've had one original thought in my life. Something tells me there are as many ways to an awakening as there are people, and I've cobbled together an image of a revolution from little bits of existence and many parts that rang true for me from movies and certain teevee show(s) impersonating movies. Battlestar Galactica appealed to me on a base level, so much so that it in fact may have been written just for me. Indeed: "From the moment I open my eyes, she's in my blood, like cheap wine. Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret. I'll never be free of her, nor do I want to be. For she is what I am, all that is, should always be." Remakes are the defining characteristic of our generation, and it's definitely worth wondering if our world PC is running a shitty OS when you read that they're rebooting Spider-Man. I've heard that Galactica may well have been commissioned by the military. If that's the case I'd say that they frakked up, but maybe they really didn't. I've distanced myself from it and other ideas out of media recently, and I don't rely so much any more on the familiar old paths they set. Clearly.

Marijuana is a really strange drug. It helps you relax by making you paranoid, and allows you to focus on the inner stillness by making thoughts more uncontrollable. You can see here how the brain forms and removes connections, and I'm fairly certain that the sacred 'erb gives ideas a shakedown by submitting them to the earthquake test. I like to think that fundamental truths have slipped into the world media like cannabis has slipped into our culture, against the wishes and worst efforts of the mammonite powers that were. At the same time, it's probably also healthy to wonder whether we've been programmed in these same ways. If this were true, there should be no way to tell whether we've been defeated by a higher power.

Advertisements for banks would have us believe that every life is sacred and precious, and yet people are apparently satisfied with pissing their unique little snowflake existence away on a manufactured version of some approved cookie cutter template, toiling their hours through on monotonous tasks to enrich those very same banks. Some people like their jobs, and I hold out the idea of a worthwhile 9-5 occupation as a statistical possibility. Then again, some people like getting pissed on too. It seems that people generally avoid straying off the familiar routes in fear of possibly being wrong, and in this way they cling to old habits and the investment they see in all the things they've learned. When you detach from your little personal drama and lift your nose from the grindstone, it becomes evident that your life is one among billions. Then it's no longer such a tragedy that you could turn out to be wrong, as you will many times, when the reward could be an experience and understanding that enriches your life and that of everyone you come into contact with. Either way, it will soon be evident whether the fight against seemingly unbeatable odds was/is worth it. In the end I suppose it all comes down to whether you want to be a spectator of your life or a participant.