Gnostic Propaganda & The Hive Mind: You Are a Zombie, But No Worries: Everything Tastes Like Chicken When Raw.

I've refrained from commenting on the charade taking place in Washington these last few weeks..

Or rather decades..

Because it's all too depressing, and I almost don't care about what I think about it, so why should I share it with you?  

Expect you to care, when I barely do?  

All pruny bathing in cynicism, here.    You are stupid.  You are stupid.  You are stupid.

Well, you know, whatever, right? 


All the discourse coming out of D.C. about default and all that is pure bullshit, cynical even for Washington and our "opinion making" elite.   Ever since the Iraq invasion I've been marking their lies and propaganda.   At first  I was shocked and incredulous, then for a while I was paranoid.

Now, I'm bemused verging into indifferent.   Still, I'll shake myself free of torpor to see if anyone cares to have a conversation.    I'll just make a few quick salient points to the void.   If anyone cares, you have my email address, or can leave a comment or whatever else may please you.


Study these two images:

This debt that the government creates is mostly held by Americans.   Some 70% - that's seventy  percent - of the debt is held by federal social security, military or civil pension funds, and our own investor class.  That's to say that the interest on the public debt for the most part enriches American citizens and corporations.


This means that the tax revenues being used to service the debt goes to major capitalists,  to private investors.  A default preventing the service of this debt would mean Daddy War Bucks might lose his free money stream.  Not gonna happen, as in not ever.  The warmachine and the banksters will get their lucre.  There will be no default that keeps their bloody paws from grubbing in the public till, believe me you.


There may come a point where there is a default that reorganizes the debt that could screw foreign interests, but barring war or some other major catastrophe I doubt even that. 


That's right.  Think about the scam, now.  Seriously.   You're stupid, but still.  Think about it:  TARP "bails out" the banks and major investment funds and insurance companies who deliberately created a bubble to run our economy into the ground.

Then, they demand that the government create public debt to "save the economy."   That public debt is then bought by the same private investor class who created the crisis.

They simultaneously demand that taxes on their investment and corporate income be abolished, thereby guaranteeing a sophisticated genus of debt bondage for the idiotic American public.

The wars feed the corporate contractors and the public debt simultaneously, as well.   Money goes from the public to the rich. 


The debt - no matter whether accrued by war or bailout - always constitutes a massive transfer of wealth toward our investor class, the wealthy, and the currently retired.


The very people who own and watch FOX News and read The National Review and profess to hate that house servant Obama.

The very people who say they hate the government are using it to rape the middle class.  Especially the future middle class, which will eventually be subsumed into the global working class (aka "proletariat") when it becomes feasible to pay the average American what they pay the sweat shop workers in Asia or immigrant labor here.   That day is coming, and even though most Americans are stupid they still feel it looming, which is why they are so mindlessly restive.  

The middle class being for the most part  catatonic, in a trance state where they blame the government for the mess,  not seeing that the government is the only agency that they have any real direct influence over, and is the only means of breaking the critical mass that monopolistic capital left alone always ultimately achieves, in which it draws all wealth to itself through interest on debt, and then enslaves all labor at a subsistence wage.

The zombies do not see that we have allowed our government and public discourse to be co- opted and utterly corrupted by the adepts of the rich.    


That's right.  I said it.


Enjoy your chicken.



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Now is the Winter of Our Discontent Made Glorious Summer..

We, determined to prove villainous and hate the idle pleasures of these days, plots have laid, inductions dangerous, by drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, set in deadly hate one against the other: subtle, false and treacherous.


All I can say is to repeat what I've already said: we deserve what we are going to get.




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Pictures of the Day: River Styx to Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings' House

The River Styx.

Three Vultures above the Styx.

Smallish alligator feeding upon a deer carcass in the river (click to enlarge image if you can't see him: he's almost invisible but for the top of his head on the right of the deer; mouth on carcass, his submerged tail pointing to the upper right corner of the frame).

The Yearling, on the far side of the bridge.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings' House.

Marjorie's Parlor.

Marjorie's tenant farmer's house, where the help lived.

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Picture of the Day: Arc of the Covenant, Gainesville

I have an odd bunch of pictures to post, but it's late and I'm tired, this wireless connection is too slow, and I want to write clever amusing little captions but am too addled.   It'll have to wait for tomorrow, is all.  



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Pictures of the Last Few Days: Jacksonville, Fort Clinch SP, Gainesville

I've not been in the mood to write anything these last few days - or week or two now, I suppose.   I've been turned inward, seeking to put myself in better order, lately.    There's work to do inside, is what I'm saying. Still, I did see a few things, and I did remember to use my camera on a few of them....

