Saturday, November 29, 2008

Something I Saw, Scrying into a Glass Slide

I don’t particularly like criticizing Americans- or any nation, for that matter. However, if I am going to do it, this is the blog for it; “Reflections in a Petri Dish.” Maybe I should have called it “Smears on a Glass Slide.” Maybe that’s a future blog for the heavy artillery.

I don’t like criticizing in general. I don’t like sounding like a scold. We are all prone to it. Curbing your tongue is a high art. I realize I do a lot of it at Smoking Mirrors blog but if you look at the geo-political landscape today, there isn’t much to strike up the band for. In my mind it isn’t criticism as much as it is the act of putting up cautionary highway signs and warning about who is really doing the things you are beguiled and motivated into blaming on someone else ...and we’ll be talking about the interesting, third party provocation of a conflict between Pakistan and India, later on.

This is the cultural blog however and before I get into today’s shining example of contemporary culture, let me say that it takes a certain amount of low brow proliferation to make possible the violent depravities of the time. As Hillary likes to say, “It takes a village.” Yes, it takes a village. It takes a village of idiots. One idiot won’t do.

Yesterday in Long Island, a collection of idiots trampled a man to death; caused a pregnant woman to miscarry and injured several other members of the idiot’s brigade outside a shopopolis of shit. Wal-Mart is a fine example of American culture and so too are these rampaging swine; gathered outside a feeder pipe of useless, plastic crap.

Not only did they achieve the results already mentioned but they kept right on going and, in a feeding frenzy, they grabbed all the useless substitutes for love that caught their beady little red eyes and made as high a pile as they could manage in the shopping cart under the shadow of their looming bellies which hung into the child seat beneath the cart handles. Then they raced to checkout counters, indifferent to whatever they had accomplished on entering; their minds already fixed on the next act of pig enterprise.

They riot outside chain link fences, like drunken soccer yobs, hoping they will get one of the $250. Laptops that you need fingers, not hooves, to operate. They send their sons and daughters to die in corporate wars against nations that are framed for the offense they are seeking retribution for. They morph their children into a country filled with Pillsbury doughboys and girls who can’t think or read or run. They are proud Americans. They had their Thanksgiving dinner without any thanks and then they went out and showed each other what they were made of. You can see what they are made of in the pork ‘n Styrofoam section of the meat locker at Food R Us.

I’ve watched them in their drunken brawls outside of sporting events and bars. I’ve watched them move like packs of wild dogs through the parks and subway systems. I’ve seen them at the country clubs and beaches. I’ve watched them fall from two feet to four and change like a werewolf under a blood red moon. I’ve seen them singing their tedious hymns to their anthropomorphic Gods while the minister delivers the corporate line from the corporation Jesus out of the corporation approved Bible.

In my travels I have seen them outside the restaurants and theaters and seen the infra-red heat of their ‘contents under pressure’ sexual anger looking for something to fight or fuck or eat. Their eyes are as glazed as the donuts that they order by the dozens as an appetizer before the main feast.

The contents are under pressure because one cowboy in a black hat tells them copulation is a sin while another cowboy in a red hat shows them videos of Desperate Housewives and Jerry Springer specials. Another cowboy in a blue hat sings about Heaven in the sky and the cowboy at the front in the yellow hat holds up pictures of Heaven on Earth and they follow him through the chutes and on to the killing floor; trampling their fellows to be the first in line.

They paint makeup on their sad, tired faces and it really does look like lipstick on a pig. They do the same to their children and then sell them to the corporation pimps because they are going to be stars. It has to be done a certain way. It has to have the corporate seal and then it’s all legal and appropriate... not like the guy in the car outside the elementary school or the guy with dream dust in the parking lot. There’s no room for entrepreneurs. They have to be wearing the corporation jacket with the emblem over the pocket. Then they can fuck your children and sell you bad dope and alcohol to kill your will and you’re just that glad that they picked you. Then they parade you in front of the world and they laugh at you and knock you down and piss on you and everybody laughs, including the next guy in line.

It’s all Jesus in hotpants leaning into a curbside, car window. It’s twenty-four hour asparmate Mozart in the elevator from Hell. It’s Einstein playing Wheel of Fortune and Martin Luther King hosting Let’s Make a Deal. “Come on Down!” “It’s finger-licking good.” Get yourself a season ticket to the Kentucky Fried Cremora-toriums.

The greatest country in the world is blind drunk and vomiting in the alley. The Land of the Free is on its knees and torsioned up in bondage gear with a gag reflex, ping pong ball in its mouth and a vibrating butt plug in its ass on national TV. It’s the Home of the Brave, hiding in the subway tunnels from the 2:05 Beelzebub Express. It’s One Nation under ZOG with ketchup and mustard for all. It’s a lie and that’s what burns you and makes you want to kill because you’re not going to look at it... no, you’re not going to look at it. You’re going to paint a big smiley face on the 25 foot pitcher of Kool-Aid and get yourself a Big Gulp container.

It’s a crying shame but it’s only those who want no part of it who can see how deep the misery runs and how much deeper it can go. There’s some small movement out on the fringe. You can see small parties and individuals packing it in and heading for the exits. They know that the next stampede is almost due.

If this were a metaphor, I would say that those who led you here to the gates of Hell knew where they were headed all along. They were always going there. The payoff is that they get to do more to you there than they got to do to you here and it’s better to be a prison guard than a prisoner. It’s better to be the whipper than the whipped. Sure, it takes a certain temperament but they got that. They got that.

On and on it goes and where it stops nobody knows. On it goes into Boschian nightmare. On it goes into Clive Barker’s bad dreams. On you go... chasing the Sony PlayStations and RockStar 3’s. You do it all for Love. You trample your fellows to buy useless crap for the people you want to love- if love didn’t require so much- in the hope that they will love you too. But they know you don’t love them. You can’t fake love for very long and you certainly can’t buy it and they’ll turn on you and let you know that sooner or later and you’ll wind up in a dark room listening to “Tears of a Clown” over and over and over again... alone.

