tomorrow and tomorrow

Another day, another spill, blowout, umm tanker explosion in the Straits, a pouring in the Midwestern rivers, creeks and the Great Lakes and hey while we at it, why not the Niger Delta and whew, word even comes from hell itself, there is a repeat just down the leased Louisiana sea lane of yes, another resource sucker gone bad. The market for Nalco's Corexit seem unlimited.

Indeed this is one way to quell the Asian Carp who managed to glide through whatever agility course was propped up for them, that is if they got around to it with a little more effort than jawboning the people's plight. That would be rather unusual, a surprise side benefit from anthropogenic disaster as seen in the beady eyes of the perps or in the dunkin doughnut eyes of the dazed and glazed. Although, if the Carp came through and there had been no "spill' shortly thereafter, in time the Carp would have eventually settled down to some quiet grounds and done their thing along with all the other lake life schools and everything would be okay. Nature can handle anything, I have yet to see a situation that it cannot. It is only our meddling that makes something a disaster, as I said in an earlier post. Nature does what it does. For example, Nature is fully capable of performing a cleaner, kinder, quicker job at reining in overpopulation - without chemicals, dispersants, never ending wars of conquest, undersea nukes, targeted executions and the like.

The Carp however, would have only been okay until they were met by the World's Dirtiest Jobs, the Trawlers which would have braved the distance from the icy Bering Straits contracted by Big Seafood - we'll call them Big Aqua. Suddenly, the barren seafood counter would be packed with Carp Cakes, Carp filled Crab, Carp fillet, Carp sausage and patties, shrinkwrapped packages with colorful Oriental graphics would appear in the meats' department freezers, two for one, Carp Sushi, fake lobster made from processed Carp, imitation crab Carp, Carp tacos, Marie Callendar Carp with friend rice and dim sum. Perhaps we've been spared or ... perhaps Carp thrives on Corexit. This remains to be seen, if we're still around to see it. We might catch it on the Discovery Channel weeknights in the mess hall.

I think we will be around to see it as general punishment. As noxious as the situation appears at this time, what could be worse? Being there, unable to get out, being unable to act without extending the tortures and violence, the threats and the incessant disparities and indignities as far into the future as you go. Perhaps it is set up that way, that wherever there are anthropogenic disasters a certain amount of the population is eliminated and the rest are survivors. Those who survive think themselves fortunate, but allowing you the freedom of good fortune is not on the certified and notarized Survivors to-do List. Rather, their lives will be lived out cleaning up the disasters, big and small, in the process being blown this way or that, everyday is the same as the day before and the next. The little people as NWO prisoners, in corporate hazmat outfits with rubber boots and football jackets in the winters. All of it bearing the logo of whomever is getting the magnificent tax break calling you into service. Maybe you will be assigned a location with some diversity so that your freelancing provides some highlights, but I think not. If you are assigned beach duty, it stays beach duty because your prison doesn't finance transfers to the Manhattan Dump or the Yucca Mountain work tent honeywagons.

Okay, let's get it on. Its been a grim week. The stars must be out of favor with me lately, I don't know how its gone for you, you are free to articulate it in a comment, but the reality of blowing the rockbuggy's engine has made itself known. Sometimes it appears I go through collapse earlier than what we generally speak of when we speak of collapse. Its always been that way. I speak from experience. This is absolutely not what was intended by the parents, my ancestors, and not what we intend for our offspring. Whatever we have to go through is unique not only to our zeitgeist, but more realistically to ourselves. Knowing this makes it difficult to be consoled because what is consolation if it is not truth? The truth needs no consolation. But, empathy works. Awareness works. The beauty in awareness and truth is the lesson part. Ah, yes, there is a lesson here, it feels good when it is realized, very good.

I am aware of the Wikileaks praises, denouncings, huffings and puffings taking place. We who know everything while knowing nothing can tell you it will have no impact on the big picture despite the big picture people squawking and justifying and threatening the leakers-in-hiding. It would be nice if someone could raise pen to paper and say, Look, let's make some amends here. But that opportunity came round recently through the worst disaster in American history and no amends were made, not even a pipsqueak, not even a shuck and jive worth the time a shuck and jive takes. Do you honestly think the snakes are going to shed their skins now? Its a little late for molting. We're in for it but good now. Entire generations of humans have come to age in the middle of this nonsense never having known what the hippies were all about, never having and never will hear of the Great Jack Kerouac or even Kurt Vonnegut. The Beatles? Didn't they do the Vegas show for Cirque De Soliel? Ain't it sad they never heard of Django Reinhardt or Slim Harpo? Only sad if you don't know, what they don't know is sad because they cannot know the real thing. If they are exceptionally curious and dedicated, they can run a web search and come up with something digitized on their cell provided they purchased the correct ap for the correct version modified for legal purposes.

