C.I. Downs - Blog

Consume.Convert.Become.

4/26/2017

Growth Hormones.
Birth Control.
Alcohol.
Ambien.
Anabolic Steroids.
Catabolic politics.
Caffeine.
Ketamine.
Amphetamine.
Valium.
Sugar.
Placebos.

Sin,
Confess,
Sin again.

Detention catch-22.

Just try to escape.

A referred pain,
all over the body.

The sickness of kings,
of sovereigns so noble.
The leeching and pleading,
binding word to a debt they'll never have to pay.

Devoid of contribution.
An abstract evolution.

Expressions
losing meaning.
Desertion,
on the dead,
feeding.

A voice descanting poetic oblivion;
the death aesthetic,
as dancers around the shaman pound the earth and shake bells at the sky.
Ordered chaos of an interpretive design.

Watch me revert back to my poisonous self,
the carcinogenic reality.
Is there really any fresh air anymore?
Only retaining heat because of our atmospheric shield.

How long do you really think you'll last,
out there in space,
the great beyond,
without major reconstructive alterations to your structure.
Stand as you do on earth,
unique to its conditions,
but a part of billions of the same particulate.

The universe will consume you,
convert you,
but it will not become you,
you will become of it.

A product of environment.

Environment retrofitted,
upgraded,
and tuned up;
Humming along nicely

Remember:
The director knows the right lens.
The writer the right lines.
The actor knows the right cue and mark.
And the audience knows only what they're told.

Even then it's hard to digest

Consume.
Convert.
Become.

©

Goddamn...

4/8/2017

The fucking titular,
reach out and touch it.
Feel...
felt.
Fabric.

Uh.
So,
uhhh.

Consume,
Convert,
Become.

Shudder eagerly,
the grinding so...
Uhhhh.

Gadfly,
so in the vortex,
Halt,
hunger,
Mmmmmmm

Goddamn.

So is,
is so.

Touch me.
Quiver if you want to.

Goddamn...

God damn it...

Eat...

3/25/2017

Come on you crows.
Roost on that phone pole.
Call after me.
Caw your shrill tone.
Bait me with your murder.

Bones rattled scared,
a sacred prayer.
Remiss to true love,
a stumble in a stupor.

I can laugh again, now.
A smile amid the torture.

It all ties in,
in the end.

Right and full circle,
the crows watch.
Feeding on the kill left behind...
The precious now ashes..
The fragile now food...

Eat...

A Most Radical Proposal

1/24/2017

Here we are, at another crossroads. Humanity & Singularity. 1% v. 99%. Socialism & Capitalism. Left & Right. Right & Wrong. Riots & Protests. War & Peace. Austerity & Prosperity. Young v. Old. Progression & Status Quo. Effigies & Bronze Busts. Production & Consumption. Supply & Demand. Free Trade & Tariffs. Corporate Profit v. Labour Wages. Allies v. Aggressors. Sadist v. Masochist. The Eternal Dichotomies.

No end to it in sight, forever the contentious, and the past’s problems, too. This is no longer about sequestered conflict and twice-removed, under-developed countries ripe for the conquering. We are now a global consciousness, not a new statement. In the sense that the globe is connected like never before. That information travels faster than those who speak it. That those afforded the time and resources to learn, be involved with, or monitor this ever growing spectrum of said information and opinion are one step ahead of the game-- one that very well could have esoteric rules about pace of play-- but that can still lag behind like a person's body when they channel through vastly different hemispheric time zones, disrupting their circadian rhythms, as their autonomous physiology struggles to adapt, perhaps against a will determined to fight the inevitable tiresomity we humans endure daily, naturally.

So where’s the solution? What is the solution? Is there a solution? Not a final one. An ultimate one. The one in the core of the being of good-hearted people...A solution that won't turn out to be just another temporary one. Will this aggregate humanity, that's living and breathing right now, continue on with the temporary? Or will it meet with the 'Greatest War' to provide this teenage century with enough stigma, loss and battle weariness so that we can get through another one?

Now, here comes the real crazy...

I have a proposal, if you’ll have me. It’s not a solution, by any means. Fringe thinking it will be, yes, but maybe those desolate wanderers, out on the salt flats of Hope, wanting to arrive at something worth listening to, need some fringe thinking every now and then…When everything seems so hard to balance…A mental governing move to see if we really can make it.

It’s really more of a social experiment than anything. But the outcome will provide more insight to, and into, everyday people (more stranger danger reconciliation) AND provide a social paradigm that will set standards and template for social reform for centuries to come.

It’s simple really. Not simple in the sense of feasibility, though. Simple in the sense that while being both a break from routine, and a re-enfranchising of those dissed, we’ll get to see what people are really made of. And after it’s well removed and tested and made statistic, 50 years from implementation, we’ll have the data. And no one will have recourse if they turn out to be a failure at it.

I propose that everyone, from the age of 19 on up, be given access to an account with the sum of $123,000, to do with as they will. No restrictions on how it’s spent. No tax applied when money is withdrawn. No hassle. No worries. A one time massive payout. This will not be a fixed social program. One and done and that's it. Let’s see if we really can work together as a true, human, republic. Representatives are still needed. Government will not collapse…Hopefully…But there will be a cull.

Now, while not saying I know all the intricacies, I think I can incorporate and effectively unite aspects of Socialism, Capitalism and Libertarianism. There’s no wipe clean of anything here. This is a last ditch splurge. Like a parade balloon bursting and it’s full of match-head capsules that are a super strain xanax/street-molly mix. This is the televised Big Bang.

