Saturday, April 27, 2013

Not Your Usual Penisinshula's Swimmimng Like Telepathic Dolphins.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your music never be lame and shit.

Well you got your Kohrean Penisinhula, if ya know what I meee\un. I got a Penisinshula too but I don't use it much anymore. I'm pretty sure it still works, though I would have to take it for a test run to see, Probably someone will come along humming, “I got a Ticket to Ride” Hopefully it's not a guy and hopefully I'm not humming “I got a Ticket to Ride” at the time. Even more hopefully, I hope it's not Rob in WI listening to one of my songs and humming “MacArthur Park at the time”. I don't want any sweet green icing flowing down on me, just because someone left the cake out in the rain, or no green aliens pissing in my ear and telling me it's rain (oops, personal dialog alert!! You'll probably have to go to the recent Smoking Mirrors comment section to see what I'm talking about.

Speaking about my terrible music, Rob, you might want to skip this section, I'm wondering if this film, “Searching for Sugarman” is any kind of parallel to why I never got anywhere with my music so far, except for my really bad engineering skills. Oldboy, if you still read here, I'm ready to go now. Sooo.......

What was I going to talk about today? Possibly this? It might cause me to wonder if it has anything to do with Germany wanting its gold back and not getting it for 7 years; “Like a Penisinshula sticking out into troubled hindquarters, I will ride you down...” Please let this be a deterrent, or at least a quick and effective response and let us hope Iran has plenty of them too. Let us hope Iran has plenty of them and that at least one of them gets shot right up John Kerry's ass, with a Heinz Ketchup prelude in Mideast Minor. Don't you just love it when the world's biggest smallest creep cabal, behaves even worse than you expect they usually behave? I just saw a new example of this over at Michael Rivero's What Really Happened site. This is what they've done to you America. This is something one really needs a Penisin (Don)shula or somewhere to put one in order to understand; I guess that means all of us. Here is something that will work for you if you are like The Strawman in “The Lizard of Oz”; “If I only had a brain”. This came out by a Paul Joseph Watson who got mentioned as a disinfo agent, which I never knew before. I did not get mentioned, probably because I make such bad music (grin). Damn! I beat that dead horse so bad that it got up and ran away like some kind of Penisaur (it's only 99 cents and there's no singing) was after it. Visible - Big God and Mr FateMr. Visible understands the American public. So... they went right from Boston to Colorado. Is there no one to free me of this meddlesome priest. That's something to keep in mind when you think of no one being able to free you of meddlesome priests. I can hear all kinds of altar boys crying out in the not so Silent Nights of the sacristy running from real life Penisin (Don) Shulas. We're all running from something, real or imaginary and some of us are stuck in the world's material flypaper. Am I funny yet?

This is probably why they are stuck on that flypaper. It's not like you don't have to be dumber than a rock not to get it all. You would really have to be dumb, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? ♫I've got many Penisinshula's to cross...♫ Oh yeah! I guess it's something like being caught between a dick and a hard place and I don't mean a one eyed monk, masquerading as a private eye.

Have you enjoyed coming here as much as I have making it possible? I'd like to think you have and that we can struggle one more day for many days, as we see all of these telepathic porpoises of demonstration swimming through the subterranean waters of our nightly dreams.

I keep getting flashbacks to places I've been, or think I've been. Maybe I was dreaming or maybe it is all the redundancy redux. On and on it goes. It's gone on past every stage ever built in the Theater of the Absurd. Every evening you can see hordes of meddlesome priests waiting to get in, or waiting at the switching yard for the Midnight Transvestite Train to come in on its late night mail run.

It will take some number of us, committed enough to make all of this stop. It won't take anything like a majority of us. There's no point in being a voice crying in the wilderness unless you've got some four part harmony happening. I'm not talking about a skinhead barbershop quartet.

Our long awaited community is forming up now in the most beautiful new place I have never been to yet, with the helpful collaboration of the very best new friend I haven't met yet, an unmatchable snake charmer, who's looking for the land as I write these words. Once established, all of you still in your right minds are invited to join us. Maybe someone will even send me back my moccasins, if they're not using then and we can dance in The Midnight Hour, as telepathic dolphins swimming in our own subterranean dreams. Most days I can hear real dolphins, crying out in the inky BP waters, of a dying Gulf of Mexico. For some reason they speak to me and have done so steady, since they all showed up at our place in Italy, during my crazy nights and days a few years back. ♫What a long strange trip it's been♫ with lot's of ♫Ripples on still waters♫ and no pebbles tossed from this end; so as not to be causing any imbroglios. I always like it when those readers, in search of new words that they haven't gotten before, run into one.

