As the tally drones

I think I've got it ... the rain, the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain, mais oui? And the health reform bill provides millions of fresh bodies to the health industry's piggy banks which in turn by way of SCOTUS permissions, provides billions of fresh dollars to the creators of the reform bill. Whew, triangulation was never so angled, tweaked and perfectly encapsulated as it is now. Only yesterday, Visible wrote in relation to another "country", it was a business enterprise. The mention lingered subliminally until, as the terrified populations of our hiding homeless and leaking tent cities patched across the amber waves of grain and purple mountains majesties are sold up the creek again, and again, the Earth spun west and Sol radiated out from the spacious eastern skies upon us, we rise to greet the truth, and there, triangulating before our very inquiring minds on this day of the Sun lies the wheezing, ponderously massive Queen Ant of all business superpower enterprises. One hand wash the other they often say in our Rasta's reggae dreamland. One gives to another what is legally mandated to be squeezed from the penniless. It is received with fistfuls of overflowing profits which keeps our billmakers in business making bills. Need I go over this again? The triangle is composed of the health insurers glee club and big pharma making opium pie in one corner, Pelosi and the Obi-oubliettes doing a chorus line in the other. At the top, call it the amen corner, we have the SCOTUS bowing and pressing their fingertips together into steeples. In God we Trust. Open your church and where are all the people? Just for fun, imagine lots of Bald Eagles flying around the fringes for irony, like Carrier Pigeons fleshing out the good will.

So this is what we are, an enterprise. Nothing less, nothing more. Mind you, this was our country and this is why we cannot put together anything even remotely resembling the health programs of other countries. Why, its nothing like you and I were taught or thought. This is why we have these never ending wars bleeding through sovereign borders and resource rich regions, the weapons dealers (and legal drug dealers) are corporations too. The enterprise is legal, it has personhood, it speaks and writhes and hungers with desire. Obama's seat is insured. And it is not new. It was planned around the turn of the 20th Century as I understand it, we're just seeing the dorsal fins breaking the surface at last. It is the Apocalypse after all. We always sensed they were there, but nothing on the scale that we are seeing now. Its greedy, angry, pushy, Bushy, fanged and fighting killer Sharks at the high water mark of unsustainable decadence slithering though your bedroom window, hiding in your refrigerator, ready to jump out from your kitchen cupboards, breeding in your bathtubs. If you are like me, you used to have a life that didn't include them. In fact, you probably had a wonderful life until Gore backed away from challenging his conniving opponents. Little did we realize what was going on as we lived and pursued our dreams, our goals, never thinking it would one day all, ALL, be taken away and denied the right of return, ever. Even water, God-given water, is not a right simply because its all about the money. We would have lots of money if we did not pursue these wars and bailouts, the triangulation of the elites into a business enterprise that in no way resembles anything we have any familiarity with at all, keeping their representatives in power to politicize the rips. All those pretty malls? Zombie Food Courts my friends, training camps for the trainees, places where you were to become inured to pain, watch romance films, grab a happy colada and mingle with the consuming throngs as the tour boat's bullhorn fed you the propaganda mantras and your bank accounts were vacuumed. You learned to ignore living as a commodity.

In a way, this Big Mac of a bill on TV, bought and sold, dealed and resurrected to deal again, is worse than Mr. Paulson's 15 minutes in that its one of those unwanted gifts that keeps on giving although we will admit the havoc those 15 minutes created globally has a similar property. By this late date, no doubt there are thousands of fringe industries working the sidelines greasing palms, facilitating.

As the yays and ups are cast, need we wait for its known outcome? Over the past month we have watched in wonder as many an unusual pairing came to the fore ... Dennis and Barack, Barack and the Hispanic senators, "You want immigration reform? Fine, give me your votes and we'll have any reform you want." Don't think that Biden was actually embarrassed either, what came out of his red face was designed to create yet another illusion, all the better for the trainees studying at the ZFC. Nothing was overlooked. In fact, they know all about peak everything too or they would not have triangulated together to feed on the carcass of civilization, blood on their faces, jackals weaseling a taste between the slippery snouts of rabid crocodiles and swarms of killer bees.

Seeing it this way, we ask what could possibly lie ahead now? It doesn't look good from here. I dread this bill the way I dread an attack on Iran. Considering all of it is just a dream, a nightmare, considering this space in time is a relative nanosecond in the journey of the soul, considering this portion of the journey is about learning lessons and what is life if it is not about learning, the consequences of being a miserable cog in a leviathan business enterprise, we will endure it and move past it for it holds nothing for us anymore. It is a mere rock on the path, you can kick it with your shoe and keep going toward that better place. And when you come to a wall of sheer granite, again, the measure of your character developed through the trials and sufferings of this particular trip will aid you in finding your way home.

I hear the applause in the distance now, Pelosi is rolling out her high moral carpet, bloviating about healthcare as a right not a privilege. I believe its time to pray.