Like this, Fort Clinch State Park, a Civil War era park just north of Jacksonville that was begun just before beginning of the war, then taken and then abandoned by the Confederacy, and then taken and held by the Union after Florida was evacuated by Confederate forces in the middle of the war.  I have always loved old forts like this,  they move me somehow.   Here are a few images I seized of the place:

Then I saw this later that same day along the side of the road.  It's web was huge, probably a square meter in total span, and the little fellow was himself not all that little (in that if he were to grow any larger he would be a great nightmare, and not just a vividly colored little spook like he is now..)  being about two inches long or so with the extent of his legs..  He was very beautiful, but I was a a little too wary and respectful to get any closer than I did, which means the images I took are not as impressive as they should be:

I just looked him up online.  He's a yellow silk spider, also known as a banana spider, a calico spider, a writing spider, a giant wood spider or a golden orb spider.

He's not at all dangerous, and can even be touched or picked up if you have the guts to do it.   I like spiders, but prefer not to touch or get too close to them.  They're awesome to me, and that means I give them due respect.  I look, but will not touch.  

Some people are brasher in this than I.  Here's the proof of that:

That guy's a little bigger than the one I ran into, but not much.   Pretty amazing, eh?


I'm beginning to really like Florida.  It's really only a matter of paying attention to what is good and ignoring all the idiots.  That's just a matter of acting with grace and acquired wisdom, and then paying attention, really..



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Pictures of the Day: Little Talbot Island SP, Jacksonville

Turtle Nest

Self- Portrait

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Pictures of the Past Week: St. Augustine Area

So, not only have I not posted a daily image like I vowed I would, I have not posted at all in over a week.

I've been in the St. Augustine area, on the north east coast of Florida this week, and have been in a very introverted mood.  Maybe even slightly depressed.   I've been enjoying my travels here quite a bit, though, and have seen some interesting things.

I just went through all the images I took, and pulled out a bunch that I like, that give a bit of a taste of what I've seen.   An incoherent photo essay of my last weeks wanderings..

I have a few film reviews and other things that I may post the next few days.  One thing I recommit to doing is posting images of my meander this coming week..

Driving through the Floridian Jungle..

 I came upon this Great Oak in the Jungle, called the "Fairchild Oak" after the botanist who introduced soybeans to North America.   This tree is 2,000 - that's *two thousand* - years old, and is clearly cared for by the Eledrhrim.

Emma in that Jungle.

 This is the ruin of a great sugar mill built near the Atlantic coast in the Jungle in 1831 by the Bulow brothers.   It was burnt later that decade by the Seminoles, during the second of the three Seminole Wars that were fought in Florida before the Civil War.

I then drove up coastal A1A to Saint Augustine, the oldest continuously inhabited European settlement in the United States.   There is a Catholic shrine, Our Lady of La Leche,  on the shore where the Spanish settlers landed, where there is this great cross:

It is a beautiful, but very touristed old city.  I spent two days there, and enjoyed the place anyway, despite the difficult parking.

Psalm 26:8

I've decided that I'm going to start a series in imitation of Daniel Nichols at Caelem & Terra featuring the churches and shrines I visit.  I may even steal his hache tag "the glory of thy house" which is taken from Psalm 26.   I noticed that that verse was on the side of the Shrine of Our Lady of La Leche, which is nearby that great cross by the sea.  The shrine was built in the 16th Century by the settlers, and while it has been destroyed several times by hurricanes or fire, it has always been rebuilt.

There's an outdoor path there lined with the Seven Sorrows of the Virgin,  the first of which is the Presentation, or the Prophecy of Simeon.  It's the only of the seven that I considered a happy sad sorrow, in that if I received such a prophecy concerning my child, I would be both terrified and glad.  The reliefs are beautiful, as you can see:

 I also went to mass Sunday at the Cathedral Basilica of St. Augustine, which is the primal parish of the United States.   The present building dates from the 19th Century, and is very beautiful:

This beautiful shrine to Blessed Augustine is on the nave of the basilica:

There is also a great Spanish colonial era- fort there, called the Castillo de San Marcos, now a National Park:

 I also made a pilgrimage to a small Greek shrine in the city, devoted to Saint Photios.  I spent several hours talking with the caretaker Fernando (in picture below, tending the candles) who is a Colombian convert from Rome.  I bought five icons from their shop there, and promptly lost the bag on the way back to the car.  Such losses are never accidents, I only hope that they be found to good use..

 That's the latest from Florida.   I'll blog more faithfully these coming weeks, so stay posted..



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The Discontents of Civilzation: The Contradictions of Village Politics [Revised]

Back Briefly in the Villages, I am once again subjected to the discontents of the bourgeois, of how the government is ruining everything, told of how everything is going to hell.

But now, I am somehow (miraculously, even) beyond annoyance, and am just bemused.

Really! Really? No, Really.

One of the sublime ironies of this discussion for me is how the Villages are probably one of the best governed places in the country, not to say planet.. Everything works and is in order here. There are lots of rules, and people respect them.