Your children and your friends know that you don’t love them and you know that they don’t love you. It’s all an air-kissing masquerade in a bad manners production of a wasted life. Materialism doesn’t satisfy the hunger for human understanding and natural affection, prostituted and destroyed by a raging buck fever for worthless goods in place of the one thing you were too cheap to provide and which cost you nothing but the vulnerability and sacrifice of delivery. Real love has been buried under a landfill of garbage that is the headstone over the shallow grave of the people you might have been and never were.

Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Nothing More ♫
'Nothing More' is track no. 5 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'
Lyrics (pops up)

The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible


su said...

Jesus Les, this is brilliant.
But seeing it all so clearly requires superhuman effort not to just turn away from the whole show and just refuse to look at any of it again.
But in all times, humanity had the criers- those who shouted from the caves, smoke signals from the cliffs,
unheard, more often then heard.

Ben There said...

Since I wasn't sure what the proper reaction was to such a post I found myself just laughing out loud as I read this. Too funny and too true! I only found out this morning about that trampling death at Wal-Mart and that's not funny at all but is a sad testament and caricature of what's become of this place. Just when you think it can't get any more fucking ridiculous...they trample someone to death at Wal-Mart!! Jesus. Unfarking believable. This is sickness. You identify it so well. I just live in it with a constant "WTF" look on my face when I'm forced to be subjected to it.

I'm trying to figure out how to be part of the silent resistence here. Maybe I can join reverend Billy over at the Church Of Stop Shopping.

Anonymous said...

I was shocked, as I suspect you were, that this tragic story made such a small bleep in the MSM. You so eloquently shared my disgust, not just for this act, but for the mass hysteria of commercialism and its empty promises.

I believe, as Susan said, that humanity does need its criers – its truth tellers – to provide a beacon in the dark night. But that beacon doesn't just have to be a warning, it can be a guiding light for those who stand on the precipice of society's next level of reality, or 'worldview.'

I believe the center of gravity of humankind's reality is evolving – albeit slowly – to a new level of knowing itself, just as it did when scientific materialism moved us past the stranglehold of the church in the 18th Century.

This era of scientific materialism and our recent evolution to this nebulous state of moral relativity, known as Postmodernism, is being transcended – offering a new reality for humankind that moves us one step closer to adulthood. And it is my belief that this societal maturation brings us one step closer to increased inclusiveness, just as a family would adopt a child.

So, as Visible suggests in his blog, let's provide a very recognizable beacon – love – as an appealing call to our fellow humans to transcend and integrate our current 'reality' into something a bit more inclusive and benevolent. A reality with less plastic and more authenticity. Party on.

Anonymous said...

I was raised on a stock and grain farm in the Midwest and at times, we fattened 50 # feeder pigs to the slaughter weight of 220#.

Most of the feeding was up to this 10 or 12 yo kid and I used five gallon buckets to slop corn or protein pellets to the hungry hogs.

Occasionally, I'd slip on some pig shit, which when fresh, is about as slick as ice.

When I'd fall, I'd usually get some foul smelling pig shit on my clothes and skin, but NEVER did I get run over and stampeded by the hogs.

Even these hogs, whose day consists of eating, sleeping, shitting and more eating.

But fall down in front of a herd of two-legged pigs and you'll get the life stomped out of you.

Two-legged pigs, whose day consists of eating, sleeping, shitting and more eating, watching TV and occasionally breeding more cannon fodder.

And humans have the audacity to call themselves the "highest life form" on the planet?

I don't think so.

Anonymous said...

nina said...

2 gunmen kill each other in shootout at Toys R Us in Palm Desert ...,0,5989270.story

Photo caption: Police and emergency personnel work outside a Toys R Us store in Palm Desert on Black Friday after two people were shot to death in the crowded toy store. The confrontation apparently involved rival groups, city officials said.
Police say the shooting was apparently sparked by a dispute between two couples who had 'previous hostility.' Other shoppers hide or flee in panic...

(Previous hostility.)

...Even after the shooting, one woman was still screaming angrily. In raw video footage posted on the website for KESQ-TV Channel 3, the woman is being handcuffed and led to a police car. "I'm going to . . . kill you right now!" she shouted, slamming her fists on the car. "I'm going to kill you! Yeah, you!" ...

One crying woman walked into the gym with an infant cradled in her arms.

Outside Pizza Hut, where witnesses were being interviewed, 3-year-old Landon Stitt sat on the grass munching on his pizza. He spoke matter-of-factly, almost as if he was describing a video game.

"I saw it," he said. "They were fighting. They were shooting." He shaped his fingers into a gun, then fired into the air.

As night fell, the coroner's office had still not removed the bodies from the store...

We disussed this at home yesterday as the media networks closed in for the kill. Mister Always-to-the-point said "Just wait till people are hungry."

Les, its a good thing we're onto the concept of NOW because the image of any future was flushed down the toilet. These days when we're all just trying to get by, anticipating something cool about to happen just doesn't happen anymore. Every day is Black Friday somewhere.

laywinder said...

Wow! I felt like you read my mind! Well done!

Anonymous said...

Amerikans are Soulless pieces of Sh*t.

Anonymous said...

Hey man, take something and chill out. You've indicted a whole country based on the actions of a few individuals. This blog could be useful, but lose the hate man.
Philly Chick

Anonymous said...

third paragraph, second line: not "idiot's brigade." but "idiots' brigade."
You don't want to look too illiterate in your writings, eh?

Visible said...

We're all pleased to have the teacher's little helper come and assist with our punctuation. Personally I don't give a shit but someone might. As far as I know there's no cure for anal retentiveness so... you have my sympathy.