My dear readers, those of you who have stuck by me and don't hate my music or poetry too much (Man I can hear that dead (w)horse galloping, snorting in the still wintry days, of this new global warming ice age. We will have that community if I can get my (not a water) moccasins back.

Let's make this short and not too sweet, before whatever I am on kicks in (grin)


End Transmission.......


There will be a radio show tomorrow night!

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

An Open Letter to the Police Commisioner of Boston.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Brother Edward Davis, you don't know me. I am not a Boston boy, I was born in Jersey City, New Jersey. Typically, I ought to be a Jets or Giants fan, but I like The Patriots. I don't know what happens when Bellicheck and Brady leaves. That's the way of the world though, because I used to be a Bear's fan because I liked Mike Ditka. Loyalties change, can change, over time. We love our sports heroes because we can vicariously live through them. We want to think we could make that pitch, throw that pass, make that run. Sports are sort of a metaphor of life. Sports heroes give us, in action, examples of qualities, we would all like to possess.

Boston is a big part of me, as is the scorpion tail coast all the way to Provincetown. My daughter was born at Beth Israel Hospital. Eating Boston Clam Chowder in Fanuieul Hall, is one of my favorite things.

You are a policeman of high rank. I know all about deals in high places but... I take you as a man of honor and duty and I have walked your streets from Cambridge to Southie. I know how high toned the town can be and I know about The Combat Zone. I've been to the soiree and to the slums and then some.

I'm what you might consider an outlaw. I'm not a criminal, I just prefer my own choices of mind medicine to the ones that the corporations push. I understand your position. I know all about quid pro quo. Indeed I do. I know why some things are illegal and why others are not and I also know that the things that are legal, are often more harmful than the things that are not. However, you and I are brothers of a kind. We are both in pursuit of the truth I am not some street junkie or anyone involved in the sale and transfer of such things.

I know you got your districts, like New York does, or did, with Mulberry Street. I know you have a lot on your plate at the moment; probably do at any moment but... someone just thrashed one of your most enduring traditions, The Boston Marathon. It's the oldest tradition of it's kind.

It was a surgical strike, professionally delivered but... giving all the appearances of an amateur effort, by some independent operatives with a grudge. The truth is that this was done by a collective, collaboration between Mossad and the CIA and probably including the thoroughly corrupt FBI. This is a continuation of 9/11, 7/7 and the Madrid train station bombings. All of these were also done by the same people. I ask you to read this. Read it carefully through. Don't dismiss it as tinfoil hat wearing conspiracy nonsense. We are past that point now, are we not? Nothing else makes sense! It's right there and verifiable on the internet for you to read IF you have the stones to go there. I think you do. There is so much, so very, very much... that points the finger ALWAYS in the same direction.

The truth is, my brother, you are dealing with psychopaths. I understand this phenomena differently than you do. That is why you are a police commissioner and I am a not very successful artist/outlaw. We approach our perspective from different angles. You see things I don't see and I definitely see things you don't see. You are constrained by a chain of command. I am a bit more flexible.

Now, my brother, I can through the sheer force of irrefutable evidence, prove my case. You, my brother, unlike Rudolph Giuliani, are not completely compromised. By this, I mean, complicit. I think you have some degree of honor and integrity. There's something about Boston that brings things out in men where they truly rise to the occasion, or go into the fate of Cardinal Wolsey. There is something about Boston that brings out the best and the worst in people on all kinds of levels. I hope the best comes out of you my brother.

To put it simply and I can prove it out. There is a convincing argument that says, “What happened at the Boston marathon was a false flag action. You will not find your terrorists by shutting down your city and frisking the residents. You need to go look at Mossad and the CIA. You need to look at these intelligence services. You need to ask yourself, is it possible that this behemoth, uncatchable, unkillable; this Jack in the Box, Bin Laden, who won't stay in his coffin; making Baron Samedi appearances every time 'there is a need', might not be just an artistic construct of the same thing again and again: AND THEN it turns to what?

Every time this shit goes down, you round up the usual suspects and put them through the process. C'mon! The catamite mainstream press admits that you are looking in the wrong direction. One of our most trenchant and gifted writers spells out the tone and tenor of the matter. This is not idle chatter and that is an accidental rhyme. You are being played. All the good and decent men in your department are running around looking for something that isn't there. You are a man of honor. I hear a lot about the police in America these days. Quite often they resemble mindless thugs whose only function is to protect corporate interests. Surely you have seen that the Wall Street Bankers have looted the public wealth. If you don't go after the real criminals, you spend your hours, watching or chasing people who happen to be around.

