Saturday, February 25, 2006

He Who Holds The Hammer Drives The Nails

Isn't it about time we stop focusing on King Dubya, and close in on the man with the big head and bulging eyes? I, for one, am sick to death of all the attention lavished on Bush's antics, while our REAL ruler is allowed to operate in relative obscurity. I'm grateful to see Cheney's hunting exploits played out in the press, but it hardly indicates what Cheney's real role in our lives is. The illusion that our all-hat, no-cattle president is in control and makes significant policy decisions is a very toxic one. If we had Cheney, a man who snarls when he speaks and compulsively rubs his hands together, out in front, we would have a better grip on reality.

I'm starting to think of politicians as nothing more than professional actors, and to regard them as such. Bush is playing the lead role in The Osbournes, and Cheney the lead in I, Claudius. We know which role is more interesting to the American public, and we're badly misguided for it. A reality TV show about a trailer-park president with a colorful family history, spewing Texas-sized malpropisms and raising twin bimbo party animals, gets all the ratings when paired with a Masterpiece Theater presentation of the Emperor alone in his chambers, plotting our demise. Hey, we know what we like here.

Cheney is pretty much a self-made man, and his history shows it. His sense of self-preservation is certainly intact, and his loyalty to his friends is touching. If only he pledged such fealty to the rest of us. He has no problem letting the buck stop with the chimp, though, especially when it counts the most. That's what he's there for, and Cheney knows when to defer to the big guy. It's not he who has to face the music. I doubt if Cheney could keep the blood washed from his hands long enough to appear in public that often. Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain, he says, and we return to our fascination with a tragically stupid president. It's akin to seeing a bad accident, and not being able to turn away.

It's hard to know just what would happen if Cheney were cornered, but you have to figure that he wouldn't go quietly. He didn't get this far without having a savage instinct for survival, or the means and will to dispatch his enemies. We can only hope that his sociopathic psyche will someday work against itself, and he'll take the other neocons, or even the Supreme Court, on a nice long hunting trip.

Monday, February 20, 2006

When Does Push Come To Shove?

It is 2006, and we in America are witnessing what should have us in a full-scale revolution. Stolen presidential elections, a full-on police state with unprecedented illegal wire-tapping and surveillance, a false war claiming tens of thousands of American casualties, an economy teetering on the edge, and a president who says the constitution is "just a goddamn piece of paper". If that isn't enough to get this country up in arms, then what WOULD do it?

Obviously, we are a very polarized nation. But, what do we have as a lowest common denominator? Is it the welfare of our children? I don't think so, given that our school system is in shambles, our best and brightest are labeled as ADHD and given soul-numbing medication, fed a steady diet of mindless junk culture, and shipped off to war in the Middle East to die for oil. And, for the most part, this all takes place with the blessing of their parents. Is it our standard of living and job security? No, that isn't it. We watch silently as jobs are out-sourced, and social security is siphoned off. What, then, could it be?

What's the one thing that the elites will never impose on us? PROHIBITION. The liquor will flow through times good and bad, and the bars will always be open. Drive down Mainstreet, USA, and read the signs. What's on every other corner? A book store? A Yoga center? If they shut it all down, we would march on the power centers in a fortnight. Instead of the flag saying, "Don't Tread On Me", it would read, "Don't Dry Up On Me". What did Ginsburg say about searching for that angry fix? It would be ON, and the elites would all be cowering in their underground bunkers.

Turning off the cable TV and internet connections would probably have folks reaching for their rifles, too. No more L.A. Law? Up against the wall, you mothers. No football? Release the hounds. It would be a very ugly scene, and our government would fall in a week's time.

The elites may be crazy, but they're not dumb. The last thing they would do is to take away that which we demand, and that which we are addicted to. We like our shackles, and have no desire to do what the elites fear most, which is to question. Once upon a time, that wasn't a problem. But now, we're being bred like KFC boneless chickens, and intellect has vanished down a rathole along with our civil liberties.

What luck for rulers that men do not think.