Philly Chick... I'm thinking your generalizations are probably wider than mine but then it is quite possible your ass is too. It's clear who and what I was talking about. This was a rant and I must say I am amused how all you Instant Gandhi's are so pontifical from your imagined higher space; that is until someone rubs you the wrong way and then? Watch out!

Each of my blogs serves a particular purpose and I suspect you are going to get much more of the same here. Readers of all of the blogs will note that the personality which responds at each blog is different from the others. This is what you get. If you don't like it then there's probably a Chinese restaurant right down the street.

the Silverfish said...

third paragraph, second line: not "idiot's brigade." but "idiots' brigade."
You don't want to look too illiterate in your writings, eh?

I wonder if the anonymous punctuation expert could do as well, not saying just wondering.

Anonymous said...

Outstanding Les.
Your comment too.
(Now theres’ a surprise!)

Anonymous said...

Philly Chick; You people amaze me!
In a few short your years your lives are going to be changed inextricably and here you are shooting the messenger.

paolocaruso said...

Brilliant Les, and it is a metaphor.
But if this is what Americans do to each other for 10% off, I dont wont to be around during the depression when the trucks pull up with the bags of rice and bottled water. Its going to get very ugly.

Anonymous said...

I found this short video a few days ago and found it brilliant-

I sent it to my sister, who works as a television producer, and she told me it was strange. She told me she didn't "get" it.

psychegram said...

The incident reminds me of a scene from The Simpsons, when a new Malibu Stacy doll goes on sale, sparking a riot. And that episode was from several years ago, which leads me to think that this sort of thing has happened before. Which takes nothing away from the tragic absurdity of this event.

I found myself reading most of this article out loud to a friend, today ... it was so funny I couldn't hold it in, and had to share the laughs. Sometimes that's all you can do. I probably shouldn't laugh - people died, after all - and yet this seems like one of the farces preceding the Main Show, and when the curtain goes up on that it won't be funny to any but those with a highly refined sense of black comedy. Like Nina's Mr. Always-to-the-point said, "Just wait till people are hungry." And just who the fuck is going to be laughing then?

Anonymous said...

Why do people in the US line up in front of shopping malls at 5 AM in the morning ? I have not seen this happen anywhere else in the world.

Anonymous said...

and here, vis

it's all good

freedom of speech

nobody said...

A cracker. Nina and GB too.

Anonymous said...

anonymous..I would advise you that they line up here at 5am for sales. Hell, the other night, a department store in my small city was open till nidnight! We are afflicted with the same crass material & madness over here in UK. I post a link re a knifing & riot that occurred over here a while back, during a new IKEA store opening

Anonymous said...

I'm speechless Les, you are so amazingly brilliant. If I were female I'd hunt you down and bear your offspring.

Anonymous said...

Les, initially i wanted to kill the messenger; but here's the problem. If one only looks at an elephants ass (Obama sheeple) one would conclude America is a giant ass. It isn't a well known fact that only about 3% of the American Colonists fought and defeated the British in the American Revolution. Right now I'd put that number at 48% non-BO voters until I learn otherwise. We will let the piggy's devour each other because that is what little piggy's do. And, you cannot reason with a little piggy so why casr pearls.Alot of us still walk softly and still carry a big stick.

Anonymous said...

You've expressed mine and my wife's feelings about all this perfectly, Les. You're a voice crying in the wilderness of American stupidity. The majority never listen to their prophets, but don't ever stop speaking out. With all that is going on in the world, this behavior will definitely yield its fruit. Americans will keep going until there is nothing left. Over the precipice. Sometimes I feel like giving them a shove, but all one needs do at this point is step aside and let them go.

Anonymous said...

Doubtless your best essay on
American culture yet. Wow.
I have absolutely nothing to add.
Laughing and crying simultaneously.

Anonymous said...

Good perception mate, been going on a long time but sheeple are waking up to it slowly. Methinks too late. Anyway Les, I've been reading an amazing expose on virtually all of America's hippy rock stars who bar a few, came from L.A.'s Laurel Canyon, and their parents were all in secret services. The site is 'The centre for an informed America' and is found here..

It is surely staggering. I knew already about the creation of pop/rock etc. by the illuminati/whatever they like to call themselves, to hi-jack youth into a drug culture, but the devil is in the details. Really.

Anonymous said...

You were accused of hating. I say that only a heart filled with love could have the courage to speak up the way you have. Whenever anyone says something that makes them feel the slightest bit of discomfort, they're going to cry, yell and make their accusations of how mean and horrible that person is. I believe it's been described in a well-known publication as "the world's hatred of Truth." Keep on speaking, Les. You do it so eloquently.

Anonymous said...

As an American, I feel ashamed that so much of what you state is true but must say, it's also true in many other so called "civilized" countries. The United States is not alone in it’s materialistic madness and perversion. The story may not be the same but the result is. Moral decline and lack of conscience. Those who are shocked, please...we live in a world where killing for nonsensical reasons and entertainment is the norm, not the exception, just under a different label.

Life holds no value ANYWHERE in the world in which we are inhabitants. The only driving or motivating force seems to be self centered, it’s all me, me, me….

Sickening but not exclusive to one country, ethnicity, race or religion.

Look at global conditions…then judge one country. Face it, a huge number of countries have contributed to the outcome that you see and despise. We sling jabs and slurs at each other as though the person on the receiving end has no feelings, is not human just as we are. Despise the actions of some and yet justify your own. Gloss coat it in the name of awareness and truth. It’s all a part of the same sickness, which continues to permeate, invade and overtake.

When you find a country in which conditions are considerably more humane, in which humanity is treated with fairness, respect and compassion, where morality and conscience direct and dictate how people behave, let me know. I’ll move there.