Just to be clear: When I mean everyone, I even mean to include the super rich. This isn’t just a give-the-guy-a-break, weekend disco blitz. I mean to include everybody. Absolute equality. No preferential treatment…Within a country’s borders, of course…This isn’t a World wide plan…HAHAHAHAHAHA…By no means could THAT ever work…
Not.
A.
CHANCE.
(Opportunity for rebuttal is welcome)

By that, I mean, In no way will this eliminate inequality. But it very well could remove any kind of argumentative clause focused on the class system and its unfairness. $123,000 is the kind of money that changes lives forever. It facilitates individuality and community. It can strengthen families and reestablish trust amongst the toxified. Under the right kind of trustworthy scrutiny, that is. And decided by vote…obviously…

Structure and logistics aside, people will come out and vote for this. No undecided or unwilling to cast a ballot. People will come to vote a simple yes or no…Think of it as a shaky investment into the goodwill and future of humanity most of us think is there, but have never seen any evidence proving that we can really come together and bloom.

“It’s irresponsible!” Bellow the officials.

Maybe, but why are you more inclined to understand responsibility than the rest of us? Because you’re appointed? You’re only appointed because we need a system set up so the folks that don’t want to deal with it every fucking day, don’t have to. This could be a Socratic democracy, wherein, through mandatory self-examination under sodium amytal(condition of holding public office), and a purge and replacement of officials every 36 months( in an attempt to curb corruption), could eliminate some elements that Socrates was critical of Democracy for. (*if it works even 65% of the way I’m thinking. 65% is a passing grade in the subject of Everything. Wouldn’t you agree? Hope gives us those kinds of odds, at least).

Yes, some will overdose on the immediate gratification. But for all those that do, a tripled amount, maybe greater, will overcome and prove, what I believe to be is what most optimists believe about the human race: that we are good, and the right and just way will always prevail, however slowly...At least I hope so. I have no evidence or fact to suggest how people will behave if this social experiment were to be tested. Disastrous or Progressive? There will be advocates and refuters arguing the hypothetical results all the way up to, through and afterwards, no doubt.

Couple three caveats I will apply strictly: those under the age of 25 have to wait until their 25th birthday to access their funds, recipient must be a full-fledged citizen of the country participating for at least 7 years, must be more than 6 months removed from succumbing to a terminal illness (*if disease goes into remission, or is survived, recipient can claim after allotted time passes and falls into aforementioned categories. But recipient must have valid DOB within guidelines)

Again, sure, people will waste their money. It’s a lot of money. But I can’t stress how much I think most will exercise prudence. This is not a lightly discoursed idea. I really think this would prove beyond a doubt, what we’re made of.

It will promote both growth and collapse. Not, or collapse. And.

I know what you’re thinking right about now, and no, there won’t be a mass exodus of the working class. By and large people are sensible. Don’t you think so, too? Sometimes it’s a fucked up kind of sensible, but it still resides inside the definition. I’m not saying those more impetuously prone won’t go wild, but for the most part I think people will exercise rational thinking. It works both ways: the prudent will keep working, fending off economic stall fears, and the impetuous will blow through their grant and be back at the grind again with no one to blame…Mea Culpa their motto— if impoverished it is, impoverished it will be.

This idea is about those who could thrive, if it weren’t for anchoring setbacks of Life, or the chance to climb out of the hole, if not a little bit, all the way. Pay off debt, or the house, or the car, or the yacht, or the medical bills, or the gamble that didn’t turn the right kind of chance. Whatever.

Those whom choose to go back to school can rent apartments and pay for schooling without crippling student debt following them around for the rest of their lives. At least not as much.

Life’s a fight. Cumbersome days pile up. To that, there is no definitive escape. On that, I think we can agree.

Think of those burdened with the weight of raising children. They will get a much needed load lessening boost (some households may get $246,000! Maybe even more depending on the eligible dependants residing under one roof). People will invest, badly or successfully. The money WILL get redistributed in the economy anyways. Thusly keeping the machine going as well as relieving stress. How quickly the effects occur depends on how adept the recipients are with the “endowment”.

Now, let’s get to where the money come from? I think it safe to say that if people were to be given the option to vote on such a proposal they should be made aware that funding from other services will be diminished. Taxes won’t stop. They can’t. Infrastructure, maintenance, public services like ambulance, police, garbage removal, buses, various intrapreneurs that need to be put somewhere instead of a shelter of unplaceables, city workers(yes, city workers) and medical care(where applicable) will need to be be kept running. Squalor and Unruliness can’t be the order of the day. THAT just won’t work. Nope. Never will. We could try it. Might even be how this whole thing plays out. But we can’t bank on it. We can’t hope for it, or say that’s definitely going to be what happens…I mean, we could…But that’s pessimistic, right?

The government will take a hit, I know. A huge hit. But it will recover. I has to, doesn’t it?

I mean, if we’re already heading down this divisive path—not unlike the rest of historical evidence, I point out— then why don’t we start thinking way outside the box, right? That’s the point of all this conjecture, this thought process, isn’t it? To find solutions? Well, this is a damn fine start. It’s got everything we love: Endurance, Intrigue. Drama, Suspense, Justice, Equality, Faith, Chance, Redemption and Truth…If this was a movie, it would win best picture at the oscars.

For logistics, as the process will take a lot of preparation, registration will begin well in advance of implementation. Bottom line is: If you don’t register, you don’t benefit. Easy. Caveat numero uno, now that I think about it. If the only contribution a person knows they have to make to get this is sitting down for 15 minutes( wait times will not be approximated) to register, but chooses to procrastinate, then it’s nobody’s fault but their own…Mea Culpa…
Illa Anima Est (That’s Life). *researched, no one owns language

A cut back on defence spending, foreign aid, welfare will also shrink, if not vanish. The elimination of superfluous positions within the government is another must. Now, while that may stir protest, remember, the $123,000 will provide adequate severance packages for those deemed extraneous. They won’t be axed with prejudice, but with necessity(or rather, unnecessarity). And if they live outside their means…Well, too fucking bad. They won’t be the only ones; class be damned.

Again, by no means does that mean government will be completely disbanded. it’ll just be minimized— regulated, if you will. This venture will still need officials on both a federal and state/provincial level, and those of lesser stature(instructors, managers, babysitters, assistants, superintendents, janitors, security, marshals, overseers, foremen and rodent control experts).