This is not a drill. Comprende? It doesn't occur to you that every time these things happen there is always a drill going on at the same time? Look at the evidence! Every damned time it happens- there is a training exercise or drill. Does 9/11 ring a bell? Some among The Tribe, like the aforementioned writer are trying to change the schematic. We are at the precipice! Stop mugging the public and go after the ones who are trying to turn your world into a prison camp. Arrest your false leaders! Go into their offices and boardrooms, chambers and sessions and arrest them. Those are the criminals. These are the men and women who did and do these things.

“Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty”. Semper Fi! on all levels. I wasn't a Marine but I am an officer in the Army of God and I am capable of every effort to accomplish it.

What I would ask of you my brother and equal is, do you want to know who did this deed on your turf.

My brother, I believe you would like to step forward but you fear for your family. I will bet there are many high ranking police and less high ranking. I will bet there are many military personnel, high ranking and less ranking. I believe there are many civil servants of high rank and of low rank who think, suspect and some, by this time know and truly believe that they have been deceived. Your worst enemies are not outside. They are inside. They do not care about you. Those of you who serve the people in the corridors of power, now is the hour for all of you to come forward in whatever way you may to shine alight upon the darkness that threatens to swallow us all. I will not fall or fail. You must not fall or fail.

The time has come when we can no longer entertain these vampire beasts upon the neck of the nation. They have looted the till and they mean you ill. Will you simply bend and go down into ignominious subjugation and death or will you rise up and demand a change? If true change cannot come by negotiation then it must be taken back and it can be taken back by stepping back and saying, “I will not kiss your foul hand any longer. I will not sell out my integrity in order to live a life that has no meaning without it. Commissioner, all you commissioners and principalities in high places, please come into the embrace of the unfolding graces. If life is but a mortal dream then there is no need to live your term in chains. You can lift the collar from around your neck. You put it there yourself, the day you swore to uphold all of the things so cherished that they trampled under their feet.

The time has come.


End Transmission

Saturday, April 06, 2013

Anonymous, are They Real? We Shall See.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It certainly is amazing what those energy companies get away with. Yes, it beggars the imagination; what they do and how they get away with it. There's a comparative moral here, or should I call it a comparative immoral? It seems that the more obscene the profits, the more obscene the behavior. The more depraved the monster, the more monstrously the monster behaves. The stupider the people, drowning in material excess, or more so these days, suffocating in the absence of material needs, the greater the liberties taken by the monsters among us.

Anonymous says that they are going after Israel on April 7th. Here is what they say:

"Good morning. In less than 3 days, elite cyber-squadrons here at #OpIsrael will join others from around the world, and we will be launching the largest internet battle in the history of mankind. Mankind. With the invention of the internet, that word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences any more. We will be united in our common interest. We will once again be fighting for freedom. Freedom from tyranny, oppression, persecution, and from annihilation. We’re fighting for our right to live, to exist, and should we win the day, April 7th will be known as the day when the world declared in one voice, ‘We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on, we’re going to survive."

Israel, on April 7, Expect Us'




I'm told this quote is taken from one of the worst movies I ever saw, "Independence Day". The scene with Judd Hirsch in it (leading some kind of Kumbaya, pro-Tribe, Circle Jerk) as a direct pandering to the Synagogue of Satan made my skin crawl. That is neither here nor there. I know nothing about Anonymous. Many people are mistrustful of them, though I don't know what their basis for that is, since nothing has been proven or documented that they are the same as Wiki-Leaks and the odious Julian Assange. If they are just one more example of the controlled opposition then... why are they promising to strike Israel? If they don't then they out themselves and if they do... Hmmm? I'm choosing to be optimistic. I suppose that could translate into delusional as well but... I like to think on the side of 'angels unseen'. I happen to know that there are many radical and discerning minds in the reverse engineering, so called hacker environment. They don't take easily to government or corporate control. Why shouldn't there be a collective of 'V's appearing out of the woodwork?

Sooner of later the cavalry has to arrive, or are we as doomed as some say we are, or would lead us to believe? I threw my lot in with the rarefied unseen. That might have been propitious on my part, or, once again, delusional. Time will tell and we shall see. We shall see about 'Anonymous' as well.