Visible said...

Thanks for all the positive feedback folks and for the sudden influx of donations. More people sent donations in one day than I've seen in a couple of months or more overall. Must be something in the water (grin).

As for the occasional negative commentary i should explain a little. This is the 'rant blog' and I've been doing it for just a little while now. You'll find my comments are a little more direct in response as well here.

At the other blogs I (generally) keep a more measured tone with the occasional flare but here I thought we'd just take the training wheels off and do a little xtreme riffing.

A rather large woman (by her definition, took exceptional umbrage at this piece (I'm glad she didn't see my "Jesus Loves me, Even if I am a Fat Pig." article; but you can google it.) and proceeded to tell me what a bad writer I am (because she critiques writing... of course, that made it authoritative right off the bat. She had some initials after her name which I guess also gives here some authority. Basically she used the email to let me know what an accomplished and 'solid' member of the community she is. She also told me that fat people are changing the world for the better. Perhaps, unfortunately, I replied by telling her that they indeed do achieve quite some good by leaving the planet earlier than they might otherwise and a few other assorted bon mots.

Later I thought to myself that I could have handled it better and chided myself for a lack of diplomacy HOWEVER...

This piece wasn't about fat people. I don't know what it is that people don't get about the articles. They read with magnifying glasses when it contains things that they don't want to see. It had more to do with piggish natures and how materialism brings that about invariably over time.

As for the person who wondered about other countries and who mentioned that if I knew of one... so forth and so on. Well, I live in a better, more well-behaved country and I would say that EVERY European country I've been in has been a much better place to live than the U.S. I've been in Europe now for 9 years and I've traveled a bit and Europe is civilized and the U.S. is not HOWEVER... I know very well that there are some fantastic people in the U.S. and you should know that I'm not speaking to you.

The U.S. tried to put me in prison for life and did put me in prison for years on occasion. The U.S. was not a friendly zone for me but I have no bad feeling toward it. What I try to do as a writer is to galvanize and incite; excite, entertain, annoy, reveal, comment on and so on and so forth. The words flow out of a tap and I seldom know what I will say or even what I did say until I see it after.

People in the U.S. should never assume that I hate that country. I do hate what has happened to it. People who are larger in frame should not assume that I have a problem with that. That's ridiculous. On the other hand, I am NOT politically correct and I dislike political correctness as much if not more than Zionism. Everybody, without regard for race, color or creed or national origin might find themselves in the lens here. I'm an equal opportunity expounder.

Apart from the writing I am reclusive and probably not at all as some people might imagine.

I don't like the idea that I would hurt someone's feelings... unfortunately, I expect that I sometimes do. Try to remember though that some of this is just show business and any comic I've ever seen is usually more offensive than I am and lacks a reason often too.

Anyway... so it goes.

Anonymous said...

Man, this kind of thing really gets it all out in front and rubs the nose in it, huh? When I used to watch television, it was always an uncomfortable experience to see the "Black Friday" ads and to ponder what type of person gets up at 4:00 a.m. to begin their assault on the wonderful world of Christmas shopping. The false scarcity method has been proven to be a great motivator and is being employed in more and more areas of our lives here, and is just another way of instilling fear in the populace. The fear of someone else getting a better deal than you is strong, and gets the competitive juices flowing in many, many people. Baaaa!

I wonder what makes someone an "American", really? I was born here in the USA, but am one of those that would be easily labeled "Anti-American" or some such because the things that we "stand" for mostly make me ill. The "American way of life" that GW proclaimed was non-negotiable is the perfect recipe for the total destruction of the world if it is allowed to be "exported" to the rest of the world. Labels are easy to apply I guess, and if I am automatically lumped in as an "American" by virtue of being currently within the United States borders, so be it. See how much I give a rat's ass about it, however, and watch me try my best to live differently in spite of it. If I could leave today, I'd be out of here, but that hasn't become the obvious next best step for me yet.

Yeah, Americans are the latest to be trying on fascism, crass consumerism, and blind allegiance to an ideal that will ultimately consume us. But as Americans, we will do it bigger, faster, harder, and go down waving our flag and feeling noble about it, because as we all know (thanks to our wise and noble leaders and the media), we are the fucking BEST! That is why we are so loved throughout the world. Or didn't you all get the memo?


Anonymous said...

Where to live on this planet where there is a sense of compassion and caring for others more than for oneself? I would like to nominate Bhutan, although I do think they have a strict immigration policy. Anyway, I'm much too old to immigrate in this lifetime but am hoping for a rebirth there.

Anonymous said...

The "swinish element in human nature" has nothing to do with body size.

It seemed apparent to me what you were conveying.

nina said...

Once I visited a Wal*Mart with my friend Austin, a vet dying from Agent Orange it turned out only months later, and the clerk was blowing up party balloons at the helium machine when we entered. He loved the place, it made him feel temporarily rich. Just about the time Austin was zeroing in on his latest identity tee, she exploded a balloon. The entire cavernous box store dropped to its knees in silence. And then its all started back up again like nothing happened. Austin and I agreed, living with the fear of suburban terrorism is worth 60 seconds. He would have loved your essay. We would have carried on about it, shrugging and slapping the table over a Starbucks.

Visible said...

There's a new Smoking Mirrors up.

The Fall of the House of Nariman

Anonymous said...

To most amerikans, anything that doesn't happen in their own yard, or on their own street--if it's a short street--never happened. They can't tell the difference between the news, and a reality show-- which in a way I can't blame them for. As (I am guessing) the nation with the most tv's per capita, we have been subdued and comatose the longest. Even most of the kills by our military are done from a distance or a high altitude--it's not real except to the poor bastards the bombs drop on--We have allowed ourselves to become totally disconnected.
We are air conditioned---we don't even drive with the windows down. Watching nature or a warm fire means turning the tv on and letting someone else do it for you--without the mess.