And yes, I’m already there. I know the greedy and apathetic will be pronounced. But the empathetic and compassionate will shine with as much a force as the selfish will(they’ve just got to(if not for me, for themselves)). It’s one of the great curtain pulling points: that the egregious, normally undetectable, will come to prominence. Attitudes all around will both palliate and exacerbate— and therein lies the promise(all wrapped up and waiting to be discovered). It will separate people based on nothing more than their condition, innate or developed through Life when provided with a tidy alleviatory means.

Something else to consider: while no taxes will be applied to the $123,000 sum upon receipt by the individual entitled to it, it will be taxed if given as a gift. Inherited money follows the same rule on a % based value. Let’s say, 8.5%, just to have a negotiable number to start with.

It will incentivize those incarcerated to do their time amicably, stay straight and rehabilitate. For those imprisoned, an amount of $300, to be subtracted from the sum, may be added to an inmates commissary providing they undergo drug testing every month, and participate in an introduction to vocational training course (through books and video), and if an imprisoned person wants to use the time they owe society, and the money to which they are entitled, to pursue a correspondence course or any kind of higher learning, there will be specialists to facilitate that use of funds accordingly.

As for severe addicts and those of dire mental illness’. If at time of registration, the registrar observes extreme erratic behaviour, or feels cause to screen applicant for bio-chemical issues, then the applicant must submit blood and urine sample for analysis before the registration can proceed. If citizen is found to be in distress, or is dependant on debilitating substances, they will be provided with care and counselling to beat the addiction, and thus, upon success and under strict rules for use of funds, become admissible to the payout program. These are extreme cases we’re speaking about. Many can hide addiction well. That is not uncommon. And we can’t just pick and choose here. It has to be a pronounced visible display of addiction-irregular behaviour. If a person displays such behaviour and submits the required samples for testing and it comes back negative, the applicant will be allowed to proceed with the registration. Because we all know, some people don’t need drugs to be visibly unhinged. As for those whom keep their ill-mentality under wraps, there will be a short questionnaire to determine if their share needs to be handled by a willing third party. NO SOLICITING AID. THOSE FOUND GUILTY OF SUCH ACUMEN WILL BE PROSECUTED.

As criminal record checks will be mandatory, they will not affect the applicants right to the payout program.

Forfeit of the $123,000 sum can occur if the recipient is found guilty of nefarious use of the funds: drug trafficking(all but marijuana(marijuana will have been completely decriminalized)), prostitution (which should be legalized and regulated(think how many budding entrepreneurs could get an enterprise off the ground with the cash)), illegal gun distribution, sophisticated corruption...Any unlawful use, really.

Sure, it’ll cost trillions of dollars. But as the saying goes, ‘You’ve got to spend money to make money’. And people love money. We sure do. And we love to spend it, too(obligatorily & discrentonarily)…

Hey! A poor and askew job comes from those that think they can do the job of many, for many. And we already have a pretty good understanding of how things have been going for the last few millennia, collectively…I Hope.

So c’mon, let’s do the Alleviation Shuffle. The 21st Century Reparations Flip-Out. The Debt is ours, all together. There is no Government without Tax. We are the Function. Always have been. Let’s be Radical.

*Subject to amendments ©

Where Reverence Lies

1/11/2017

When do we run out of it?
A Hope of Never.

When do we cease?
Never satisfied, it seems.

Why must the pendulum swing?
Time passes its edge close to throat.

Why do we dance to the tune?
Its Rhythm so Romantic.

How can we ever?
For ever after hours, keep it coming.

How can you tell me no?
Because you will Obey.

What is it then I'm supposed to say?
What you’re instructed is The Way.

What do you want me to do?
Turn, Spit, Rinse, Repeat.

Where is it I'm expected?
Exactly where you are.

Where do I die?
Results may vary. Yet to be determined.

Who am I to be listen to?
Low vocal representation in a multitudinous cluster. Probability Low.

Who are you to have my attention?
By Force or Pledge, for Love or Hate of riling words and rallying promises. Lead by Vision.

Who makes the rules?
We and They. May nothing agree.

Foundation. The Synthesis.

Beat the door with fists bloodied.

Keep it going.

Break the hand.

Never lie…
Downtrodden into the Earth

Paying the ambiguous loyalties royalties
for a creation they contributed naught to but plague.

Renew all.
The Bloc Age.
The Agreement Age.
Pact.
Understanding.
Armistice.
Empathy.

Radical.
Delusional.
Damaged.
Holy.
Hero.
?

©

Temper Nature

1/6/2017

Castle,
built so proudly.
Remove one stone,
watch it fall.

Your eyes
look so deeply,
for an East
that bears no War.

My containment,
conquered in value.
Please repeat
those sweet words to me.

My disposition granted
nothing at all.
I just ended up
with my back against The Wall

Angry, frustrated
and out of my mind.
But I'm sure you've heard it
a million times.

And I see
the notes upon your face.
And I know
how to play those chords.

Now I see
the flood receding.
But still I
am not breathing.

©

Paper Jungle

12/15/2016

The lurid allure of bank account confidence.
Pollinated out of a need to nourish.
Definitions root and stem,
hiding meaning in the cold cold soil.
The futile docile dream;
Eternally mimicking an elite ritual.
Materials follow to alter & twist,
degrading attuned intuition.
A punishing cadence is left
ringing
in the ears.
A sense of balance bereft;
Straining to stand for something.

Up-selling the century around the priority divide.
The meaning of mother has gone to market, the order minced and crushed, packaged and sold.
Fiends seek out a craven ailment & decry
sensible barriers that all hope will hold.
The survivor grip lets not go,
but the needle shakes awry, making straight-forward steps hard to maintain.
Trembling destitute on rancid streets,
down into narrow marrow alleys where the power lines are not wired.
A place that only accepts currency of time and flesh.
'I have no coin.
No purse to weigh against the odds.
No chance to fill, to satiate, to quell,' and
Burning hungry, an otherwise Angel turns cutthroat Cain.

