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We Are The Few, Those Who Fight Further
Venom.
I used to spray venom.
I hated you. I hated your beliefs, your petty arguments, and your stupid feelings. You justified everything with an emotion. You rationalized the most irrational thoughts and behaviors with whatever whimsical fodder that the gray matter within your skull conjured at that moment. You annoyed me to no end.
You still exist. You work with me. You walk the streets. You walk around with a “Vote Hope” shirt or consider yourself a Born Again McCainiac. Sheep.
You are the American Voter.
You line up on television in your stiff collared shirt, sport coat, and American flag lapel. You spew a mindless ideology that does not see right or wrong, but right and left. You denigrate the “other side” whenever they have a good idea based simply on the letter next to their name.
You put bumper stickers on your car so everyone can see the brand upon your back…
“Hillary ‘08.”
“Change You Can Believe In.”
“100 more YEARS!”
I have lost my will to fight the tide. Take me now, in a wave of your stupidity, inundate and inculcate me with contempt and shortsightedness. I am ready. Arms spread and eyes squeezed tight. Wisp me away to a world of black and white, of simple bigotries…
Just promise to make it quick.
But the tide will never come, will it? And my venom will no longer afflict you. I have transcended you.
Because I am one of the few. I see the media for what it is…paid military “analysts” and liberal blow-hards spewing ideology and recycling sound bytes until my eyes and ears bleed from repeated assault on my intellect. I see you for who you are, an animal of man scraping by on whatever your barely sentient brain happens to absorb.
There are many of us. Out there. Spread amongst the rank and file cattle. We look like you, but within the silence of our thoughts we plot and plan. Should the revolution begin, we will be wearing masks of anonymity and throwing molotov cocktails at the stormtroopers. We will paint the walls of our cities in propaganda. We will stand together against the evils of men; men themselves. And should it come crashing down, should all hope vanish, we will fight further.
Until we either stamp out the great beast and its flock of sheep-skinned men, or until every last one of us is revealed to the world, as the Machine rips our veils off and the warmth of light graces the faces of the few.
We are the few, those who fight further.
Yes, the venom has been saved. But the hate lingers on. Fire the first shot, give me a sign, and we will show the world the meaning of liberty…
Forget The Platitudes, I’ve Got Platforms!
So If I were President…
Iraq Policy: The war in Iraq has divided us. It has done irreparable damage to the triumphalist narrative which has guided us from the conquest of the frontier through the “Good War” of the 1940s. What Korea and Vietnam began, this war in the sands of Iraq has completed: the sewing of a narrative of defeat. Through this war we have lost faith in our ability to triumph. There will be no new children’s games in the vein of the Iraqi conflict, for Cowboys and Indians will dominate our youth for yet another century. There will be no fantastic movies portraying the great American victory, for none exists. It is time my people, my children indeed, to decide. I leave it to you. Within three weeks we will vote. Not the Congress, for their failure is complete. But you, your loved ones, our men and women overseas–yes, we will all vote. A referendum to invoke popular will. The choice is simple: stay indefinitely and attempt to fix the situation or leave immediately. For there can be no other option. I am bound to you and your voice. Let me hear it. Let it ring loudly and with the triumphant spirit of the American way. I am your servant…allow me to serve your will…
Foreign Policy at large: The age of American Empire is over, and I will be its executor. We currently have troops on the ground of 130 of the 191 countries of the world. It costs you, us, over one trillion dollars a year to manage this imperial force, and today it ends. I am pulling troops out of old Cold War hot spots. Hot spots…the name infers heat, conflict, and trouble. For there is no trouble any longer. The age of antagonism in the Middle East and around the world ends now! We together will usher in an era where all world leaders are welcome into our home and to sit at our table to discuss the prosperity of all nations. No longer will non-democratic, Muslim, or Communist regimes be met with hostility. For not every one is American, and we should feel extremely privileged that we can claim as such. You are special–for we are the Shining City Upon a Hill, and our greatness will no longer be spread by violence and at the point of a gun, but by trade, openness, and a basic understanding of our goodnesses place within the world. We will come home, we will defend our borders and respect the integrity of this nation from invasion and undocumented immigration. We will come home, and we will spend our monies on roads, and food, and public works, and we shall return our house to the greatness it once was. The age of American Empire is over, and we will all stand before the warmth of the next century with no enemies, no entangling alliances–and we will show the world the true quality of our character.
Civil Liberties: The age of legislating our morality shall end. I will veto any normative judgment upon your life. I will elevate judges who respect civil liberties above all else. Your body is your temple, and you possess the unalterable right to improve and destroy it. If you choose to use drugs, then so be it. The War on Drugs and its wasteful spending and unreasonable and unjust incarcerations end today. I will attempt to decriminalize all drugs in the United States and if the Congress fails to acquiesce than I will dismantle the Federal Agencies that execute the laws on the books. It ends. If you so choose to sell your bodies, than please proceed, for your body is the property of no one but yourself, and certainly no government. If you choose to marry a person of the same sex, then I say so be it. Find a Church, be wed, and live an amazing life. You do not exist to serve this government, or to fear it…your choices are your own. Simply do not harm others or infringe upon their right to act freely and we will all live as we are, not as we are made to be.