I read the other day where Scotts--the grass seed people are mutating fescue grass to only grow to a height of 3"--never needs mowing. I wonder what the deer will think of that.
In most cities, you can't burn the fall leaves--but I'm sure some company is working on "Fall Leaves Burning" air freshener.

We're told to continuously wash our hands and as a result, not a molecule of natural oils remains on our skin--no worries though--you can lather yourself with lotions and potions that are designed to dry your skin so you always need more. Shaving cream is designed to wear out your razors--I use an old coffee cup with a natural soap cake and shaving brush--I only change razors out once a month.

Our roads are designed to fall apart so the right payoffs can be made and contracts awarded. Never do a small case study when you can just implement sweeping changes nationwide that someone who has never stepped off a college campus in the last 40 years recommended--Hail the experts.

I wonder how many people got trampled, bruised, punched and bloodied that never made the news. I wonder how many people are an inch away from walking into a bank and blowing the loan officers face off.. What happens when people can't afford the meds any more and their cable gets disconnected on the same day. Who is going to blow when they go to work and the work isn't there any more.

The free for all that is going to happen is going to get ugly very fast--it doesn't need a terrorist attack to spark it. When people stop getting a paycheck and there is no hope of getting one, civility is going for a long walk and it ain't coming back. Those who survive will do so only by facing reality--and doing what needs to be done-- because hope is dead and has been for a long time just like the government and jesus.

There is no jesus or cavalry coming over the hill to save us. The only one who can save us from ourself is looking back at us in the mirror.

Toss the meds and smoke a joint--or just breathe some fresh air---kill your tv and go for a walk--fuck the experts, decide for yourself.



Be your own hero

Fuck yeah!!

Jj (has spoken) lol

Anonymous said...

If I'm reading this correctly, you just gave us a glimps of what's in store for us in 2009 after millions are outta work, and the welfare, foodstamps and unemployment checks stop arriving. The HERD will devoure us all. I have no answers. Only, keep the powder dry. The Herd cannot be stopped. Haven't yall seen the Western Movies?

nina said...

Thanks Noby.

Psychegram, do you remember this happened with the release of new Cabbage Patch dolls too? I have a suspicicon if we looked at economic events at that time - late 80's - they would be somewhat less understood, but eerily similar to the present. Desperation breeds desperation the same way love breeds love.

Anonymous said...

Very strong emotions Jj, very strong words. If I didn't possess something as small as a mustard seed, according to one description, I would jump off the bridge now rather than have to kill my crazy neighbours with a pitchfork when the paychecks stop. Fortunately I live on meagre state benefits, 16 yrs. now, and I've learned how to cut my cloth. It does though take a long time to realise that things won't get much better, in fact they will get worse. But my friend, this whole evil smog that appears to have descended overnight has been coming down slowly but you didn't notice it. I first became aware of a paradigm shift in 1973 when the supposed Arab terrorists supposedly killed and captured Israeli athletes at the Munich Olympics. It wasn't the horror of such an aesthetic crime to humanity, but I perceived people all around me were more impatient and violent to each other. Something that's gone off the clock since, one of my mates murdered his best friend in a drink fuelled argument over the rent for a quarter acre vegetable allotment, and so on and on. My discomfort about mankind's downward spiral led me to investigate philosophically what happened to us. I didn't of course know the truth of the elite's agenda back then, not having a computer or an internet, but there was an inviting source of information staring me in the face that dealt with human behaviour over thousands of years. One bit caught my attention more than the rest. It said,"But know this, that in the last days critical times hard to deal with will be here. For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, self-assuming, haughty, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, disloyal, having no natural affection, not open to any agreement, slanderers, without self-control, fierce, without love of goodness, betrayers, headstrong, puffed up [with pride], lovers of pleasures rather than lovers of God, having a form of godly devotion but proving false to its power; and from these turn away. Yeah you'll recognize the wording style and to an extent, justifiably balk because of the degree of shit many of it's exponents have been guilty of in it's name. War, pedophilia, ripping us off and outright hypocrisy. Hell man, your leaders have done that to you in the name of the constitution for centuries, it doesn't make the constitution phoney. We can doubt everything man-made today Jj, but those words along with the rest of the book add up to everything coming down on us innocent souls. Jesus ain't dead man, his old body is, but he's a powerful king with a powerful army with their fingers itching for the signal. The signs are all here, the seconds are ticking. Seek out those who know the words and act on them, despite losing out on popularity. They will be hated and persecuted again very soon. They will stand out like a beacon my friend, don't join the engineered fools who blame the king, he's angry enough.

kikz said...

r. lambert
'...but he's a powerful king with a powerful army with their fingers itching for the signal.'

i don't even know where to begin...

so, loudmouth for the army of joel...or whomever you think you serve......

is your god so limited that he needs 'an army with itchy trigger fingers - heretic killers to manifest his will?

swerta the godz... i pray their crazyfukin rapture would happen already.... if there is any cosmic justice it will, but the outcome will surprise them.

there doesn't seem to be a logical way to rehabilitate a fundamentalist ork mindset....

r. lambert, may your 'signal' scatter your atomic essence back into its source never to be manifest in this plane or any other ever again. :)

Carmenisacat said...

Ah well...yes. Materialism.

This life is an illusion.

Al ham'du'lillah for this sign.

Anonymous said...