The caskets profit,
the prophet casks it,
Only to let it drip when value peaks.
Sweet taste of age as it adds another % to the worth,
spent in prime height & hoarded in hard times.
The cudgel commerce swing & the trade designation & the contract negotiation.
Locked in rates & an easy impression raped.
There owes no interest where only its own is in the best of grace.
A turnstile revolution,
capturing whatever the craze du jour,
keeping as many as can be,
occupied and disarmed,
restrained, conflicted and deranged.

In this paper jungle and precious metal tale.

©

#aftermath (It's what's trending)

11/10/2016

It has been decided. America shocked the World...Like a Hail Mary pass into too much coverage in dying seconds. A come from behind 3rd period surge to force overtime and a shootout. A solo home run during the home team’s order in extra innings, the proceedings were electrifying, leading up to the US of A choosing as the 45th POTUS: Donald J. Trump. And was it ever a glorious mock sporting event of points, strategy and momentum, which, as sporting leagues tend to do to wrap up a season, crowned and delivered a winner. From out of a filthy gestation (campaign) and into the world: an Orange Rogue Champion.
But first, before I go further and elaborate on #aftermath. I must address something...
Fuck you, Van Jones, and your coyish race riot inciting speech. You are an indignance riddled, blow hard, huff n’ puff pundit piece of shit. White-Lash??? You sucker of dead donkey cock. What kind of affect are those words going to have? How are they going to interpreted??? You’ve already had a hand in making young Liberals so fucking puny and physically defenceless through tempered pacifism, subliminal censorship and safe-space baby-bases, that you’re now using fury and spite in your words, paralleling those types that want to get the majority of the public to endorse War and Conquest…Blow me, douche…Through your haughtily educated, 'enlightened bourgeoisie informing the proletariats' attitude, you have effectively helped coerce the divide you so staunchly oppose...You're live. Not on a delay. And if your profession begs of you to be level and tolerant, act as such. You and your bleeding heart cronies.
I don’t think overt hypocrisy and its consequence is thoroughly addressed in these “celebrity pundit” circles. with their slovenly contrived talk that does more harm than good. The studio audience is screened, you fools. They don’t represent the masses. Your polls don’t either. Only the lonely and chatty do your surveys. It is NOT a clear representation of anything except maybe conjecture. Most regular people have so many other things to concern themselves with.<I think???> Things that keep them, and their families, afloat. They don’t get paid to sit around and surmise about political analysis and make predictions. They rely heavily on mixed media, their gut, and the opinions of those around them— none proven to be a sure clairvoyance of valuable pre-hindsight attestation, but they compute it all as best they can and attach to the best agenda they have time to review.
Let's move on to something else. <to be revisited later>
Would the protests have happened no matter who won? Methinks, Yes...It should be no secret that the embittered boil at the same temperature, no matter the side— militant mind and fed up, or those of faux pacifistic maxim with bachelor degrees of packaged compassion. How it all manifests can only be in a few forms: Peaceful or Violent, of Warranted purpose or of Propaganda's Pit, Aesthetic Effect or Genuine Rejoice, if I can qualify a few spectral opposites.
I’m not going to lie. Anxiety left my being in the last 48 hrs. Not because it’s finally been voted on, but because the highest of offices in the USA is not going to be filled by Hillary. And that is not an anti-women sentiment. I just do not trust the look of her. What, with the dopey Stephen Harper hairstyle and the reverse jowl cheek bones that give her the sadistic appearance of the Annabelle doll…Disconcerting, I think is the word…If there is even a shard of truth behind conspiracist rumblings that run the colour of possible, then Clinton would have had me in fear that Ultimate Control and Disarmament of the people of the largest populated first-world country would march on for another four years. My paranoia and cynicism would have taken a shot of norepinephrine, dug their metaphorical claws into the recliner’s arms and bitten down hard on the rubber mouthguard they stuff between your teeth so you don't sever your tongue during shock therapy treatment. <Strap in and hold on, Chum, this is going to really fuck with you!>
Some info out there for mind-consumption that I found suspect and made me distrust the Clinton machine that isn't too over the top, and that also struck me as totally plausible human behaviour: The email from Donna Brazile to John Podesta with prep questions for Hillary ahead of the DNC debates…That is sneaky, back door shit. Unfair practice going on within their own party. Making sure that Senator Sanders would indeed have to shoot from the hip while Hillary could memorize concise responses to the questions her campaign staff projected to be the best issues to tackle with the right words.
Or how Clinton says that she does understand the need for a public policy and a private one. What the fuck is your private policy??? That was a paid speech reveal. As in she was compensated. Like any actor would be: Paid to say what they’re paid to say. It was delivered to Wall Streeters, too. Even the dimmest can make that leap. And how does one take those comments about private policy, if the specifics aren't readily available, if Mrs. Clinton was vague on meaning, not expanding her intent. That throws up a red flag with me. Backdoor, nudge-nudge wink-wink shit, I abhor.
Then there's this Saudi-Clinton connection that I read mention of. Something like a 10 million dollar donation to the Clinton Foundation doesn’t bode well for my opinion of her. Especially if that money is used to fund her campaign and all they talk about is who donates what, and for what reason. For influence and sway, no doubt. Even a wage worker can understand that getting paid means doing the work. And the contribution is indisputable, whether it was made in grace or insidiousness.I don't know for sure, but I'll go with the latter(Saudi Arabia is backwards-ancient, behaviourally, but it’s rich as fuck)…just a more plausible human dealings: greased palms and clandestine negotiations. Quid Pro Quo international bedfellows. Compromise: an easy way to describe bending over and grabbing ankle.
Why would it be so hard to come the fuck clean about some of this stuff. Assuage the skeptical. It seems like these prominent figures have no inkling that suspicious statements or dealings cannot be struck from the record, or from the mind. And what the mind of anyone who hears these kind of things might be thinking is totally up to the person rallying those statements around in their head. You can control what you say and how you say it, but you’re not going decide how it’s taken by another person.
Ultimately, for me, it's fuck the career politicians…The new-age land surveyors of census-- lawyers trained to ferret out loopholes and tongue tie defensive objections into double-talk disorientation…I don’t trust ‘em. Probably never will. Fuck the stone carved Establishment.