Taxation: I am closing the IRS. The income tax will no longer be collected. Your work is your property and I will not allow our government to waste your labors. With the end of American Empire and the War on Drugs we will surely be fine, as the income tax only collects around a trillion dollars a year. Fear not, your roads will be serviced, your utilities will remain on. I am giving you back what is yours. The age of Government Ownership ends. You are not a wage slave; you exist as a freeman and I will return you to such heights of celestial madness. Our government will exact taxes as the Constitution clearly outlines and we will prosper. I do not own you; we do not own you–or your work.
Abortion/Capital Punishment/Euthanasia: Without the right to life, there exists no other right. I support the abolition of both state-sponsored abortion and termination. The federal government will no longer contribute to any destruction of life. No dollar will destroy an infant’s life. No dollar will send toxic fluids into the arm of a citizen. It is a hard decision for me, my children. Those convicted of heinous crimes sometimes deserve to be expelled from our society. They have rejected our goodness and have embraced depravity and madness. Yet, if we execute one innocent man…one man who lived a good life, and did the right thing, but was failed by our justice system, then I tell you that is simply one too many. When someone is dead there is no going back. And although we can never give someone back the years, if we do not destroy their life, there is only a chance for redemption. The principle is equal on the issue of abortion. Those without a voice, without the ability to enact their will, are guilty of no crime. We will support their birth and bring them into a new world. And we will find them homes. We will allow all people seeking a child an honest chance. We will teach true sex education in our schools and decrease the number of unwanted pregnancies. We will do what is right. In doing what is right…we will also allow you to make the ultimate decision: whether this life, or its current quality, is something you still desire. The integrity of life is not the domain of the state, only the protection of the powerless and the innocent. If one, under their own volition, wishes to meet their maker, we shall allow them to do so. Your life is your own.
In closing, I wish to express my deepest gratitude to all of you. For you will truly become the American dream. I will awaken you from your enslaved slumber and give you wings in which to fly. I do not want to run the world. I do not want to run your lives. I want to empower you, because I believe in each and everyone of you. I know we have but only scratched the surface of the issues that we face today, but I want you to know with every stroke of my pen, with every echo of my voice, I will work to bring liberty to your doorstep. And She will knock, allowing you the chance, the hope, to allow Her into your life. Cast aside your bigotries, your hatreds, and truly understand that no one is identical…no one believes or shares in the same things. Not at home or abroad. Together we will prosper, with an understanding of our individual uniqueness and our collective purpose. We are brothers, sisters, comrades in the struggle to build a more perfect society. Catholics, protestants, Muslims, nonbelievers….homo and heterosexuals….man and woman…child and elder…black, white, and all the colors of the world…I ask you all to stand with me. I ask to be able to stand with you…
And together we shall stand tall and shake the foundations of Heaven, creating Eden again on Earth… a paradise of both temporal and eternal freedom.
Will you let me serve you..?
Owning it All
I remember riding in my best friend’s car one day years ago. We found ourselves in the most modest of neighbors: white doesn’t even begin to describe it. The street a smooth and wide surface that made even his old wheels sound reliable. The homes, two stories and big windows, shining back on us the sun light which crept over the tall oaks that dotted their green landscapes. Suburban America…the living and breathing dream that we all were enveloped in from the day we were born into this providential red, white, and blue land. It was nice…
My best friend and I sat silent, as best friends are able to do. Both taking in the sights and listening to the sweet whisper of the American Dream within our consciousness. He looked over at me and said, “Ya know…no one owns any of this.”
And in the most amazing way, he would go on to change my life.
He went on to tell me, in the most centered and even voice I had ever heard from him, that no one really owns anything. Looking over his steering arm, he explained that people were foolish to believe themselves to have any real private property rights in America. I listened without saying a word…
People do not own their homes, the bank does. And they allow you to live there while you promise to pay them back. The very money that the bank lent you to “buy” your home was borrowed from a regional bank who borrowed it from the Federal Reserve who in turn created it out of thin air. A system of debt…overwhelming and intrusive. And the bottom pawn, the American consumer, comes out of this tunnel of shit and anoints himself “home owner,” king of the Castle and all Creation. He trailed off softly, “No one owns anything…”
I looked at every home, the rows and rows of Castles, and I finally broke my silence. I told him that he was right, but some people do pay it off–some people truly do own their homes. He laughed, as he is prone to do, and asked me what I thought property tax truly was. Before I could answer he erupted, losing the even tone he had previously held. He told me that property tax was nothing more than rent to the Great Landowner, that every year we pay the government for the right to use this land. I agreed, but incompletely. I argued that, yes, while it is reminiscent of rent the government does not have control over your private property like a land owner.