Grant you, this is an oligarchic association inhabited almost exclusively by upper middle class white people from New England, the Mid- Atlantic and Mid- West. These are disciplined people, who know how to balance a checkbook and respect a red light.

They've got government in their DNA, coursing their veins and invigorating their very sinews. They are mostly mid to upper level bureaucrats who managed this country through the greatest economic boom in human history, a boom we are still enjoying.

Tonight I sat around a table and listened to people who all - everyone, without exception - had worked for the public sector their entire careers, as public servants in the military, the Portsmouth Naval Yard, as public school teachers and administrators, who are all retired in their 50's and early 60's on public (federal and state) pensions, Social Security and Medicare, universally abuse the government and decry its incompetence.

All without any apparent sense of irony or self criticism.

I posed questions that bounced back at me like duds off a cushion: is there any substantial difference between a publicly controlled bureaucracy and a corporate one? Isn't the substantial difference whether it exists to create value for shareholders (as per U.S. corporate law) or to advance the common good?

Isn't it in our interest to ensure that all bureaucracies and decision makers are held accountable to the public (general) good? Isn't democratic governance one of the few ways to pursue this end in our fallen world? Would it really be better to live in a world where everything was owned by a rich man, and we all were forced to bow and scape for some sort of contractual relationship with someone of wealth, where we had no recourse but to sell our labor to an overseer for the right to sustenance and shelter?

Isn't what the wealthy usually call socialism almost always a merely matter of regulating markets and guaranteeing that the economically disenfranchised maintain access to wealth necessary to their well being?

Regulation of markets, especially labor markets. The 40 hour week, workers comp, minimum wage, care for children, the sick, the elderly. Guaranteed access to food, shelter, education and healthcare. Guaranteed access to information, to markets.

It seems to me that we all benefit from the maintenance and advancement of the public good, of the public space.


I don't know. It seems to me that we can take care of one another, or else be left each of us uncared for. It seems we either fight for the common good, for mutual responsibility and benefit; or else descend into anti-social selfishness, disregard and irresponsibility.

We must either hang together, or be left to hang alone.


Just so. That all seems clear enough. Just as it seems we have yet another, similar, related choice: you can either be proud, angry and cynical or humble, bemused and amused.

I have had done with curses and cynicism. It's all worthless, it brings nothing.

Nothing but more bitterness and wrath.


Me, from now on I bless and laugh.



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Edictum de Fide Catholica:

One need only shut oneself in a closet and begin to think of the fact of one's being there, of one's queer bodily shape in the darkness (a thing to make children scream at, as Stevenson says), of one's fantastic character and all, to have the wonder steal over the detail as much as over the general fact of being, and see that it is only familiarity that blunts it. Not only that anything should be, but that this very thing should be, is mysterious! Philosophy stares, but brings no reasoned solution, for from nothing to being there is no logical bridge.

- Henry James, Some Problems of Philosophy, 1911 (posthumously published).



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You Opened Yourself, and You Held Me Inside..

A long time ago,
No shoes on my feet,
I walked ten miles of train track
To hear Hank Williams sing.

His body was worn
But his spirit was free,
And he sang every song
Looking right straight at me.

Now I don't have to pick,
And I don't have to choose,
I don't have to win,
And I don't have to lose.

And if I make any pay
I just throw it away,
I don't count on tomorrow,
I just live for today.


Just a tramp on your street..
You must understand.
You got my soul at your feet,
And my heart in your hand.

Still you opened yourself,
And you held me inside..
You made a stray dog like me
Feel welcome tonight.



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quelle tristesse

lyrics:

Seul, je suis seul seul, je suis seul,
J'ai tant d'amour à t'offrir, j'ai tant de temps
Et d'avenir que je te cherche
Mais je me retrouve seul, je suis seul,
J'ai tant besoin d'un amour, j'ai du chagrin
Depuis toujours et sans mes rêves
Je serais perdu et seul

Refrain:

Un soir j'ai rêvé qu'un de tes baisers
Me couvrait d'affection
J'ai besoin de toi, pourquoi
La nuit n'est pas l'éternité ?

Il fait si noir sans mes rêves et j'ai si froid
Sans tes lèvres que la vie est triste
quand je me retrouve
Seul, je suis seul

au Refrain

Il fait si noir sans mes rêves et j'ai si froid
Sans tes lèvres que la vie est triste
Quand je me retrouve
Seul, seul, je suis seul, seul, je suis seul
Seul, je suis seul, seul, je suis seul.



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"Or As You "Biologicals" Call It, Daily Life!"

One last post for the evening. I just finished writing the last post (er, okay, screed..) and then read this. Fantastic. Great minds thinking alike, that's all I can say:

It's long past time to start calling them spades, spades. Hat tip Caelum & Terra.



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