Now, so as I'm not being biased, in the other corner you have Trump. A man who makes poorly worded and poorly thought out comments while gesticulating like a captive show-walrus slapping his fins for fish. That’s what happens to a tangential doofus that loves the sound of his own voice. He’s not used to watching his mouth (or his breathing exercises while on live television). He probably never really has had to learn that to further his political career. Everyone says stupid things they don’t necessarily mean…Van Jones, fuck…But it still spills into the public consciousness all the same. And it all could come back to bite him in the ass. Trump is accused of some heinous treatment of women, too. That I cannot abide. But I will tell you, he's not the first 'taken' or 'committed' man I've noticed alter their demeanour when he's around women to when he's out of their earshot...Is it blown out of proportion? Maybe. Will it start a War though? Probably not. Unless, of course he makes a blatant pass at Putin's alleged mistress, Alina Kabaeva…That could set off the missiles and launch some Warships, for sure…And when I say War, I mean a real War...No-fly zones provocation in foreign skies kind of shit. Border drills and troop increases. That’s what both pisses leaders off and presses paranoia up against their face. Not salacious remarks a well adjusted human can sweep aside.
That's another thing that had me tense, the rising aggression between America and Russia. I don’t think, and I hope, that Trump is interested in forcing Western ideals and Democracy on people from other tougher and more conflicted and congested parts of the world. He says he's focused on America. Something that will take more than 4 years to repair. And if by this point you're still calling him a racist or misogynist or sexual predator, then rest easy. If he's always done it, he won't stop now. That means we haven’t heard the last of it. Once the irrefutable evidence is there, then he will pay for it. Then he’ll have to serve his time. Just not right now. Right now he’s got other time to serve.
Just to be clear: In no way is this meant to condone all the questionable rhetoric or egregious things Trump has said and may have done. I’m not letting him off easy, but remember, innocent until proven guilty is a facet of the liberties so vehemently protected in the US. Be patient. Truth be told, I'm just not too concerned about the lewd behaviour of a man as I am the potential War provocation that other factions may truly have been seeking to escalate. Another thing I do find weird that has cause a fuss, Trump's tax returns, and how he won’t release them. That seems a mite suspect. Then again, what do I know about how a businessman's taxes are conducted. Is he hiding something? Maybe. But I'm sure someone would've uncovered something nefarious about them by now. I mean, it's not like a tax evader could be allowed to hold public office, right?
I, as I’d like to think of all humans, have some self-doubt and am self-critical. I have no problem admitting that. What really bugs me is when I see these unflinching, fart clenching, photogenic pulpiters present themselves as they have none whatsoever. They are not immune to discomfort. They should act like it affects them in some degree. It would make them more human in the eyes of the masses. It would make them more honest to the average person. Skirting that kind of relatability makes them all the more callous and apathetic in my books and leads me to believe their facade to be the product of suborned arrogance, and that their egos find ways to justify the actions in the attempt to stave off noticeable crippling anxiety and feelings of low and unmanned moral borders from the public. It irks me that we never see those kind of human emotion-masters in these ‘leaders’ or candidates ( at least until they are so worn down from bottling it up and they lose their grip and spin off into the concrete divide at excessive speeds). To me it means that they are either hiding something, or they are so fucking high on themselves, and have some questionably gleaned sense of purpose, that they don’t truly 'feel for the people'. Because that would require feelings, of which, it appears that they have none except the right ones— just synonymous words equated with feelings.(to me anyhow)
In just over a year we’ve seen Trudeau’s Liberal Party shocker gaining a huge house majority, Brexit, and President Trump. Those are three big shake-em-ups the oddsmakers would never have bet on. But they happened. People want change, they don’t care what kind of change it is, just that it is change. These aren’t text your vote to 2254 today(.45 cent charge per vote) kind of elections. These are free, and are a citizenry right. They mean something. People want to mean something. Every single one of us, no matter their ability or mental capacity.
Aside from the candidates, this attack on what constitutes as 'news' is really pissing me off. CNN anchors said that whites, particularly men, with no college degree came out in droves for Trump. Is that any way to portray the working class? Regardless of their race. Maybe it’s that kind of derogatory bullshit pigeonholing condescension that got the people of lesser means into the polling stations. I loathe how all the broadcasters, all the pundits, all the college educated in communications, journalism, poli-sci, or anything like that have the gall to call hard working, struggling people something so blatantly a slight against their ability to cogitate properly. (Mind you, there’s no shortage of imbecilic humans. I know that. I might be one for all I know. But that doesn’t mean that everyone that voted Trump can be lumped into a single category of perceived idiocy) CNN correspondents might defend the demographic description by saying it’s a factual representation of the voter turn out in certain areas, or for this particular election season. I say it’s another tool of division. It’s a fucking stake hammered deep into the soil of segregation. CNN doesn’t control how what they say proliferates (much the same as Trump and Clinton's rhetoric does them) and that ‘electoral fact’, exemplified by a comment like Van Jones’ 'White-Lash' could be seeds used to cultivate something we will only see become fruit during the dire harvest: a crop that needs no water or tending is a crop that grows as quietly as disease.
Everybody start formulating some new talking points, now. Chop, Chop. Time is a-wastin’. Batter each other with contrary logic until the other submits and agrees...Yeah...That'll work...It's gotta.
All in all, this election proved to me that while Democracy is perverted, it is NOT a complete sham— that there is not some pre-selected, bought and paid for system within the system (unless there is and they are playing the psychological game from both sides and all of it really is just a meaningless and sado-masochistic version of Star Search hosted by the corpse of Ed McMahon and I'm just an idiot).
It has also proven to me, thought of in the most impartial way I can to satisfy both sides of the argument, this simple sentence: “Mostly, they are stupidly impulsive, but they sure as hell aren’t scared to take a chance.”
And for the record, I was for Bernie. His approach to education, anyhow. Educate, educate, educate (just try to be self-aware of what you become…VJ…Don’t just be a repeater. Be an interpreter) All in all, I don't care what side you end up on, just fucking never stop reading, never stop learning. I wish I hadn't. I've wasted many years and much resilience of youth.
So, now, as we march into the future, all of us, winners and losers alike, we must get with it and nestle into the fire together. Don't be shy. Accept each other. It’s actually quite warm. (One can’t be cold hearted if they’re warm-blooded and they can’t be heartless if their tissues, muscles and organs need to be perfused)
Try to think on this: All these candidates, regardless of your heartless effigy depiction of them, love in some way. They love their families, or parts of it, just like you do yours. But yours they will never truly love, not like the love a family has for itself, as a unit. That in itself is hard work. Love doesn’t have to be reciprocated on a National or even a Worldly level. That’s the stuff of dreamers. And the dream is quite possibly a coma for a time being.
Cuss, repent, and repeat as necessary…No hard feelings…Get on with it in whatever capacity you feel like, but know that change is met with resistance and that, ‘Change is Constant’-Heraclitus of Ephesus.***(qualifying addendum: Heraclitus said "Life is Flux"...ever changing, constantly ever changing. I just paraphrased.) ©