Maybe I just want to believe. I haven't gotten any definitive hits yet that Anonymous is not what they present themselves as so... I will give them the benefit of the doubt. My sources; once again, solidly present, or delusional, tell me that there is a golden age coming in the aftermath of sweeping change. This sweeping change is going to be horrific in places and almost nonexistent in others. It depends on the lifestyle being demonstrated in each locale.

I'm told that the bad guys and their institutions are going down. I'm told that the specter of their power is a substance-less illusion and only appearing as it does, for the the purpose of creating mind slaves, who do their bidding out of fear, or the hope of some temporary gain.

If we are not light bringers, we are in dark waters. There are some sick and ugly creatures around us, plying their wares. This skell and his delightful family are an example of how twisted people can get. It is almost as if we have gone back in time several hundred years to scenes like this. Meanwhile things aren't going so well where they used to go without a problem, in the process of creating problems. Yes, strange things are happening and these things are similar to the kinds of things Anonymous promises. If you're real Anonymous, consider me an ally and a friend.

I choose to assume the position of "I don't know', until things unknown reveal themselves ...and they will, sooner or later. We now know that Julian Assange is a tool and that Wiki-leaks is a CIA operation.. We know that Alex Jones, Chomsky and Greg Palast are tools. We do not yet know if Anonymous is a tool and until we do, the jury should be out; 'By their works ye shall know them'.

We've had little but bad news for some time. We have grown accustomed to it. We have adapted to it. This continuous bad news has taken hold of our perceptions and put us under the influence of managed perceptions. This had made us unconscious and unwitting participants, in our own prisons of submission to bad information. We have succumbed to the intoxications of the negative. It's not much fun is it? Can we not say that The Sun is the most positive power we know of? Has it not been declared by the wise, across the centuries, that we have an internal sun within us? Is bad a greater force than good? Is that possible, according to the laws of physics? Do we even know what bad and good are? What seemed bad, frightening and threatening at one point, turned into something good at another point. Consider the terror experienced by the primitive at the appearance of thunder and lightning, how they trembled and sought to propitiate the gods that they presumed were expressing themselves through these forces. Later on up the road we had electricity and all of the changes that brought.

It's possible that the laws of physics are only a surface presentation of what is really so. In the realm of metaphysics, other realities might well apply. It could be that things are exactly what you believe them to be and that is why the manipulation of people's perceptions is such a big deal for the dark side. What they tell you is a lie because they are dependent exclusively on lies to further their agenda. This is why they bought the media, entertainment and publishing worlds, with money printed out of thin air because your political representatives gave them this power for a promise of a portion of the swag. They bought everything up with counterfeit money.

There are several ways to look at all of this. You can presume what they want you to think, which is that they are too powerful to stop and that you should just go along with the program and live off the crumbs that fall from their feasting tables, until they decide you should be eliminated from the process or... you could have an unshakeable confidence that all of this is for the 'purpose of demonstration' and that 'everything is under control', for that very purpose. You can just assume that all these high flying fools are being set up for a monumental fall and that the only ones accompanying them into their enduring ignominy, will be those who bought into the bullshit they peddled.

I can't inject the requisite faith and certitude into a barren location; short of a miracle, no one can, You have to be receptive and willing. You have to be a part of the dynamic in order for the dynamic to manifest. If you are not inclined toward the positive; motivated toward the positive, you are automatically routed to the negative. There are all kinds of slackers. It's easy to fall into the general mindset. People are weak, don't know who they are and believe there is safety in a crowd. In times of materialism, the force of desire and the imperatives of appetite, set the tone for the world we live in but they do not have to set the tone for those who have determined they will not go down like a beast to the grave.

It's a personal thing. It is up to us whether we step away from the machinery of our persistent servitude or whether we are milked dry and then tossed aside as drained and desiccated husks. If you are trying to find and or maintain a place in the old world, you will meet the fate of the old world. Where your treasures are is the magnetic destiny of your fate.

Good luck and may good fortune guide your way.


End Transmission.......