Before anyone mentions Christianity—Jesus—God—The End Times again, please take the time to read the following quotes--they were written by Thomas Paine around 1793. I would assume that some of you are truth seekers or you would not be in here-- but you are limiting the truth you seek and basing your belief system on a fraud. You can find “Age of Reason” at
I would ask you to read “Age of Reason” in its entirety. It won’t take long. You will choose to, or not—that is up to you.
Age of Reason--quotes
“The Christian mythologists, after having confined Satan in a pit, were obliged to let him out again to bring on the sequel of the fable. He is then introduced into the garden of Eden in the shape of a snake, or a serpent, and in that shape he enters into familiar conversation with Eve, who is no ways surprised to hear a snake talk; and the issue of this tete-a-tate is, that he persuades her to eat an apple, and the eating of that apple damns all mankind.
There are matters in that book, said to be done by the express command of God, that are as shocking to humanity, and to every idea we have of moral justice, as any thing done by Robespierre, by Carrier, by Joseph le Bon, in France, by the English government in the East Indies, or by any other assassin in modern times. When we read in the books ascribed to Moses, Joshua, etc., that they (the Israelites) came by stealth upon whole nations of people, who, as the history itself shows, had given them no offence; that they put all those nations to the sword; that they spared neither age nor infancy; that they utterly destroyed men, women and children; that they left not a soul to breathe; expressions that are repeated over and over again in those books, and that too with exulting ferocity; are we sure these things are facts? Are we sure that the Creator of man commissioned those things to be done? Are we sure that the books that tell us so were written by his authority? (Sound familiar?—Jj)
It is not the antiquity of a tale that is an evidence of its truth; on the contrary, it is a symptom of its being fabulous; for the more ancient any history pretends to be, the more it has the resemblance of a fable. The origin of every nation is buried in fabulous tradition, and that of the Jews is as much to be suspected as any other.
To charger the commission of things upon the Almighty, which in their own nature, and by every rule of moral justice, are crimes, as all assassination is, and more especially the assassination of infants, is matter of serious concern. The Bible tells us, that those assassinations were done by the express command of God. To believe therefore the Bible to be true, we must unbelieve all our belief in the moral justice of God; for wherein could crying or smiling infants offend? And to read the Bible without horror, we must undo every thing that is tender, sympathising, and benevolent in the heart of man. Speaking for myself, if I had no other evidence that the Bible is fabulous, than the sacrifice I must make to believe it to be true. That alone would be sufficient to determine my choice.
Besides, the character of Moses, as stated in the Bible, is the most horrid that can be imagined. If those accounts be true, he was the wretch that first began and carried on wars on the score or on the pretence of religion; and under that mask, or that infatuation, committed the most unexampled atrocities that are to be found in the history of any nation. Of which I will state only one instance:
When the Jewish army returned from one of their plundering and murdering excursions, the account goes on as follows (Numbers xxxi. 13): "And Moses, and Eleazar the priest, and all the princes of the congregation, went forth to meet them without the camp; and Moses was wroth with the officers of the host, with the captains over thousands, and captains over hundreds, which came from the battle; and Moses said unto them, "Have ye saved all the women alive?" behold, these caused the children of Israel, through the counsel of Balaam, to commit trespass against the Lord in the matter of Peor, and there was a plague among the congregation of the Lord. Now therefore, "kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman that hath known a man by lying with him; but all the women-children that have not known a man by lying with him, keep alive for Yourselves."
Among the detestable villains that in any period of the world have disgraced the name of man, it is impossible to find a greater than Moses, if this account be true. Here gives an order to butcher the boys, to massacre the mothers, and debauch the daughters.
Let any mother put herself in the situation of those mothers, one child murdered, another destined to violation, and herself in the hands of an executioner: let any daughter put herself in the situation of those daughters, destined as a prey to the murderers of a mother and a brother, and what will be their feelings? It is in vain that we attempt to impose upon nature, for nature will have her course, and the religion that tortures all her social ties is a false religion.
IT is upon this plain narrative of facts, together with another case I am going to mention, that the Christian mythologists, calling themselves the Christian Church, have erected their fable, which for absurdity and extravagance is not exceeded by anything that is to be found in the mythology of the ancients.
The ancient mythologists tell us that the race of Giants made war against Jupiter, and that one of them threw a hundred rocks against him at one throw; that Jupiter defeated him with thunder, and confined him afterwards under Mount Etna; and that every time the Giant turns himself, Mount Etna belches fire. It is here easy to see that the circumstance of the mountain, that of its being a volcano, suggested the idea of the fable; and that the fable is made to fit and wind itself up with that circumstance.
The Christian mythologists tell that their Satan made war against the Almighty, who defeated him, and confined him afterwards, not under a mountain, but in a pit. It is here easy to see that the first fable suggested the idea of the second; for the fable of Jupiter and the Giants was told many hundred years before that of Satan.
Thus far the ancient and the Christian mythologists differ very little from each other. But the latter have contrived to carry the matter much farther. They have contrived to connect the fabulous part of the story of Jesus Christ with the fable originating from Mount Etna; and, in order to make all the parts of the story tie together, they have taken to their aid the traditions of the Jews; for the Christian mythology is made up partly from the ancient mythology, and partly from the Jewish traditions.
The Christian mythologists, after having confined Satan in a pit, were obliged to let him out again to bring on the sequel of the fable. He is then introduced into the garden of Eden in the shape of a snake, or a serpent, and in that shape he enters into familiar conversation with Eve, who is no ways surprised to hear a snake talk; and the issue of this tete-a-tate is, that he persuades her to eat an apple, and the eating of that apple damns all mankind.
After giving Satan this triumph over the whole creation, one would have supposed that the church mythologists would have been kind enough to send him back again to the pit, or, if they had not done this, that they would have put a mountain upon him, (for they say that their faith can remove a mountain) or have put him under a mountain, as the former mythologists had done, to prevent his getting again among the women, and doing more mischief. But instead of this, they leave him at large, without even obliging him to give his parole. The secret of which is, that they could not do without him; and after being at the trouble of making him, they bribed him to stay. They promised him ALL the Jews, ALL the Turks by anticipation, nine-tenths of the world beside, and Mahomet into the bargain. After this, who can doubt the bountifulness of the Christian Mythology?
Having thus made an insurrection and a battle in heaven, in which none of the combatants could be either killed or wounded --put Satan into the pit--let him out again--given him a triumph over the whole creation--damned all mankind by the eating of an apple, there Christian mythologists bring the two ends of their fable together. They represent this virtuous and amiable man, Jesus Christ, to be at once both God and man, and also the Son of God, celestially begotten, on purpose to be sacrificed, because they say that Eve in her longing [NOTE: The French work has: "yielding to an unrestrained appetite.--Editor.] had eaten an apple
PUTTING aside everything that might excite laughter by its absurdity, or detestation by its profaneness, and confining ourselves merely to an examination of the parts, it is impossible to conceive a story more derogatory to the Almighty, more inconsistent with his wisdom, more contradictory to his power, than this story is.
In order to make for it a foundation to rise upon, the inventors were under the necessity of giving to the being whom they call Satan a power equally as great, if not greater, than they attribute to the Almighty. They have not only given him the power of liberating himself from the pit, after what they call his fall, but they have made that power increase afterwards to infinity. Before this fall they represent him only as an angel of limited existence, as they represent the rest. After his fall, he becomes, by their account, omnipresent. He exists everywhere, and at the same time. He occupies the whole immensity of space.
Not content with this deification of Satan, they represent him as defeating by stratagem, in the shape of an animal of the creation, all the power and wisdom of the Almighty. They represent him as having compelled the Almighty to the direct necessity either of surrendering the whole of the creation to the government and sovereignty of this Satan, or of capitulating for its redemption by coming down upon earth, and exhibiting himself upon a cross in the shape of a man.
Had the inventors of this story told it the contrary way, that is, had they represented the Almighty as compelling Satan to exhibit himself on a cross in the shape of a snake, as a punishment for his new transgression, the story would have been less absurd, less contradictory. But, instead of this they make the transgressor triumph, and the Almighty fall.
That many good men have believed this strange fable, and lived very good lives under that belief (for credulity is not a crime) is what I have no doubt of. In the first place, they were educated to believe it, and they would have believed anything else in the same manner. There are also many who have been so enthusiastically enraptured by what they conceived to be the infinite love of God to man, in making a sacrifice of himself, that the vehemence of the idea has forbidden and deterred them from examining into the absurdity and profaneness of the story. The more unnatural anything is, the more is it capable of becoming the object of dismal admiration. [NOTE: The French work has "blind and" preceding dismal."--Editor.]
BUT some perhaps will say--Are we to have no word of God --no revelation? I answer yes. There is a Word of God; there is a revelation.
THE WORD OF GOD IS THE CREATION WE BEHOLD: And it is in this word, which no human invention can counterfeit or alter, that God speaketh universally to man.
It is only in the CREATION that all our ideas and conceptions of a word of God can unite. The Creation speaketh an universal language, independently of human speech or human language, multiplied and various as they be. It is an ever existing original, which every man can read. It cannot be forged; it cannot be counterfeited; it cannot be lost; it cannot be altered; it cannot be suppressed. It does not depend upon the will of man whether it shall be published or not; it publishes itself from one end of the earth to the other. It preaches to all nations and to all worlds; and this word of God reveals to man all that is necessary for man to know of God.
Do we want to contemplate his power? We see it in the immensity of the creation. Do we want to contemplate his wisdom? We see it in the unchangeable order by which the incomprehensible Whole is governed. Do we want to contemplate his munificence? We see it in the abundance with which he fills the earth. Do we want to contemplate his mercy? We see it in his not withholding that abundance even from the unthankful. In fine, do we want to know what God is? Search not the book called the scripture, which any human hand might make, but the scripture called the Creation.
(end quotes)
Every Christian based civilization / country have thought at one time or another that it was the “End Times”—keeps you looking forward instead of living now and keeps the fear carrot on the end of the string, right in front of your face.

