Social - Political - Spiritual
ramblings, musings, poetry and opinionations
A Canadian misfit
saying what he thinks about this fucked up bullshit world
and its descent into
dog eat dog
economic and social cannibalism
Free Speech testing system in effect....
"The CIA owns everyone of any significance in the major media."
CIA Director William Colby
Pages
Pretensions of objectivity must be left at the door, clothing is optional...
The Wholy Order of The MEEK
An Atheist Pagan Hymn
My first book of Atheist Spirituality
What Canada REALLY NEEDS !!
SG Atlantis and their Unethical BS
Ring of Corruption
"All that is valuable in human society depends upon the opportunity for development accorded the individual."-A. Einstein
"Ain't it funny how the factory doors close, around the time that the school doors close,
around the time that a hundred thousand jail cells open up to greet you, like a Reaper...." -Zack de la Rocha
They say "Sing while you slave!", but I just get bored... -Dylan
"It's NOT a 'War on Drugs'. It's a war on Personal Freedom.Keep that in mind at ALL times" - Bill Hicks
"Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one" - Anon
"I'd get pretty bunged up without my asshole" - C. Taylor
"If you're going to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you" - O. Wilde
"It is likely to excite dissatisfaction against government and incite people to non co-operation..."
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Gently washing the War Penis - Lest we forget why we erected these stone dick-altars...
militarization
pacification
genocide
fascism
intolerant atheism
fanaticism
the right of power over the weak
happy faces
triumphantly surround
the burning books
we need no philosophy
new or old beliefs
there is only
The Father
Land
and the bodies
beneath it
the new world order
seems very much like
the old one
These things are not for puffy fat men to stand in front of parroting
"Support our troops!"
They are Stele
to mark the master's boundaries
They mark
The Land
dot the landscape
We remember corpses and intolerance
righteous indignation and sadism unmasked
piles of poor men
not rich men
dying for causes
we supposedly held dear
simply fodder
to feed fat pockets
over and over
Reverently the union boys
power wash the edifice
preparing for the spectacle
its a job that takes all day of course
The quiet park
filled for a day
with motor sounds
people ejected from seats
by spray
Megaphone megaphone pray to me of children
with nothing in their pockets
no other option but to go
to war
It was a solid paycheck
Their bodies do not reside here
beneath this ugly altar
you stand upon
for your prepared Spectacle
rub the holy brass plaque
reverently
in your guileful spectacle of solemn prayer
tell me
to support meat robots with minimal education
and the dictates and inherited beliefs of their masters
I will remember the burning poets
the burning words
the happy sneering faces
the uniforms and troops and guns and sports and
sneering faces
the same look drives the megaphone here
while we bow reverently at the spectacle
not the memory
placing $100 city certified corporate sponsored plastic all-weather
wreaths
holy fucking wreaths
of plastic
that no one dare touch
for months
until they lay in dirty piles
holy things
holy bullshit
holiness
all the right people were there
Play loudly to me in my Land
the hymn of our "ally"
while I watch his footsoldiers
burn
our
poets
and he sends more young men across the world
to repeat the process
we supposedly
are lamenting
I say to you
we do not need these dicks of stone
and corporate spectacles
to remember
ancestors
and history