“Private property?!” he seemed to say, quite amused. You see, he was right. The government was the Great Landowner and our property tax are nothing more than our rent. Should the government choose to build a public work or bless a private party to build an “economically advantageous” establish, they can and will take your home. If you own something it cannot be taken away, and in America you pay rent and when the curtain calls, you will lose everything.
That conversation changed a lot of my perspectives on the American Dream. I realized how completely phony it was. How it exists to create the illusion of success and progress, but does not deliver and never could. Even our wages, the fruits of our tireless labors, are the property of the government. The Sixteenth Amendment created an unapportioned tax on our income, which means that the government can lawfully take one-hundred percent of it. You are not taxed at thirty percent. You are merely allowed to keep seventy percent of it. You do not even own the money you make.
The entire system is fraudulent. The entire dream is bankrupt.
Owning it all.
Owning nothing at all.
The truth is we are slaves. You are a slave–a wage slave who rents his time and returns to “his” mortgaged home with what little money the government has allowed you to keep. I am a slave–a cog in the red, white, and blue plantation. I return to my rented apartment, upon rented land, with what little money the government has allowed me to keep.
My best friend, possessor of the humblest of ideas, changed my life. I no longer see Castles and small kings, but towers in a system of illusion. A fleeting dream we all wish to believe…a reverberating chorus that whispers so very softly, “We own it all…”
And then one day you wake up, owning nothing, nothing at all…
White Hot Hate, Love Italy
I was accosted by police tonight.
I’m so angry…so incredibly angry, and yet I feel nothing. As if I was upon the Beach of Nothingness–white sands and an ocean infinite. Just me and white sands.
I’m seething. The more I think about it, the more angry I become and the deeper a rage I experience. And yet, I feel nothing.
What was my crime? Playing acoustic music at a stop light too loud. It was so loud that the three other people in the car and I were enjoying random small talk at normal speech volume. It was so incredibly offensive as to warrant two police cars to pull me over and assault my eyes with their flashlights and my reason with their demagoguery.
A hate so pure…
Oh, and by the way…I’m not white, I’m italian, fucker.
A Revolution of Hope
Liberty, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth.
I don’t like to grand stand or make rallies. But this video struck me deeply. Donate…if you believe in change, in peace, in liberty, and most importantly in yourself.
Devaluing the Democratic Process
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Tonight I sat in front of the television and went through my usual process of perusing the evening news, switching between the blather on Fox, MSNBC, CNN, and various other networks to see what was important and to whom. And tonight was so very special: the ideological biases and priorities of the newscasters were more obvious and more offensive than any other night in recent memory.
O’Reilly droned on and on about the superiority of “traditional” holidays, while Olbermann and Matthews were comfortably fixed upon Rush Limbaugh and his great “misdeeds” of [ignorant] free speech. Glenn Beck…jesus, just whatever there.
But that’s not what’s important. The thing that bothered me was the obsession of all these different journalists (and I use the term with the loosest of loose generalizations) with a select few candidates for the Presidency. The whole thing brought the concept of “tiered candidates” into the forefront of my mind. And of course, in typical fashion, it was followed by a question: What is a “first” tier or “second” tier candidate? What is this stratification of candidates even based upon?
The answer is pure bullshit, scooped directly off the farm and force-fed into your mouth. The media has narrowly selected the candidates on each side of the isle “worth” talking about and has inflated their campaign for the nation’s highest office through engineered hype. These illustrious idiots, which now comprise what the media has dubbed the”top tier” of prospects, includes the likes of Clinton, Giuliani, Obama, and Romney. There you have it, folks. Your list of the best candidates based solely on what? Nothing. Don’t bother listening to anyone else…they don’t have a chance. I know this because funny men in suits tell me every night at 7p.m.
We are talking about the Presidency of the United States. We are talking about an election that will decide whether the dollar slips further into the swamp, eventually floating nicely beside the pesos. We are talking about an election that will decide whether America will continue to dump dollars and souls into the sands of Iraq. The United States is in crisis, and we as a public have allowed the media to focus our attention on a handful of candidates who do not stand for anything significantly different than what we have.
Why have they done this? Simple: the news industry has become a vortex of political and capital investments. Our media is owned. And in turn they own us. Don’t believe me? How many times have you thought to yourself quietly, or maybe you are brazen and stupid enough to say this aloud, that a person was “throwing their money or vote away” on a “second tier” candidate? On a”loser?”
The media doesn’t want us out of Iraq, they don’t want real change. Why? Because the men with the money don’t want change. So they put men in suits on every night to engineer support for “top tier” candidates. It’s the Presidency of the United States! How can you simply stratify political discourse? You can’t. But they have. And we have allowed them to do so.
Unless we vote to affect change, unless we tell the Owners of this country that we are no longer asleep–lulled and stupidified by that once glorious American Dream–we will not lose an election; we will lose everything.
You like Hillary? You like Romney? Tell me why. Articulate their positions on the war in Iraq, on the declining dollar, on America’s role in the world, on the clusterfuck that is our health care system. You can’t. Not all of them. But you support them regardless, because you are sheep.