Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Day follows day and the relentless and aggressive march of ignorance continues. Rank after rank of cinderblock heads, bobbing Nodwells and cynical outriders moving in lockstep, on and on; the slow motion waltz of mesmerized mutants continues. Have they always been like this? In elder days one could understand, perhaps, when there was no real media to set the course of collective delusion and information traveled by proclamation and rumor, with most of the intel in the hands of the organized church. Today there is no real excuse except for perpetual dupedom and cowardice seeking approval and a pat on the head from the blood swilling undead.
Disinfo is a growth industry but then so is cancer. One of the big cap guns is Mr. Smarmy himself, Bill Maher. As a card carrying Tribe member, Bill is at the workbench, fashioning sculptures from compressed bullshit, for the edification and entertainment of the terminally befuddled (be sure to read the comments section- stand, or sit, transfixed in awe at the viral denial ...and be sure to add your take). I remember the Billster making an aside one time to a panelist sitting next to him, where he said something to the effect of “they say it's the moneychangers who are the problem and you know who they mean when they say moneychangers”. We can safely assume he is here talking about his Ashe-NAZI cousins who, usually, with few exceptions, swell the ranks of the moneychangers, money printers, money junkies, economy destroyers, warmakers for profit and, I could go on and on, like the eternal sea, which is always the sea, except when it is the pending rain or streams and rivers, returning to the sea.. As it was, so it is, theft and prevarication without end.
There are logistical concerns, when one is engaged in drafting the architecture of wider war in The Middle East. As the parrots squawk and the chipmunks talk, the vampire bankers plot and scheme; “How can we accomplish this evil dream”? “How do we 'getter done'”? “How do we destroy all that is good and possible, in order to triumph in a wasteland that is ours alone”? “Is this lettuce crisp? Where is my cellphone”?
Along with the startling emergence of a myriad of bizarre sexual expressions, as well as the looming approach of cannibalism, there is the specter of a pandemic, suicide epidemic. Those of us versed in certain tantric perspectives about existence, are aware of the fact that nearly everything has a sexual connotation; not as Freud expressed it. Most of his theories only applied to Tribe behaviorisms. In any case, when things begin to go very wrong in human affairs and interactions, it is a given that sexual dysfunction and perversity will be The Daily Special at Chez Merde.
We need revolution because revolution is change and we need change, oh yes, precious, we needs it. Will no one free of us of these butt-munching bankers?. I can solve the economic crisis in a heartsbeat. Get thee to Iceland, my son... Ricardo, beat the drum, let them know the revolution come.
When the revolution come
I won’t need this gun
then...
We get down to the one-
Thing that is missing
The ability to have a good time
and to love one another
No more hustle with the muscle
When the revolution come
Love will shine in living color
Cop some cool threads
And some cheap thrills
That don’t get expensive with the passage of time
Wind it out to kingdom come
And back again
There will be nothing in the way
...of the way
Of getting things done
When the revolution come
Too much blood spilled to no avail
Starlight shines from a bottomless pail
In a Mobius bend
There is...
there is...
there is no end
To what will get done
When the revolution come
Politics swells the hot air confusion
Too much
too much
“too much confusion”
We have an inflexible resolve
The borders will dissolve
The ocean of life will be skimmed of the scum
When the revolution come
Nothing unchanged
It all gets transformed
The Will....,
inevitable-
and be done
Ricardo,….
beat the drum
Let them know the revolution come
We are the living product of the dreams we had
Only was it our thinking that
made the moment bad
No other cause will do
But to see what is causing you
And visualize the certainty
of what you see being the destiny
That comes true
When the revolution come
Walk on
as simple as we can
Nothing to it
A higher mind has got the plan
And we only...
See it thru
Everything gets behind you then
Ricardo,……
beat the drum
Let them know the revolution come
It is the fuel you burn in the rage to live
It is what makes your dreams come true
It is the moment in front of
And surrounding you
Grab it
Hold it
Stick out your thumb
You be riding smooth
When the revolution come
There is no way
There is no way you can fail
The less you do, the better
IT- already has -IT together
And it is
advising you
Hang up on your mind
Get an unlisted number
What counts can reach you
What counts has done away
With symbols, numbers and gongs
Figure it out
You don’t need no tools
It doesn’t break down
Or need repair
What doesn’t work won’t make it there
Life and strength
Shine from the sun
Power as well
the will to be done
Ricardo,…….
beat the drum
Let them know the revolution come
The wheel must turn
And time must bend
Revolution after revolution
Without end
What never was is gone
What is in fact...is
and is
moving on
And staying still
Always behind us until
We need the hum
To let them know the revolution come
You will never go out of style
You will not walk in single file
To the showers or the chair
All that is behind us somewhere
What you do emerges from
And through
That mirror image
You imagine must be you
This is not too good
too good
too good to be true
Ricardo,…….
(If you please)
Beat the drum
Inform them that
the revolution come
Boom de boom de boom de dum
And then some
Round and round the imaginary clock
Some kind of belt to hold your pants up
Thou shalt,
thou shalt
not for what and whom?
Skeletons dance
And dead men cum
Ricardo,…..
On my command
All rise
All rise
While the revolution come
Awake sleeper!
This bitter dream is done
Oh yes!!!
Let-
These rainbow rivers run
The revolution come….
The revolution come….
End Transmission.......
The Radio show from Sunday is available for streaming.
19 May 2013
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