The Dreams of Appetite


fast asleep

coiled at the base of life

the love of self and its reflection-



the dreams of appetite...



twined one about the other

one and the same

endless longing for expression

and absorbing

to be reabsorbed and born again



like Nicodemus

the mind asks stupid questions

because

the unknown

is just that



unknown...



and the reality of things always

more simple than we can understand

here

amidst the clamoring of-



the dreams of appetite



oh...for what a length of time...

with nothing to measure itself against

except itself

and emptiness

beneath

the grand empyrean arched

and bottomless

from which falls

the fiery rain



there in the cauldron of confused

and ever changing shape

came forth whatever was wrought

by fear and delight



fantastic beasts

and languorous Venusian witch

to dance

amidst the purity and squalor of-



the dreams of appetite



where is the solid ground?

swallowing sands swell the invisible winds

and serpentine funnels race

through the carnival ruins of

the wreckage left

from the battle for survival in-



dreams of appetite



how we mourn the passing of the patterns

in the kaleidoscopes twist

what special meaning has any one-

among all the rest?



when the colors go

only the backing screen remains

that...is the sum of it....

...across the face of which

parade the wizards and fools who

pursue the mist.



a temporary focus

and uneasy sleep

somewhere...



In dreams of appetite



nowhere to stop

to stop is to forget

beyond galaxies and

beyond that...



homeward past bright angels

whose work is to refine

all circumstance and substance...



guardians of the soul

at that fearsome banquet-

the featureless night

the black table upon which are served-



the dreams of appetite



bardo upon bardo

from Paris to Tibet



elusive spirals

the upward swing into illuminated rooms

where imagination serves us best

but cannot prepare us for

the splendorous rites

performed by those abstaining from-



The dreams of appetite...



far in the unremembered past

there is a music like coursing blood

a shine without shadow

a milk of self forgetting

a rising, rushing wind of living song



it is the provocation of all longing

the unknown source of every want

to be achieved in silence

under lustrous love-hewn stars

when-

silence has

prevailed upon the world

with all it’s might



whatever world there may have been-



in dreams of appetite...




Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ I Love Country Music ♫
'I Love Country Music' is track no. 1 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'


The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible


Radio show tomorrow night at 7 or so Central.

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Man with no Heart, Wishes for a Brain

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be on your face.

Well, in the interest of full disclosure, my leaving here has deeper reasons than have been public until now. The thing is, I've met another woman. She's much, much younger than me but a truly angelic being of high morals and demure persona. She's a gifted writer of cutting edge perception and she's thrown her life and her career into the wind for me. She just came into a lot of money; that doesn't hurt and she'll be relocating with me to take a position in my band. She plays the keyboards. Ultimately though, what attracted me to her is the similarity in our lifestyles. Because of this, she understands me and fully supports my work and whatever it is that I engage in. Sometimes we wake up and don't even know where we are because of the power of the connection. What's so beautiful is that we can often see our connection, coming through the door of this hotel suite in Zurich, where she is presently working through the day on a tome of substances and styles. It's going to be a very successful effort. Here are some pictures of her and a bit of a bio.

Go easy on me. I'm in a very vulnerable state right now, I should mention that Susanne totally approves of this relationship. She has from the start. She says we were made for each other. To paraphrase Lou Gehrig, simply because I might get a word wrong, “today I consider myself one of the luckiest men on Earth:” Rats! Rats! It's April 3rd. I lost 2 days somewhere. Where does the time go? I can feel the days bleeding between my fingers like sand, or even water. Next thing you know, I'm standing on a beach (grin).

Okay, the band plays, “Hail to the Thief” as the figure head chief, for one of the biggest crime organizations in the country, steps out onto the court. Lebron James he ain't. This succinctly sums up the presidency of Horatio Q. Numbnuts, underboss in the Israeli mafia, run by capo di tutti (fruitti) capo, Icepick Netanyahu. He got the nickname from a penchant of his, always followed by the comment, “Do you hear any better now”? Nettie, is affectionately double nicknamed by his adoring supporters with the handle of another famous monster from Loch Ness; Nettie is known as the monster of Tel Aviv. People have trouble understanding what's going on over there, so they've set up an information kiosk in Germany. When they first said the word 'box' in the headline, I was thinking of a pine box, which definitely would have been more fitting. Anyway, they hate Germany because the Germans are intelligent and honest; two qualities that they despise in goyim. Nettie has a little routine he likes to do whenever he is discussing matters that have to do with Goyim handing. He 'll imitate the sound of a whip cracking and start singing ♫Head 'em up move 'em out, Head 'em up, move 'em out, Rawhide!!!♫ One of Nettie's favorite pastimes is shooting skeet in Gaza. They built this large skeet launcher and load Palestinian children, sometimes women, on to it and then the fun begins. Yeehah!

