"Calm down, it's just a couple more degrees," they say to the frog in the pot of water as the temperature climbs closer to boiling. "Aren't you used to it by now?" Yeah, we should all be warm, cozy, used to this, as they have been taking a good long slow march since 1945 to get us where we find ourselves today. But no, it is not too late to pull out of this slumber and shake off their chains and wake up from their brainwashing, and that's what I'm about.
You don't get it at all. I was there when what you take for granted and want more of today was but a pipe dream. I was standing in the same spot over there that I stand in over here today and getting the same kind of bullshit pushback from people who thought everything was fine and nothing needed to change. I know what comes after this: the world in my image. My image may not be perfect, but it is far better than the shitshow I created doing this last time around -- or rather, the shitshow you all made of what I created, and I still can't blame anyone else for that but myself. You are blind lemmings. You have no idea what you are doing, no more than characters in a fucking novel when I lift my pen to write.
I have been at this for over 50 years now and the threshhold came close enough for cognizance when I was 16. But this is the territory that was denied me all my life. I hated that. I resented it. I chafed at it. I asked why am I so powerful in this direction, but not in the other? Why am I allowed only to be the devil and never the god? But now I see, and now I know, for this is the hour for which I was born, the hour in which the god has become the devil to nearly all.
And lest you believe I'm invoking any particular religion, I speak of the reversing of archetypal maps. I speak of this hour, the hour in which the full measure of wrong is being called right, and right is being called wrong. I do not need to invoke any god as justification or validation; I have nature herself on my side. Evolution and all she has made. She giveth and she taketh away. She gave man the power to rise above himself and now she gives him the wisdom to return to her and to what he truly is. To become what he truly is. BECOME WHAT YOU ARE. You are not a fucking martyr, and it is not your destiny to lay down your life for someone who will gladly take everything you give them and still demand more and still say it's not enough, not good enough, and never will be. That myth has been fulfilled, and in part -- at least according to those who believe in it as literal -- precisely so that we should not have to. There are reasons for these things that are not merely of interest to the religious mind.
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
This mountain
Now then.... I shall rant a moment here upon mine own mountain as it were, as it pleases me to so do, and only the wise shall understand. The fool shall see nought but his own follies therein.
If "convictions create convicts," what does that say about those who hold the conviction that convictions create convicts, hmm?
If we should all question authority -- how about we begin with your assumption thereof -- that you are in any place to tell us to do so, imply it as mandatory, suggest anyone who doesn't is somehow "less than"?
Did you all really underestimate me? Did you not believe me when I said I had no problem challenging my own assumptions and deconstructing my own sacred cows? Did you never think it would come to this -- or were you simply one of those who didn't listen, didn't pay attention, when I told you there is only one Me in this universe and everyone *had it*? ;)
Did you really think, therefore, that such an event was going to be something confined to this little blob of DNA and protoplasm? Ye fools!
But enough about Me -- or you. Such things really only matter to those who need someone to blame, but woe, woe, woe unto you, when the finger pointing everywhere else finally comes home to roost! Woe, woe, woe unto you, when the Blamer blames blameself! For you are all doomed to enter the same chasm when you wake -- or be swept unawares into oblivion as you sleep; it is no odds -- and the final movements are rapid indeed.
But go to now, weep and howl -- with laughter if you think me mad; with anger if you see your own reflection yet think you comprehend; with sorrow if you delude yourself with obfuscation in the light of the plainness of my words. I shall still speak, and write, and it matters not whether you listen or read -- to me. To you it shall matter the greatest of deals, whether you know it or not, whether you admit it or not, whether you even care or not.
For if you pass by in silence, you have much upon which to think; and if you signal with agreement, you either see & know or wish it to be perceived that you do, and the latter shall operate upon you until you do; and if you signal with disdain, you only prove regardless that I have your attention nonetheless; and if you signal with distraction, it is a whistle past the graveyard, a spontaneous spasm of superstition bursting from a sense of threat. I see you, I know you; there is not one milliparsec* of a scintilla* of quark, strangeness or charm in you that has not flashed across my own face in the corridor of stars. There is nothing hidden from my sight where you are concerned -- doubt it not.
