mountain... another day in paradise...
Thinking this morning about world situation, an extension of last
nights thoughts.....
Afghanistan? people dying, suffering, crippled, children maimed.....
Why? so people in Washington, or Europe can tell them how to live?
sounds to me more like buying their deaths for them at taxpayer
expense....
Taliban, who is the Taliban? is it white guys? Or brown guys? just
where does one suppose those brown guys live? there? well, if so,
it means its people from there fighting against people from not
there....
Shades of Viet Nam all over again....
The place is fucked up due to outside manipulations...... who did that?
who fought a proxy war there that devastated
the place, killed men, women, & children?
And now we are going to fix it for them? with more of the same? put
a band-aid on their owie with preditor drone aircraft launching
missiles at them.......
Has anyone ever really thought about what we are doing there & why?
I'd say we are there so some greedhead power trippers can drool over
some resource profits...
People who have monsters inside their heads...
Greed Demons, who lie like dogs on your TV.......
The DEMON possessed in the halls of government and industry.....
no good will come of it...
We have an Elite status quo, who are trashing everything everywhere,
and everybody, and calling it good & just.... spreading nuclear waste
all over the planet, calling it depleted uranium munitions, and
pretending its a public service....
hello! is anybody home? are you awake? Or did you stay up late watching TV?
The best thing we can do for Afghanistan is get out.... leave, leave
them alone....
ditto for every where else on the planet....
is that going to happen? no, we'll insist on taking it to the
apocalypse instead....
We have the long noses of the status quo up every body's butt all
over the planet...
petty tyrants jockying for position over our hind ends, and calling
it public service....
well the sun still shines, the rain still falls, and the garden
still grows.....
My spring still runs, I have a squash coming on in the garden, which
is kind of amazing.... why? because its the first one ever in 15
years... why? depleted soils from cattle erosion..... And rain
leaching.... how did I do it? by mining minerals in the form of
rotten slate, and calcium carbonate deposits right here off the same
farm... adding them to the garden soil, planting manicillo clover,
and now I have squash..... in other words I figured out a system of
gardening organically to rehabilitate soils trashed by people looking
for easy money growing animals to be slaughtered and hunked up for
dead animal parts on plates....
was that better than staying in the US, and paying taxes used to kill
people in Afghanistan defending their right to be left alone by
outsiders?
I think so......
Does anyone read this blog? I havent a clue... so much garbage on
internet, mine is likely going un noticed on the pile..... maybe
some poor government worker has to read it because the computer at the
NSA spit it out for having too many key words.......
if so, my apologies poor drone, for creating this long stream of
personal opinion and speculation on reality that you have to read
while just trying to survive your boring job from monday to
friday......
a question; what actual good does government and big business do?
are we better off now in real terms than people who forged hoes of bog
iron and grew squash a thousand years ago?
I dont think so.....
do you suppose they were happier in their relationships than we are?
no stress from bogus economics..... do you suppose the weddings were
actually more joyous? instead of canned music, the people from the
village who played instruments came, and the whole village sang
together....
was that more real than modern women reading vanity magazines with
glossy fotos of wedding attire, and plastic weddings, ending up in
paper divorces a couple years later, with single parent children
littering public schools growing up thinking fighting and ripping each
other off with the help(?) of lawyers is normal & good?
I think we are sick in comparison to our illiterate anscestors...
I listen to folk music from countries all over the planet on short
wave.... sometimes I hear beautiful folksongs in strange languages
sung traditionally at weddings for hundreds of years...
where are we? how did we get here? can we leave and go back to what
was sane? or will we follow our vanity to the end of the earth and
leap like lemmings into the abyss?
is a woman any cleaner stepping out of an extravagant chlorinated hot
tub, than she would be stepping out of a wooden tub from a bath with
soap made in the cottage and water heated on the hearth? is she
better off climbing into a bed with an office drone husband reading
the sports page, or with one who hoed a garden with bog iron tool, and
picked cherries with her children and brought them in, in baskets of
bark that they all made together.....?
who is happier, some modern office slut woman catting in an office
with her fellow computer slave liberated females, or a woman adding
herbs to a pot on a trivit her husband forged by hand for her as a
surprise for her birthday......
are we real? or did we somehow become unreal without knowing it?
is this a dream, or a nightmare?
who sold us this reality? why did we believe them?
Is there any real love left anywhere on earth?
wake up plastic people.... wake up imaginary Barbie and Ken dolls...
wake up and think about where we really are, and what its going to be
like if we keep buying in to the beast system....
can you define the word apocalypse? can you describe nuclear war to
your children in pleasant terms? do they really need to learn more
than being able to read, figure with numbers, and know the history of
the village?
Oh! woe to vanity!
the more you do for yourselves, and the less you buy with money, the
more sane the world becomes.... You can be happier in a small cottage
with love & garden, than you can ever be anywhere else...
its the dream thats the problem, we've been sold an evil dream by
evil monsters, evil wizards and witches have enchanted us with a
magic box that makes us want things we dont have yet, and never really
needed.....
Just watch the images in the box poor fools, and the flickering
lights can enslave you to money & vanity.... you can dream dreams,
live lives of vanity vicariously, be who you are not, and you never
have to bother to think again at all....
The people who own the spell inside the box will think for you, and
have beautiful actors portray beautiful stories every night.... And
you can go to bed dreaming you are something grand, but when you wake
up in the morning theres cotton to be picked on a computer in an
office....
poor slaves.... So smart you have helped enslave yourselves.......
And soon death..... death will free you... when the planet shakes
off it's fleas....
and those who survive will be lucky if they can get squash to grow...
people with missing limbs, terrible scars from burns, pocked faces
from diseases.... children who have seen more death than anything
else.....
will you regret your stupidity and vanity if you live to see that day?
will you wish you had lived humble instead? What will a TV or a
computer do for you then?
Well, I need to go rinse the corn and the peas... wash a few dishes
in the spring, build a fire, get my food going... Peel some bananas
for the dog...
And when I get the food on the fire, unzip the guitar and practice
some..... was learning Kingston town yesterday, a sailor's song,
about some dusky beauty no doubt...
I heard on short wave the police have killed over a thousand people in
Jamaica in the last four years....
how did the poverty happen? because they bought things instead of
making things and doing things themselves....
they fell for the spell of the image box.....
so how do you escape?
to be continued.........
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