The man with no heart is wishing for a brain, Yes, Dr. Drone Death would like a brain. He probably should go see the wizard. He can't shoot a basketball for shit but but he's definitely ringing the bell up on the big scoreboard of death. The thing about war, like in the drug business and most all criminal enterprises is that the competition always gets better and more inventive too, ♫as time goes by♫

An idea occurred to me about the bankers and politicians. They need a reality TV show because good things can happen. I really don't get why they call something like this a tragedy. It certainly looks more like a blessing to me. Oh yeah, before I forget. As most people coming around here know I am drawn to those insightful and intellectual women and it was a near miss that I made my other choice instead of playing Susie Home-wrecker with this Mensa candidate. I envisioned us talking about Proust and Gide while we sordid out the other details that make most relationships the humid mangrove swamp they become, until rage and disappointment set the place on fire. For those of you deeply interested in this sort of thing, I recommend the right sidebar of this article where you can study the lives and styles of contemporary icons.

Tim Robbins has been in some good flicks. Some of them go under the radar. I don't know if that applies to The Player; an excellent film of the kinds of things that go on in Hollywood but there's this one exchange between Robbins and this other cut throat producer. The other guy says to Robbins, on his mobile phone. “I gotta go, I'm late for an AA meeting”. Robbins replies, “I didn't know you were an alcoholic”. The producer answers, “I'm not but that's where all the important deals are being made these days”. It's an excellent film if you want to give it a shot.

So, why am I all over the map today? I'm trying to give a fractured portrait of the varieties of crazy shit and purposeless lives of those who think they're in the driver's seat. Integrity is a funny thing and it doesn't matter if people think you have it or not. What matters is if you do have it. It was the absence of this very thing (according to my understanding) that Yeats was talking about in that part of the poem where he says “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”, There are all kinds of integrity, like 'structural integrity'. It's an actual power, or place. Without it, several other things go missing that depend on it's presence...

To quote Nietzsche; “those whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad”. That is one of the truest things ever said and you can see it all around you and especially in those who prance about under the spotlight, distinguishing themselves by conspicuous consumption and an operative indifference to the needs of others. When the smoldering rage of the 'pushed beyond endurance' of the public begins to glow with incandescent fury, there are many who will come to know the meaning of things they were disinterested in and oblivious of. There are cosmic laws. There are laws of Nature and there are human laws. When human laws become comical, tragic and absurd, they vibrate off of these other laws and certain archetypes are activated to address the lack of balance. These forces are cyclopean and unwavering in the execution of their basic imperative. Time for a little Lao Tzu;

Lao Tzu

57

“A realm is governed by ordinary acts,
A battle is governed by extraordinary acts;
The world is governed by no acts at all.
And how do I know?
This is how I know.
Act after act prohibits
Everything but poverty,
Weapon after weapon conquers
Everything but chaos,
Business after business provides
A craze of waste,
Law after law breeds
A multitude of thieves.
Therefore a sensible man says:
If I keep from meddling with people, they take care of themselves,
If I keep from commanding people, they behave themselves,
If I keep from preaching at people, they improve themselves,
If I keep from imposing on people, they become themselves.



58

The less a leader does and says
The happier his people,
The more a leader struts and brags
The sorrier his people.
Often what appears to be unhappiness is happiness
And what appears to be happiness is unhappiness.
Who can see what leads to what
When happiness appears and yet is not,
When what should he is nothing but a mask
Disguising what should not be? Who can but ask
An end to such a stupid plot!
Therefore a sound man shall so square the circle
And circle the square as not to injure, not to impede:
The glow of his life shall not daze,
It shall lead”



I couldn’t find the one where he says, basically that people are best off when they are barely aware that their leader exists, worse off when they admire him, worse still when they fear him and it is at its very worst when they despise and ridicule him. Where would you say we are in this present time?

Obviously, the majority of evils on this planet, are being generated by bankers and those seeking maximum profit, without conscience or concern, for the effect of their carnivorous grasping upon other life forms. These evil men and women will engage in anything that will bring them an appreciable return and those things so odious that they cannot possibly attach their names to, they finance and invest in, sub rosa. Once you head down that road into the darkness, there are no limits to what you are capable of. I have never been a part of any of this. I have found it impossible to integrate into it or even to live peacefully alongside it. I have no real interest in it and I won't miss most of it when it goes. It seems to me that the sanest course is to go somewhere where people live in accord with Nature. End of story.


End (of ) Transmission (too).......

Visible sings: Almost A Capella by Les Visible♫ Right Thru My Heart ♫
'Right Thru My Heart' is track no. 5 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
Lyrics (pops up)

Almost A Capella by Les Visible

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