A Prelude to an Implosion

11/7/2016

Nov.6-7/16
On this eve of great importance…The eve of the 8th…Fireworks Choose-day…I choose to try and find some sense for my own good.
In this maladroit and ill-edified construct of character assassination consciousness we look for the high ranking meddlers and ball-droppers to be executed for internal and pseudo-inadvertent treason towards our race. The idea of gifted elections is not a lost and improbable one, although hard to prove outright. They are taxed with enough doubt and rumour and scorn that even a semi-astute adult may pull in a swerve to get around the deafening slander and daft self-promotion, effectively accomplishing the task of making people turn it off anyway— the bruising fruit appearance of the planet— lesion pocked humanity always in need of a good War. And in it, the reticent depravity of solace; wanting not to admit, just wanting to be left alone to think.
For the sake of brevity I’m going to only reference Russia and the U.S. in this piece. No sense in dragging out other conflicting Powers and what impact they have. I don’t have the time or the knowledge to make all the connections. I’m an incremental man with a lot on my mind…
I’ve read in a recent edition of The Economist that Russia’s military flex rhetoric is a sign of weakness, not strength. Albeit just one point in the article, but I focused in on it and asked myself, “How idle can those deductions be trusted to believe?” Have you ever felt a growing presence of enemies indoctrinated against you, fearful of combat with them because they are bigger and more powerful, but that you’re proud enough to know you’ll have to be convincingly beaten by them, perhaps put in traction, before bowing? I have. Maybe not in a great sense such as amassing and prepping strike power, or conducting drills so that muscle memory reflex is well ready for defence and action, but I have braced for aggressions before.
It's why I don’t find preparation odd. If I knew ‘Big’ Billy Shmoe was coming over to my house to kick my teeth in, you bet your ass I’d get my baseball bat from the basement. I’d carry around with me, too, if there was a threat possibility outside my stronghold.
It leads me to the question: Can nothing be really trusted more than a launch code??? WWIII is a bit extreme, don't ya think?
For me, I say, don’t bait the hook if you can’t hold the piano-wire line it’s on with bare hands. Remember: Putin’s a Warrior. He’ll let that line run right through his palm, into flesh, wrap around his bones and sever them before he lets go. Tenacity met with Tenacity. Fire with Fire...It’s just too bad that by entering the arena, in any capacity, you agree with the conditions of the tenacious and the fiery. Where's the warning? Where's the perfectly spelled out disclaimer that tells: Don’t become the diplomatricks that get thrown on a johns-list website with a tousled demeanour that scream the perp doesn’t know the difference between dress rehearsal and opening night. It’s all an improv and off-the-top-of-the-head… But don't forget, The Attritionists are reffing this game, (and tonight is not not a night when many penalties are called). There they sit, top heads of state or institution or whatever, delivering any kind of address, and the subsequent fallout, that doesn’t require monitoring of the reaction— it’ll be forgotten soon enough. On to another thing, another battle, another contention....After all, they’ve got the best bomb shelters if things go really south.
And for those Golden Retriever types that want to champion nothing-but-the-truth-so-help-me-god. It must take a masochistic urge on their part to want to be an honest, unfettered politician. Let alone one that can do anything without the hired help of speech writers, PR consultants and assistants numbering in the many. I mean, when it gets down to it, can you really trust aides? It doesn’t take long for one viral case to proliferate into unshakeable pestilence. That's just how loyalty works nowadays-- who-can-do-the-best-for-my-career attitudes that translates into flaky loyalty and shoddy ranks of minions that are absorbing experience and waiting for their time to forge ahead on their own. I'd hate to give attention to such paranoias. It would hurt to sleep with shit like that running around in my head.
I used to not care one bit what was going on in the world of politics. I never voted, so I never bitched (Carlin has a great rebuttal for that). But then, a few years ago, I decided I would start voting. Retain the right to bitch if I wanted to. “Oh well, we’re fucked this way, because of some person doing that…I’m all right though, I voted for the other person…would’ve been our best play but y’all are too such and such and blah and blah…”
I guess I saw myself, from 18 to almost 30, still attuning to my nervous system and peripheral function in that time I’ll round down to a decade, as being in a position of not able to make a difference or well-informed decision. That the system was fucked before I was born, and how can I possibly alter course, set and steady, and keep up in high knots of information’s velocity. It was generation Disenfranchised, and I didn’t care. That was my culture. There were others freedoms and liberties to explore and test. Interaction with a world I wish I understood then as I do now. The cynicism in my system was there, but it wasn’t flowing like a mudslide through my arteries, transported to every fibre and capillary of me until there was no more unconquered territory for the tainted perfusion cycle to campaign for.