Machinka said...

Excellent article. Found you over at

Typical American culture. A nation of idiots or sheeples with too much free time on their hands seeking their material fixes standing in lines for basically foreign made junk. All short term orgasms for the masses. When the thrill is gone, they repeat this ritual of spending themselves to debt(or death). In the meanwhile, the mountains of plastic, cardboard, paper, metal and toxic minerals from these "consumer goods" overwhelm the landfills. The cycle of wanton waste is never ending. American talk about being green, but thats only in spending their green, usually in the form of credit. Just charge it!
America, land of the free and home of the homeless.
And the three "S's" of Amerikan culture--SEX, SCREEN and SPORT.
Keep the masses FAT, DUMB and HAPPY.

I found this quote from Mr. Kunstler recently on another blog.

"We've turned into this nation of overfed clowns, riding around in clown cars, eating clown food, watching clown shows. We've become a nation of cringing, craven fuckups." James Howard Kunstler, author of "The Long Emergency"

Americans deserve the government they get. Creeping fascism continues daily.

nobody said...

Jj, you're always a marvellous read. Tain't nothin' to making a blog. Do that thing and you got a regular here mate.

kikz said...

jj, thanks.

paine, always a good read :)

Anonymous said...

Thank you for your kind words. I have to say that without Les' and your words, I don't know if I would be writing from a place other than my brain--which I try to avoid.
I feel like Les' blogs are where we can add to what he writes--the catalyst that he provides on such a regular basis is currently out of my reach--I like responding to what is said here--It simply inspires me and I continue the all too real story with some of my words as most of you do.
This is a very special place, and I am thankful for that--I am learning so much about this life and myself in the process by not just being here, but by having the honor of contributing.
I will try to make it a point in the future to speak kind words when I am so moved regarding what all of you contribute as your words have made me smile today--
I also love it in here because other than a couple of kiss ass' folks, I do believe that most people write from a good place in their being--thank you all for sharing.


