I have lost faith with the teachings of my youth - a reality i had thought long since resolved but which continues to rear its disagreeable face by way of adding “emphasis on the syllable.” It is not enough to object to war as an industry, or hate as a social convention; more like Albert Einstein’s quote, “I am not a pacifist, but a militant pacifist.” Today is, or as close as a bi-spherical individual can be, “World Peace Day.” A neat little convention the rulers contrived to keep the lid on upheaval of their own making. For example: Martin Luther King’s birthday did not become a national holiday until 20 years after his assassination by the FBI, or agents of the now very clearly entrenched white supremacists within the government of the U.S. of ‘merica. And though it was meant to pacify a legitimate outrage by a righteously aggrieved segment of the ‘merican demographic - it has in no way impeded the ruthless and continuous assault on people of color within the continental states of ‘merica.
These contradictions and others constitute my grave misgivings about a peaceful transition from the nazi regime currently occupying the seats of power within my native land, and those who have infiltrated the civil agencies ostensibly described as “peacekeepers” but whose mission has been revealed in word and deed as “occupation” of the multicultural legacy of a “once great nation.” However because these same agents of hatred and division had piggybacked their obtuse and evil intention on the back of an ideal embraced by most nations on our planet - the “Trojan Horse” of hatred now has entree into very nearly every government on the planet - it’s name is GREED and its beneficiaries are but a handful of the world’s population.
I could give a fuck about this oh-so-obvious invasion into the peace of my later years were it not for the disruption of my own personal plans for a loving death surrounded by gentle people; some i could help and others who will hate me to my grave for reasons of my own limited ability to understand the more profound aspects of human nature. However this does not absolve me of my own responsibility to continue on my path toward a pacific end and hopefully fruitful contribution to the species into which i was born, without, as Bob Dylan pointed out so well, “my permission.” It’s okay, and it has been more than interesting, i mostly regret having been unable to convey the curious fact to more of the tortured souls i have encountered in my short time here on terra firma. (side note: AI is not your friend if it insists on a spelling prompt for such a fundamental expression as “terra firma.”
Any more than i should have confidence in any information yielded or deprived me by the ubiquitous and questionable assistance of the computer overlord’s selection of word usage. The geek squad remains uniformly unimpressive, from zukè to the googol billionaire bros to the bozo bezos - gazillions fell into these mooks laps through little more than happenstance, yet at the pitch moment within which the species they ostensibly belong to is facing extinction they are tangled up in their panties about whose dick is biggest, and the only apparent way they could conceive to measure such a timeless question about virility is by way of “accumulated booty” - the rapists from hell · how fucking tired and unimaginative is that i ask you all¿?
It doesn’t matter because they gonna die, i’m gonna die and you gonna die; it is likely best for us all to turn our backs on the titans of “zeroes” and seek something closer to the joy on the face of my neighbor the farmer and his loving “tough as nails” wife for some solution to the question you may or may not ask yourself with your dying breath - “what does it all mean?” · i’d wager my soul before you and g_d however she reveals herself that my friends the farmers will have a richer more meaningful reply to that question. And if they don’t; guess what, i’m still gonna die and all that i assert is all for naught but had you listened and found yourself a loving life close to loving people making honest food for an honest planet - i can hope that you found some small measure of happiness like i find in the faces of my farmer friends who likely still know not what to make of their strange neighbor the cross-eyed cyclops from next door.
jts 22/09/2020
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