Trump states. Clinton states. Red states. Blue states. Arteries and veins (epithelial tissue that had a colour before the colour had a name and distinction in the textbooks).
The end of it doesn’t mean it’s over. Not in this case. Not ever again. We are entering the Epoch of the Disillusionment…Emotional arrest whats perpetuity is kept vital and beating through vicariously oriented programs and devices. Connected without looking someone in the eyes. The rush of the world has not time for a intimacy like that. Pressure runs ya ragged. The hot and interrogative thousand watt bulbs of retina burning sense; don’t look into the Sun, but fear not flying high on shoddy wings and fickle winds, Icarus.
Grainy and pixelated knolls of scrutiny and gatherings of body heat and evidence now nothing but fragments interspersed in documentaries and specials-- words and theory on drying page that will one page fall away as dust. Is there any inherent nerve shared that we can replenish with vitality? Or have I fried my mind and epoxied my gears of Hope— adding to the clutter of dusty synapses I have.
No one is too young to die. But you can definitely become too old to live. Especially if the old have influence and agenda interests. There is no place for some ancient traditions now. They must be left to sink into the depths of our history to rust away like the Titanic.
Propaganda exercise: Distorting the self from subjectivity, leaving the self alone in a search for the objective tight-rope tied between two poorly pronounced points. To shake and cry, revolt and dissent, be peaceful and pacifistic all come upon at once..Too much, maybe…Emotion is not an electrically charged particle, but charged it still gets called. An abundance or a deficit determines the ability of the particles. A class-styled scheme the same. Its tools growing. Fear of A.I. Adaptation and Inference. Financial Malaise tethered to family-comes-first attitudes. Countries and culture not familiar with each other except for what’s approved— at one another’s throats or operating under treaties that reek of acquiescence and that were signed under pressure.
I realize now I have to watch it live, if I can, instead of getting the filtered, excerpted, spliced, modified, out-of-context, circumventing-the-issue statements and analysis after the fact. Spin fucking City. War era psychological tactics of sonic oppression and self-derangement. This is a time of division and stance teetering on Bradburyian book burning, Thompson’s ‘Doomed’ and the employ of Pynchon’s Manuel of War.
The taunt ‘Do something about it’ doesn’t rile the adrenals anymore. It’s a trap for temperament. The politicos know a dangerous warrior is an educated one. And education must suffer to cut down on dangerous warriors. That’s why there is a binary battlefield out there. A Dark web. A Black Market. A Scary Bazar hawking goods that are bad. That’s where the new warriors are these days: embedded in a different kind of place…Wars of Code: the future…
But please, to the youth that don’t recall dial-up: understand the internet is not the brain. It is a construct of the brain. And the brain can be a dark, concealed place with some welded shut doors— tacked spottily in haste, but sealed just the same. An infernal repose and reflection: can it truly be such? Or has the internet that behaves like the brain, its creator, cast the image improperly in a way to make us chase our tails, unable to sift and trawl for the rock bottom truth. Where darkened pupils learn with empty eyes and acquire solipsism from the inability to distinguish traitor from martyr, good guy from bad; all you know is yourself: unsure and weary.
It can’t all just be in my head— the last bastion of sanity I think I can trust.
So tomorrow, the 8th of November, in the year of someone else’s Lord-2016, I will be rooting for some televised spontaneous combustion…I don’t care who or what, let’s just get all the bang we can for what we’re all going to pay for: Implosion.
As a Canadian, I can’t help but feel like this election has nothing to do with me. That I, like I did before deciding to vote, thought the results of no effect on me. That I will continue to live easily and of fortunate circumstance. But no, this election will affect me. It will affect all the World’s living organisms…Or not, and everything stays its good ol’ stalemate status quo self.
The old me would never sit down and watch a cheap circus of just Clowns, an Elephant & a Donkey, but I am going to. At least as much as I can bear. I’m going to keep my eyes peeled for the humans in this debacle. Because so far it’s just a inflated production starring some puppet C-list actors with higher end muppet B-listers as the supporting cast.
For years, lots of us have been saying it's all just a big joke. This election just proves the hypothesis. ©