But enough about you -- or Me.
There is no response or lack thereof which would surprise me. There is no whisper that is not a shout in my ears. There is no perspective I have never yet encountered or entertained myself. There is nothing, nowhere for you to go here, that will alter anything in the slightest, for the trajectory is like that of the ancient of days before the babes in the marketplace, or such cable channels as run repeats of the same sitcom all day and night, every day of the week.
You marvel that in this age of the internet where everyone can paint, everyone can sing, everyone can produce whatsoever they will, there should be such dearth of creativity? Listen and I will tell you the secret of this demise: larger haystacks, less needles to find, and tools in the hands of the masses diminish natural selection to the artificial tyranny of the lowest common denominator! Do you think it is by accident that The One enjoins you to voluntary hardship and challenge? And why should the hungry ghosts rising unabated to protect their mountain of lies woven three generations past find such willing pawns in you all, save that the alternative is to marinate in a bland soup of mediocrity envisioned by the masses who would banish nature's meritocracy?
But enough about Us, and enough of words, for now.
* the juxtaposition of these terms is deliberate, to invoke the meaninglessness in this context of scale and/or dimension.
If "convictions create convicts," what does that say about those who hold the conviction that convictions create convicts, hmm?
If we should all question authority -- how about we begin with your assumption thereof -- that you are in any place to tell us to do so, imply it as mandatory, suggest anyone who doesn't is somehow "less than"?
Did you all really underestimate me? Did you not believe me when I said I had no problem challenging my own assumptions and deconstructing my own sacred cows? Did you never think it would come to this -- or were you simply one of those who didn't listen, didn't pay attention, when I told you there is only one Me in this universe and everyone *had it*? ;)
Did you really think, therefore, that such an event was going to be something confined to this little blob of DNA and protoplasm? Ye fools!
But enough about Me -- or you. Such things really only matter to those who need someone to blame, but woe, woe, woe unto you, when the finger pointing everywhere else finally comes home to roost! Woe, woe, woe unto you, when the Blamer blames blameself! For you are all doomed to enter the same chasm when you wake -- or be swept unawares into oblivion as you sleep; it is no odds -- and the final movements are rapid indeed.
But go to now, weep and howl -- with laughter if you think me mad; with anger if you see your own reflection yet think you comprehend; with sorrow if you delude yourself with obfuscation in the light of the plainness of my words. I shall still speak, and write, and it matters not whether you listen or read -- to me. To you it shall matter the greatest of deals, whether you know it or not, whether you admit it or not, whether you even care or not.
For if you pass by in silence, you have much upon which to think; and if you signal with agreement, you either see & know or wish it to be perceived that you do, and the latter shall operate upon you until you do; and if you signal with disdain, you only prove regardless that I have your attention nonetheless; and if you signal with distraction, it is a whistle past the graveyard, a spontaneous spasm of superstition bursting from a sense of threat. I see you, I know you; there is not one milliparsec* of a scintilla* of quark, strangeness or charm in you that has not flashed across my own face in the corridor of stars. There is nothing hidden from my sight where you are concerned -- doubt it not.
But enough about you -- or Me.
There is no response or lack thereof which would surprise me. There is no whisper that is not a shout in my ears. There is no perspective I have never yet encountered or entertained myself. There is nothing, nowhere for you to go here, that will alter anything in the slightest, for the trajectory is like that of the ancient of days before the babes in the marketplace, or such cable channels as run repeats of the same sitcom all day and night, every day of the week.
You marvel that in this age of the internet where everyone can paint, everyone can sing, everyone can produce whatsoever they will, there should be such dearth of creativity? Listen and I will tell you the secret of this demise: larger haystacks, less needles to find, and tools in the hands of the masses diminish natural selection to the artificial tyranny of the lowest common denominator! Do you think it is by accident that The One enjoins you to voluntary hardship and challenge? And why should the hungry ghosts rising unabated to protect their mountain of lies woven three generations past find such willing pawns in you all, save that the alternative is to marinate in a bland soup of mediocrity envisioned by the masses who would banish nature's meritocracy?
But enough about Us, and enough of words, for now.
