“i trust god speaks through me. without that, i couldn’t do my job.”

“the t.v.’s got them images t.v.’s got them all it’s not shocking!”

what a vile end to a series of vility is the execution of the butcher of baghdad. guilty hands bath in blood and now we know you by the trail of your dead, but is justice served with the death of one for the crimes of numerous exculpable governments? was he not exclusively exculpable for years himself because his unsound methods were tacitly approved of? does this portent the demise of all the guilty amongst the governments of the world or is the discomposure of the dispossessed’s expression of “this isn’t happening” merely the recognition that petty criminals get caught and masterminds get away?

clean
the cleanest I’ve been
an end to the tears
and the in-between years
and the troubles I’ve seen…

merciful heavens! but what do i care for the laws of nature and arithmetic, when, for some reason i dislike those laws and the fact that twice two makes four? of course i cannot break through the wall by battering my head against it if i really have not the strength to knock it down, but i am not going to be reconciled to it simply because it is a stone wall and i have not the strength.

a doughnut without a hole, a child conceived without spunk, day for night, and ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony so why not a ground war won with not boots on the ground but well-wishing and words? when one selects to wage inessential conflict, one does so with the army one has, not the one that could be well-equipped to succeed. perhaps it’s not the war that’s to be won but defense contracts and government kick backs? certainly the rhetoric could massage reality more effectively than thus far…or perhaps a paradigmatic shift is required so that the straw that stirred the drink to civil war assesses the resulting cocktail “remarkably well” and rebuts criticism with “go fuck yourself” and a hunting mishap.

“this policy cannot succeed through speeches, and shooting-matches, and songs; it can only be carried out through blood and iron.” otto von bismarck

death and hatred to mankind,
poisoning their brainwashed minds
oh lord, yeah!

“the screen is us and we’re t.v. “

an all too familiar tale, re-told and sold as something new and refreshing, a fresh take on a stale yarn that leaves a satisfied feeling of fellowship and opposition, an affirmation of the black and the white, and acumen in knowing how this storybook ending ends. alas, reality is not fiction and that “stinking, shitty little war we have running over there” hasn’t spun the way it was said it would. individual observation has been replaced with a virtual understanding of the world, a multimedia fashioned state of mind in which there is no experience save a fantastic digestion of the platonic form of an experience. true social networks shrink while virtual networks explode, language becomes truncated grunts of code pregnant with meaningless meaning and people around the world die as the force of force is exerted since a political solution cannot be had without a coersion…justified and accepted as moral imperative. the entire mesopotamian mess is the outcome of the lack of reality american’s on the top of the mountain to it’s foot now live in and their acquiescence to view the world not through experience but vicariously via video. what a tragedy that the world over fantasy impacts the immutable reality of the others.

“…fuck all that we’ve got to get on with these…”