-Adolph Hitler

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Lie Father, Lie Son

This photo was taken in a chapel just after 9/11. It speaks volumes on what really happened. Click on it, and it will come into sharper focus. From left to right, the President, looking scared shitless, Papa Bush assuredly holding Junior's hand and smirking like he's in the catbird seat, Barbara wearing a lunatic leer, and Bill Clinton in a droll poker-face.

I don't see any grieving here, or any sense of tragedy. I just see evil, and the worst kind of opportunism. God help us all for having them to run the asylum.

"Sarah, if the American people had ever known the truth about what we Bushes have done to this nation, we would be chased down in the streets and lynched." - George Bush Senior speaking in an interview with Sarah McClendon in December 1992.

It's a shame that we probably won't see them hanging from lamp posts any time soon, or, at the very least, in the docket, flanked by attorneys. In a country such as this, it just doesn't happen. Nixon was brought down not by the people, but by his superiors.

There are many voices crying in the wilderness over the issue of 9/11 complicity, and yet, if they aren't heard in the mainstream news, it's as if they're speaking the wrong language. Professors, researchers, engineers, fire-fighters, workers and victims form a chorus of testimony. It's a shame that the truth just seems to be so much cognitive dissonance.

Most likely, we'll suffer on through the next three years of the Bush administration, and then waste time and money on the next election, with absurd expectations and blind faith for the next set of candidates. Let's just hope it isn't the woman to the right of Bill Clinton in the picture. At any rate, we're sure to get another gang of meglomaniacal ideologues who will follow in logical succession after the previous ones. In three years, it should be about time for the next good-cop Democrat. Just watch for whatever candidate is invited to the next Bilderberg meeting. The pendulum will swing back, but it will still be the same elite-driven puppet play that ends only when a world government, or, as the suits call it, globalization, is in place. I would call it dystopia.

Would 9/11 have happened had Gore not been cheated out of the presidency? Perhaps not, but, the point is moot, given that the elites had decided the outcome beforehand. It was time for the dogs of war to be released, and Gore did not fit the part. Team Halliburton was the fighting machine of choice, and they're not finished yet. With a 385 million dollar contract to build internment camps in the U.S., they're entering a whole new phase.

Monday, February 06, 2006

We're All Working For The Pharoah

Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel
The dogs of money all at his heel
Magicians cry, Oh Truth! Oh Real!
We're all working for the Pharaoh

A thousand eyes, a thousand ears
He feeds us all, he feeds our fears
Don't stir in your sleep tonight, my dears
We're all working for the Pharaoh

Egypt Land, Egypt Land
We're all living in Egypt land
Tell me, brother, don't you understand
We're all working for the Pharaoh

Hidden from the eye of chance
The men of shadow dance a dance
And we're all struck into a trance
We're all working for the Pharaoh

Idols rise into the sky
Pyramids soar, Sphinxes lie
Head of dog, Osiris eye
We're all working for the Pharaoh

I dig a ditch, I shape a stone
Another battlement for his throne
Another day on earth is flown
We're all working for the Pharaoh

Call it England, call it Spain
Egypt rules with the whip and chain
Moses free my people again!
We're all working for the Pharaoh

Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel
Around his feet the princes kneel
Far beneath we shoulder the wheel
We're all working for the Pharaoh

                                  Richard Thompson

I've always been intrigued by the fact that the elder Bush and some of his sons bear an obsession with Egyptology. They were booked years in advance for a gala event at the great pyramid for the millenium. Word had it that, as part of the ceremony, they were going to place a capstone at the top of the pyramid, and project the Eye of Horus onto it. The theme was the dawning of the Age of Horus. I suspect that Bush has a Pharoah complex, and revelled in it as the millenium turned.

Towards the end of the Super Bowl, I watched a short ad for some new show. For an instant, an eyebrow was projected over the round ABC logo. There it was- a subliminal depiction of the Eye of Horus. I was startled, but not surprised. A great many corporate logos are based on the eye, or the pyramid, the most conspicuous being AOL and Time Warner. This symbol garnered enough attention that it was removed from the web. They do like to see just how far they can push the envelope. Most Fortune 1000 companies have some representation of the eye or pyramid, and they often show up on TV and in advertising. Start watching for them, and see how many you can find.