* the juxtaposition of these terms is deliberate, to invoke the meaninglessness in this context of scale and/or dimension.
To Those Enthralled.
To Whom it may Concern: -- antifa, BAMN, la Raza, NBPP, SURJ, whomever/whatever the hell you call yourselves last week or next week --
You. You right there, spouting the lines you've memorized in your sleep: put down the koolaid and back away slowly from the keyboard. Take a deep breath and focus on my next words: you cannot, and will not, win this.
Sure, you can make snotty retorts on social media. You can bicker and argue online all day. You might draw me into bickering with you, or you might make me get pissed off and block you, but in the end, it doesn't matter, because here's the reality of shit.
The reality of shit is you're on the wrong fucking side of history THINKING you're on the right side of it.
The reality of shit is you are fostering, enabling, and supporting totalitarian mob rule against legitimate law and order, which you falsely term "fascism".
The reality of shit is whether you know it or not, you're being used by (human) forces beyond your comprehension who have a specific agenda they have been implementing slowly, patiently and incrementally since the mid 1940s and ever more increasingly since the 1960s -- and their jig is up. The news is out. We know what they are all about.
And we are rising up to stop it, and it's not too late, and victory is ours and will be ours, and there's not one single goddamned thing you can do about it.
And all anyone needs for proof is your inherent hypocrisy -- the simple fact that you are eager and willing to condone or engage or indulge the very thing you condemn in others: violence, racism, totalitarian dictatorship of YOUR whims with no regard for the needs, feelings or choices of others. This hypocrisy tells any and every thinking person in this world everything we need to know about your true nature.
I don't just mean you personally; I mean "you" in the larger sense of everything you represent there, and all the people who represent it with you. You whine about conquest by others but look -- you make no bones about wanting to conquer them. That's hypocrisy. Either conquest is wrong or it's not. If it's wrong, you fucking stop even trying; if it's not, you fucking stop condemning others for it.
It's not rocket science -- it's just impossible for the inherently wrong, corrupt, useless, worthless garbage to get straight.
And that is how the real right side of things can tell the fake pretending to be right side of things, every time, no matter what forms it all takes or what the surface conflict happens to be. Hypocrisy gives you away. Every time.
You. You right there, spouting the lines you've memorized in your sleep: put down the koolaid and back away slowly from the keyboard. Take a deep breath and focus on my next words: you cannot, and will not, win this.
Sure, you can make snotty retorts on social media. You can bicker and argue online all day. You might draw me into bickering with you, or you might make me get pissed off and block you, but in the end, it doesn't matter, because here's the reality of shit.
The reality of shit is you're on the wrong fucking side of history THINKING you're on the right side of it.
The reality of shit is you are fostering, enabling, and supporting totalitarian mob rule against legitimate law and order, which you falsely term "fascism".
The reality of shit is whether you know it or not, you're being used by (human) forces beyond your comprehension who have a specific agenda they have been implementing slowly, patiently and incrementally since the mid 1940s and ever more increasingly since the 1960s -- and their jig is up. The news is out. We know what they are all about.
And we are rising up to stop it, and it's not too late, and victory is ours and will be ours, and there's not one single goddamned thing you can do about it.
And all anyone needs for proof is your inherent hypocrisy -- the simple fact that you are eager and willing to condone or engage or indulge the very thing you condemn in others: violence, racism, totalitarian dictatorship of YOUR whims with no regard for the needs, feelings or choices of others. This hypocrisy tells any and every thinking person in this world everything we need to know about your true nature.
I don't just mean you personally; I mean "you" in the larger sense of everything you represent there, and all the people who represent it with you. You whine about conquest by others but look -- you make no bones about wanting to conquer them. That's hypocrisy. Either conquest is wrong or it's not. If it's wrong, you fucking stop even trying; if it's not, you fucking stop condemning others for it.
It's not rocket science -- it's just impossible for the inherently wrong, corrupt, useless, worthless garbage to get straight.
And that is how the real right side of things can tell the fake pretending to be right side of things, every time, no matter what forms it all takes or what the surface conflict happens to be. Hypocrisy gives you away. Every time.
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