It's Hard To Make Friends When You're A Nihilologist

11/2/2016

Oct.27-Nov.1/16

Annihilation. Mutually Assured Destruction. Complete and utter Obliteration of the Human Race. Nothing left of Us…nadda soul…nadda human peep: A torrential concept or the ultimate contribution?
   Whatever your stand, it does sound beautiful, doesn’t it? I bet you can’t even imagine it your brain is clogged full of this frequency sodden reality. Try for a second to imagine a serenity wherein there is no more war, no more outcry, no more ‘injustice’. Just peace and a cycle of life that has no interpretation or care of intrinsic value. Survival and Evolution are the only codes of conduct. Prey and Predator know not why they are, they just are, and they, without consciousness of it, accept it. Roaming free and just being.
   Or are you of the crop that has taken a side in this incoherent confabulation we call existence? Great. Good for you. Rock that vote and disseminate your platform for reform. FIX THIS MESS! Let’s jive, baby. Abolish tradition everywhere, that’s a start. No residue from eras we weren’t alive in. No carried over bias. Fresh start. Eradicate hate, but not bloody gruesome feeding: tearing and gnashing, chasing and felling…Beauty and nature will live on (an old proposal) no matter how horrid and majestic they can simultaneously be.
   There is no grand remedy, no sword to throw yourself on that will accept your mystic sacrifice for the betterment of some loose cause of fabled morality, or for furthering the trumpeted censure for the status quo. But sill, righteous and reproachful, the marching as towards battle still rhythmically connects the steps of the crusaders throughout time. Those who court no bad taste. Those who do no wrong.
   If history has taught me anything, it’s that more often than not you get what you want by force, and now they are forcing people against each other, crushing our fusion with as little physical intervention as possible. Letting us slay and blame our actions on their decisions.
We're in a rapid fire data society, now. So much to hold and remember. And if you can’t keep up, you give up. That, or you try something a little more your pace. Slow it down, don’t make it harder than it needs to be. That’s cool. Whatever works for you. Take your time. But remember: All those echelons above you, the ones that move too fast for you, all have myriad people who can take those top-spin G-forces that measure endurance...And the higher up it goes, the fewer people there are in those echelons who can hang on...Well weathered fucking Pharaohs of the 21st fucking century. Tell me that’s not a rational representation. Everyone understands cliques and class on some level. You think the bullshit, feeling-out-my-environment and boundary testing stops somewhere in early adulthood and everyone signs a ceasefire? It gets worse the higher you go and the older you get. The air is thinner, the wine has been aged beautifully and stored perfectly, the finest of human-egg caviar and riches of whatever carnality to suckle await those who will put in the time and temperament...Just so long as they remember to Obey, play the part to perfection forever.
   Go ahead then, if you just want it simple and contained and easily explained. That’s your right. Just make a small offering to the venal bastards of likes, views, followers, adherents, subscribers and constituents. It’s where we’re going. Where we always have been going...For the record, (and all intents and purposes): IV is the best way to administer the sickness. Mainline the juice. Dropout RN-es will be spiking saline bags mixed with just enough drip-kick of injectable necrosis to render the recipient mentally incapacitated but physically functional. Make sure you tap a vein now, ya hear. No need for an intramuscular injection causing atrophy that inhibits the ability to scroll. No time for dementia now, either. Keep to the task at fucking hand. That’s why we’ve got the RN-es for assistance— Help.
   For me, though, I’ve got to make a play before the whole thing is sabotage proof with a baby-safe cap preventing an overdose of organ halting prescription… Before Perfusion of backwards, sideways, oblique information that runs you cyanotic before you can grasp the wheel in the storm, really starts working. An odious squall of stomach bile that loosens your teeth from gum tissue and bone, wearing enamel down until rot from exposure cannot be circumvented.
   Too vile a thought? Over the top? Maybe…But you can’t deny we’re becoming too many. Population has more than doubled since the 60's. (Another testament to rapidity)
   Now, to shift this diatribe a bit, I’d like to address those affiliated Pro-Lifers…the placard carrying brats of God with splintered wooden dowels so deep, up and in their body cavities that it’s tickling the traverse colon…The God’s-good-grace-with-a-grand-mysterious-plan types… They offer no new path, even though they profess their way is the way. All because in the back of their little, weak-signal mush factories protected by suture fused bones, that they know the virgin birth story is a crock. And deep down, in that troubled tissue of reason, they know, since Joseph had no hand in it, that Mary had to be a lady of the promiscuous persuasion. That or she was violated. Either way, they know that if their Saviour, their son of God and Man, was an illegitimate, and they are actively awaiting a second coming, then perhaps that modern Messiah will be born of uncouth terms, under uncouth circumstances, and that is why they oppose abortion so…Why else is there cause to impose belief upon a different opinion about choice?
Take the case of Roe v. Wade, 410 U.S. 113, in the early seventies. In Freakonomics, (Steven Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner, whom explain it in more expansive detail than I do here), one section offers the correlation that after Abortion is regarded as a legal right in all U.S. states by the Supreme Court, crime rates were a direct statistic to drop everywhere in the 90’s— twenty years later(a fine gestation time for a ne’re-do-well to reach full stride of criminality and distressful societal integration). Stemming effects pointing to the idea that the unfit and wantonly hedonistic bare-backers(I’m also skewering the fathers, two to make a zygote, HA) seek out the legal termination because they know they cannot sustain the position of parent without fucking up the child and leading it down a path laid with resentment and poverty, or by having it put into the care of the state(tax payers paying for the licentiousness of the ill-informed). Sounds like a good connection to make. A plausible result from a time-proven equation. <boredom + natural biology(Chemical hormones) = rampant fucking without regard for consequence> It’s like saying you’ll do the dishes later, and four days on theres’s more dishes than there is room in the dishwasher that you just found out is broken because of poor maintenance. What Now, paper plates and plastic non-biodegradable cups? Easy clean…Fill-Empty-Toss-Forget…Fuck.
   So, with that darling analogy out of the way, I say to the Pro-Lifers: quit waiting on a fucking crackerjack miracle (that could’ve already caught the blender in a sterilized office) to prove your faithful existence in service of a mirage and delirium scenario. Everyone has enough tough choices to make without you throwing down some biblical righteousness. I just can't understand why Abortion is still a contested topic. The arguments on the Pro-Life side do not run very deep. It's like that innate trait of decree can't be shaken for some reason. A reason that escapes not just me, but them, as well.
   Maybe that does prove they’re looking for solace and absolution in the depravity? In the tear-full blood and shit-muck. Looking to force their agenda of 'all lives matter', even precognition ones, because they can’t buck the nag of rationality. Wanting to fill the world with miscreants that will demand the invocation of a new divine escort by supplying God with a new swath of humanity that’s in dire need of saving. Come, O’ Cesspool Christ, force repentance...I’ve heard enough. Take your Crusade back to the sands of broken empires. See how you fair there. Leave the freedom of choice alone, and maybe we’ll get out of this pit of anxiety and doubt yet.
   So, with granite screws drilled through our shoulders into a pillar of mounting disharmonious equity, a chunk of humanity still cannot accept that some get pinned to the totem higher than others. For why those lower want to move up, closer to the zenith of contempt and abrogation, is what I can’t compute The reasons of others I'm having a harder time following these days...But hey, it’s all just entertrainment, right folks? And it's got us biting through chainmail and a cheap, thin layer of tin that is designed to chip and crack those rotten and loose teeth…The shine doesn’t add value, fool. It’s just a coat that won’t keep you warm…
   Abortion…Annihilation…Kin perhaps calling the other cousin, but definitely not sibling. Their paternity ride different horses with different saddles…Nihilology isn’t an exact science. It’s just a hypothetical one.

Adieu.

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