What does all this mean? It means that we're all working for the Pharoah. While words speak to the concious mind, symbols speak to the subconcious mind. The symbol of the eye and pyramid are the ubiquitous symbols of slavery. The illusion of freedom in this country is now giving way to overt displays of tyranny, and yet hardly any resistance is offered. That's because the subconcious mind has been conditioned to obey. There's far more to it than just these symbols, of course, but they do work to great effect. And now, we've come so far that Bush has decided that he can legally kill suspected terrorists on American soil. Let's see now, they can spy on people, round them up, torture them, and kill them, and it's all been made legal. And, is anyone on YOUR street up in arms about it? I didn't think so.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

The Left Gatekeepers Have Slammed The Door On Our Fingers

Rather than squawk about how inept and spineless the left has become, which is a pastime for way too many bloggers, I want to pull up the carpet and see what's crawling around under there. Just why didn't those guys read the Patriot Act before signing onto it? Was there an anvil hanging over their heads? And, where's the left media coverage on 9/11 complicity, and political assassination in America? Lord knows, there's enough ammunition out there for them, but, like Baudelaire said, the dog runs from the scent bottle, and prefers the smell of excrement.

Have we not heard of stealth candidates? In spite of what we thought we learned at university, and in spite of what the The Nation smartly tells us, all is not what it seems. Deception is part and parcel in both politics and in journalism. Why can't we be mindful of that, and act accordingly? It may be that even some our most esteemed figureheads are playing us, though few would be capable of admitting it to themselves after so many years of having been deceived. For that to happen, the mask will have to come off in plain view, and, in time, it will.

Why did John Kerry slink away so quietly from what was obviously a stolen election? If it were you or I, we would scream like a stuck pig, and rightfully so. When the fat lady sings, that means the show is over. But, Kerry has been silent as a mouse ever since election day, and that is troubling. Is his membership in the same fraternity as Bush a sign of collusion? It is when you consider that this fraternity has been a pipeline to intelligence agencies,
and has been stocking the government with shady characters for hundreds of years.

That's the way the game gets played; our left-right system is a false dichotomy, and we the people have no true representation at the big table. And yet, we go on voting as if it counts for something. Every time, we delude ourselves into thinking, THIS time, we have a chance to turn things around. The cumulative results of voting over the last 25 years say otherwise. And, if you still yearn for the good, old Clinton days, then just bear in mind the Bush Sr-Clinton love-fest that has been playing for the last several months, and try to take a different perspective on Slick Willy. The truth? He'd be in your grille with a pair of plyers if your gold fillings meant anything to him.

The last good guy we've had, and the one man who really stood in Bush's way, was Sen. Paul Wellstone. It was common knowledge that he was Public Enemy #1 for Bush and the neocons, and was empowering other legislators to hold firm. It's funny how his plane crashed on the eve of his re-election, and after he was told by Cheney that there would be grave consequences if Wellstone didn't vote for the war with Iraq. And, of course, there's no precedent to this scenario. Mel Carnahan's story is eerily similar. I guess we should just chalk it up to coincidence that, although the odds of dying in a plane crash are 1 out of 25 million, these two principled and troublesome left-wing legislators both went down just before an election they were sure to win. Perhaps fate just happened to favor the elites right when they needed it the most. It seems that we must take it on good faith that our best and most trustworthy leaders always dying before their time is just the way things go.

"Apparently, 'conspiracy stuff' is now shorthand for unspeakable truth."
— Gore Vidal, from "The Enemy Within", 27 Oct 2002

Those who throw cold water on what are called "conspiracy theories", and wear that Pavlovian reflexive smirk when confronted by them, need to be sent to a re-education camp. There, they would learn about the Hegelian Dialectic, the holy bible of manipulation. They would read Machiavelli's The Prince. They would study the masterminds of propaganda, like Joseph Goebbels and Karl Marx. They would study the nefarious implications of behavioral psychology. They would learn about the father of modern-day public relations, Edward Bernays, and his various philosophical offspring, like Karl Rove. They would read the I-Ching, a parable about the struggle for power, and The Art of War, the age-old blueprint for military victory through deception. They would study the Rothschild family history, and comprehend economic manipulation throughout the last two centuries. They would learn of foundations with hidden agendas.