Visible said...

I've done quite a bit of salvia... smoking the dried leaves and also the 5x and 10x compounds. Since my kundalini is awakened it is more than I can take but Ketamine does precisely what I need and I can even travel into the minds of anyone I want to reach. You can imagine the surprise some vipers feel on these occasions. I would write about it but that is not a good idea.

Anonymous said...

She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice
A little crazy but it's nice

She's every place that I've never been
She's makin love on rainy nights
She's a stroll through christmas lights
And she's everything I want to do again.

No it needs no explanation
Cause it all makes perfect sense

She's anything but typical
She's so unpredictable

She's as real as real can be
And she's every fantasy

Edited (Jj) Garth Brooks

Something so simple brought it all together this morning. I had gone in to read the comments on the visible blogs, and had a warm greeting awaiting me on one of the pages. It was a knowing wave from a passing car—a knowing smile from a neighbor across the hills. Couldn’t quite make out the features on the face but I could see the smile on the lips, and in the eyes.


I went downstairs in a continuum of that moment, frozen sweetly, and there she was. Sweatpants and a hoodie, boots laced, red earmuffs and scarf…dogs bouncing at the thought of going for a walk—and it all came together for me—again.

That little girl smile that shines mischief and love, looking like the day I first saw her in high school—wonder and confidence radiating—addictive. Join me for the journey but only if you’re in 100%--she doesn’t accept less—it would not be right—

She is the “J” in Jj—she is the love of my life and my partner in crime—when the flakes are falling her eyes turn dreamy—spinning—maybe not as fast as before—but not missing a snowflake on her tongue.

Blessed to see through her eyes—encouraged to see through mine—

Sixteen cats and a one-eyed dog—

Fuck with her, or the helpless, and hell hath no furry

If she calls you friend, none finer

She’s Stevia and milk straight from the cow
Lasagna that never turns out the same twice

She’s wood floors and books—so many books
She is knowledge and wisdom

Encouragement and patience
Wonder and steadfast resolve

Passion and Calm
My J


Anonymous said...

Nice to see the same hit numbers here as there are over at mirrors.

Visible said...

There is a new Visible Origami up Richard Dawkins Tells it Like it's Not.

Anonymous said...

Ted Bageant might call these events "The Wars of the Mutt People"
Things are getting way out of balance.
Wonder what it'll look like when the pendulum goes the other direction?

Anonymous said...

Ode to Visible

Some say he is the Headless Horseman
Some say he is The Ghost of Christmas Past

Some say he is the reincarnation of Tsun Tsu
Tsum Tsay les, he is a river
Who drowns the tender reed mutha-fuckers’.
Tsum Tsay les, he is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Tsum say les, he is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say les, he is a flower,
and you its only Tseed.

Some people call him Visible
Some Les than that
Some people call him the Space Cowboy
Some people call him The Gangster of Luv
Some people call him Maurice

There are some who call him

Some call him Nostradamus
Some call him The Streak
Some call him Mellow Yellow

Some call him Frankenstein
Some call him Fronkensteen

Some say a Rose by any other name

On another note, I translated Les’ latest Mirrors post to EbonicsJ

Oh! This must be the way the nigga 'Pac felt when he made
"Me Against the World," "All Eyez on Me"
Y'all niggaz got me feelin like all eyes on me, me against the world
Mmm, y'all got me on my shit
Thought niggaz would appreciate what I did to this game
Bein that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood
Come from the same hood you come from
We share basically the same stories
Thought niggaz would appreciate what I came and did
since ninety-six, every year
Somethin must be seriously wrong with the world
I know y'all ain't hatin

(Some people hate!) Don't tell me niggaz is hatin
(Some people hate!) Nah.. you know what I think?
(Some people hate!) I think..
(I think they've lost their minds) Think y'all lost your mind
Y'all got me on my shit

Raw rough and rugged, when addressin the mass public
My attitude is fuck it cause motherfuckers love it
Got a, chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas
And fuck bein famous, I came to get the butters
I came from the gutter, my success in this game
is sort of like "Pro-jectic Justice," a payment for brushes
with police officers, a peace offering
From the Gods for the streets I was tossed in
'Til I'm deceased in a coffin
I'ma be a beast on these beats, releasin early and often
Please, your disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers
It's the strengthenin of chain among us
Please, we ain't afraid of none of yas, who want it with us?
Ain't nuttin changed since the ninety-six summers, c'mon

(Some people hate!) Jeah, uh, yeah
(Some people hate!) Uh, uhh, uhh
(Some people hate!) Yeah.. you know what I think?
(I think they've lost their minds) They say success breeds envy

I guess it's just the penalty of leadership
I guess I'm what niggaz wanna be and shit
Or niggaz just bored, wanna be in shit
'Fore they get to rappin, start believin it
Think they Ali and shit
I roll with the punches so I survive
I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise surprise
They try to take me out the game, but I's alive
It's like a old negro spiritual, but I mastered Tobey
With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga
You bastards know me, the one and only
Big homey from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely
You need Jesus in your life.. it's either that
or y'all gon' make me put the double Desert Eagles in your life, nigga


Had sent this to les by email but thought he might not check it for a while so here goes. Was too much for mirrors.

Visible said...

dayum! thas smoke dude! Word...

Seriously jj you have the chops.

Anonymous said...

I'll always remember, as a child reading Huck Finn, was when I first glimpsed love.
It was when Huck, knowing and truly believing it was his 'duty' to turn Jim in or, and he believed this, go to Hell, said.. "well I'll just go to Hell then."
This was after he thought on it and prayed on it and realized Jim loved him too.
One of the most profound lines in literature. Fiction or not.
Huck says.."you can't pray a lie."



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