Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Something that Crawled out There and Died.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I know I've said it all before. Still it rises in my mind nearly daily... I do not have to summon it. It appears in the middle of my road like a great big bloated and stinking corpse. It's bloated and stinking because it has been rotting for some time. It is the capacity of the American public and portions of other cultures here and there where the rot has also taken hold, to accept and believe total, transparent lies, which, it would seem to me, by this time have the overwhelming support and backing of many another total and transparent lie. There has been more than a decade of total and transparent lies. Some of these lies are outrageous. They resemble the tall tales of earlier times; legends about Paul Bunyans and all kinds of other happy horseshit. These tales are more crazy and insane than the most imaginative UFO hallucinations.

The image of totally duped and deluded dumbasses chanting “USA, USA, USA”, fills me with horror. How can they not know, given all of the things that have happened over more than the last decade? We can go back to the first World Trade Center bombing, we've got Waco and Ruby Ridge. We've got Oklahoma City and the Murrah Building. There's the Israeli inspired destruction of the World Trade Center and attendant damages in other locations in the same time frame. We've got the terrible devastation of the incredible shrinking Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, now Syria. There's a collective cost of millions of lives, lost and or displaced. It goes on and on, in all its gruesome, loathsome ugliness. Most all of it comes down to bankers who have made their profits in the most hideous ways; men like Rockefeller, The Rothschild and other Tribe centric banking families, George Soros, the Koch Brothers, that gambling goblin, Sheldon Adelson. In the background, are all those players in the vast Tribe conspiracy against the human race, which they are not members of, men like Lauder and Bronfman and a host of other players all devoted to massive thefts and oppressions of the rest of us.

I haven't been to the mainland U.S. In 17 years. I have no idea what it is like on the streets these days. I get a view through the internet and I hear from people who are there and the news is uniformly bad. Most of the people I hear from are going through all kinds of changes. There has long been the specter of a Summer of Rage that sooner or later is set to emerge in many places. Greece, Cyprus, Spain and Italy are all tinderboxes and certainly America is, as well as the UK. So much is dancing on a cliff's edge. The money men and bankers are completely possessed by the big demons of Greed and various twisted desires that have put them in the territory of the damned.

I am seriously perplexed and mystified by the hypnotic trance that so many, many people are in. Often, in the course of history, different generations replace the ones that came before them and there is a general trend of consciousness that pervades through that generation and answers the call of the times. Often the call is nothing more than some artifice of the bankers, or sordid and pornographic patriotism that is whipped up to send waves of canon fodder into bloody trenches, scorpion infested wildernesses and hot, humid jungles, filled with all kinds of dangers. Lives are ended or destroyed. Those orchestrating these conflicts care nothing at all about the ones they send to their doom. They are some kind of alien species. It's altogether possible that they are in various states of possession by infernal entities. That would explain a lot. It explains how they can do things that no one with a conscience would even consider.

I have to say that this mystery, which puzzles me by the day, has been something I cannot solve or understand. The country of America is falling apart. There is extremity and want in all directions. There is a rising police state, composed of ruthless thugs, who operate on orders from a shitty little country in the Middle East, that has hijacked and corrupted every semblance of law and order. The rich have become obscenely rich and the poor have become obscenely poor. The Middle Class, the glue that holds any culture and country together has all but disappeared. There are a host of glaring, screaming evidences that demand recognition and attention. They don't get much of any of that; “USA, USA, USA”!

Reports are coming out of The Gulf of Mexico that there are very few residents beneath the water. The dreadful toll of this worst environmental disaster that America has ever seen, goes on apace. It is worse than we have been told and it is worse than we know. The Queen of England apparently has a major investment in BP, through a variety of shell companies, interlocking directorships and all types of subterfuge laden efforts, that conceal things from the general public. Crime is the name of the game these days. There are no rules any longer. There is the appearance of rules for those not privileged with the power to break them any time they like. There is the force of selective law and selective prosecution that is in place to constrain and inhibit the operations of entrepreneurs, who are not members of the club. As we look back over the long course of history, we can see that there have always been evil people doing dastardly things, among the unwitting and inattentive. These days there is a bumper crop of them.

There's some kind of rampant contagion of different viruses. There's the fixated, self interest virus. There’s the dumber than a rock virus. There's the bizarre, religious obsession virus. There's the pathological, sexual virus that mutates into more and more deranged forms of expression as people's contact with their essential nature all but disappears. There are a whole lot of viruses, courtesy of this Day of the Triffids, courtesy of this Invasion of the Body Snatchers. I don't know what to make of it. I look at it all in awe, as if it can't be happening but it is happening and there are only so many of us who are tuned in to the absurdity of it all. The rest of the population are trapped in some strange holding pattern.

Years have gone by. Months go by. The hours rotate around the clock. Nothing changes except to get worse. There isn't anything that I can see to do beyond what I am doing. Is Nature going to flame in varieties of outrage because it can no longer stand the presence of that bloated and stinking carcass at the intersection on Main Street? Will the hand of the invisible finally make its long awaited appearance and strike down the malefactors wherever they are? Will some tsunami of awakening, sweep up into the hearts and minds of the formerly, comatose public. 'We shall see or perhaps we shall not see', seems to be the mantra of the moment.

I've run out of things to say. I have called attention to conditions. I've said my piece for the day. Now it's your turn. I don't think anyone has any more detailed answers to the big question, that so far, none of us seem able to answer. We'll just have to see what's up around the bend. Sooner or later, something will be.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: The eponymous Les Visible Music Album♫ Love Goes Home Alone ♫
'Love Goes Home Alone' is track no. 9 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album

Lyrics (pops up)

The eponymous Les Visible Music Album


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