Then, they would go home and unplug their TVs, pour their liquor down the drain, dump their prescription drugs in the toilet, throw the cell phone out the window, and start looking at the big picture. Until then, they can watch with astonishment as almost all of our so-called elected officials continue to take us to the cleaners, and wonder why the rich keep getting richer, while the rest of us just keep getting old.

The next round of big elections may be the last chance we have to roll back the elite and save our democracy. If we don't toss the voting machines and install public monitoring and safeguards, then it is assuredly not going to happen. We should throw out all incumbents who voted for the war, or who take large donations from any Fortune 500 company, and DRAFT new candidates, rather than waiting for them to appear. Politics is like honey to a sociopathic bee, and we have to stop making it so goddamned easy for them. Go and find judges who have actually ruled against corporations. Find activist lawyers who've worked on RICO suits. Find corporate expatriots and whistleblowers who couldn't stand the hypocracy, and have spoken out against it. Take all orphaned voters, left and right, and create a party for those who are, above all, anti-corruption, and don't send another dime to the NGOs until they make this their priority. Then, you might have a chance.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The Eschaton: Wake Me When It's Over

The Hopi say that a great cleansing is coming, and they're not telling you to move your car for the street-cleaner. They claim to have known the shape of things to come for a long time, and, at this point, they're not shy about telling you. In recent years, they've sent delegates to the U.N. to share their warning. The Mayans had something to say about it, too, and have marked the days for it. Maybe they just ran out of tablets, but they calculated that 2012 is when things go tilt. And, considering where we are now, it wouldn't surprise me.

If it is truly the end times, then what becomes of us? Is it off to heaven for the good folks, and to hell for the bad? The Buddhists, and some quantum physicists, say that we don't GO anywhere, we just ARE, and that is all we need to be concerned with. Once outside of our three dimensional time-space continuum, there is no here and there. Everything is on the same bus, and it's going everywhere and nowhere. We're all angels dancing on the head of a pin. Some have actually experienced this while undergoing a Near-Death Experience, but are at a loss to describe it in lucid terms. Mathematicians can conceptualize multi-dimensionality, but cannot tangibly reproduce it. In this reality, we play checkers, while in the big room, we play chess.

We certainly know what right-wing Christians expect. It's apocalypse time, and the four horsemen are here to collect the rent, and self-fulfill the prophesy. Those people are the biggest sticks in the mud. They don't know how to have fun, so they want us all to suffer right along with them. If the rapture came, I would say, good riddance. As for the Antichrist, I've been bored by him for a long time now.

The well-known seer Nostradamus predicted that a character named Mabus would come, and, when he died, that would really get the shooting match started. On January 9th, 2005, Mahmoud Abbas was elected president of Palestine. Hmm, let's see, M. Abbas...Mabus...sounds like we have a winner. Or, maybe Nostradamus was just hitting the opium pipe too much. His quatrains are pretty nebulous when translated into English. But, just to be safe, you can find me in my bunker if and when M. Abbas dies. Nostradamus also predicted the coming of a man named Hister.

With global warming being what it is, I have my doubts about life as we know it lasting long into this century. The Siberian frozen tundras are thawing, and the resultant release of methane will surely hasten the effect of global warming, and render much of our little planet uninhabitable. Some are planning for this event in the hopes of re-starting humanity. Perhaps there will still be some temperate places for survivors to start anew. This time, though, it'll have to be agrarian. We've used up most of the resources that we've foolishly depended on for so long, and options will be limited. Those with the green thumbs will be calling the shots.

I often wonder if there weren't previous civilizations that similarly met their demise. Plato certainly though so, and dedicated a book to the subject. Vast underwater cities have been discovered by researchers that cannot be accounted for in our known history. They seem to be of another time and another place, and part of what is called antediluvian civilization. That they went under is indicative of how fragile the balance of life is, and that everything in this linear reality that has a beginning has an end. That's all right, though. Just think about angels dancing on the head of a pin.