Surely one day we will wake up and find this will all have been a long, drawn out dream in which it appears that we were awake, but we were not.

MY friend, the things that do attain

The happy life be these, I find:

The riches left, not got with pain;

The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;

The equal friend; no grudge; no strife;

No charge of rule, nor governance;

Without disease, the healthy life;

The household of continuance;

The mean diet, no dainty fare;

Wisdom joined with simpleness;

The night discharged of all care,

Where wine the wit may not oppress:

The faithful wife, without debate;

Such sleeps as may beguile the night;

Content thyself with thine estate,

Neither wish death, nor fear his might.




Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

(1517 - 1547)

the advertisement

It time to rumble again on the big page. Yes, we have comments in which we say big things sometimes, and could say them there into infinity or ... as long as the planet allows us, but there's something about the homepage's introduction to the individual as artist and the various extras that make us unique. One of the ways I think I might be unique is contrary thinking. It is why I am so drawn to the spiritual side, always seeking patience and oneness with all that there is. Contrary thinking has its positive side, especially now. I am speaking of the strange case of the overpopulation/overreaction crisis of Jumbo the Elephantine hyper-replicating redundancy in overlap of empirical duties. Surely by now everyone has an opinion whether or not they've even read the whole Wapo expose who apparently fears nothing since Matt Taibbi exposes anything he wants and lives to expose again. (They saw he was getting a lot of traffic, maybe they even saw his traffic was mostly card holding repeat visitors who bought stuff.) Probably, like you, at first read, I shook my head in disgrace for the subjects profiled as hideously wanton and wasteful, eager and idiotic at the same time. Hook line and sinker is how it usually goes down followed immediately by alarmed twitterings and continental squeals on the bandwidth as if such a thing had never, ever occurred to anyone before.

I thought Orwell was required reading on the summer homework lists.

Hang on, it gets worse, after visiting a few blogs around the 'sphere, blogs speaking out on our very subject, it came to me what we are looking at IS NOT what it appears to be. It is an advertisement, a word formerly known as propaganda. See how big and unwieldy we are? You definitely do not want to mess with us or fall out with us. We are oversize monsters gobbling everything everywhere and demand you stay in your mud hovel under the overpass munching processed potato flakes while tweaking your facebook page. We are BIG and we are BAAAAD. No one can manage us, get it? No one.

There is a lot of background to this - learned by the many years we can refer to as the millennium of wiretapping, eavesdropping, warrantless spying and fraudulent imbedded reporting as well as the relentless echoes of same by just about anyone desperate for any job, desperate enough to wipe up the mangroves with a piece of toilet tissue and desperate because the college loan sharks are breathing down their necks, even though they ought to know better after living here so long, its a scene to make just like working a rock festival is a scene. It is common knowledge Wapo, the NYtimes and yes, even the LaTimes are the propaganda wings of the Deciders, is it not? Has this not been drummed into our brains enough by now, and yet by reading the blogs you have to deduct it has not, amazingly, especially among the conservative blogs. Still the little people shiver and quake, Oooooo its so big and hey, its incredible, its great! So what if they are stepping on each other's feet, that's what we have to do if we're gonna win. Pass the Cheetos.

My first reaction never considered the possibility what I was reading was anything other than it seemed because it was actually credible. Of course this is what goes on. Anybody who did not get this already, hand in air. Your only real critical thinking takes place in running a mental newsreel backwards.

I saw something about this last night and it zoomed right over my head like what else is new.
You can see how Rumsfeld would ignore the Taguba Report, you can see how BP looks lean and effective by comparison. You can see the Bu-ad's mission accomplished with no responsibility for its future, you can see any subsequent president totally overwhelmed.
As of today with the GOM on our minds, you can see how there can't be an effective response much less anything remotely resembling an orderly, serious evacuation.
We can add conflicts beyond our borders to this insanity, border protection, overbuilding bases worldwide and alas, the crumbling of the VA leaving homeless patriots in wheelchairs praying for a push to the soup kitchen uphill in 115 Fahrenheit sun. You can see Tony Hayward mumbling before Congress because he faces no danger, just as Angelo Mozillo walks a free man today. You can see how the market boys toy with our funds, you can see how the "scene" has achieved more importance and value than humanity and nature.
And you know Charles, whatever acronyms they want to label themselves, its still civil service, that monotonous, lowbrow gig you just couldn't consider because you had better in mind for your life.
And better it is in every way even when its interrupted with various unpleasantries, those are just reminders the meek shall inherit the Earth.

Go walk your dog for five minutes and read the Wapo piece again. Ask why now? Why not next month or last? Or last year? I guarantee this is well received in high places. Notice no one actually said anything treasonous or demeaning concerning any of the immediate elite other than they were doing what they thought was helping along the mission of empire. And growth, well growth is good.

Almost a perfect puff piece retaliating against the awful thought the corporatocracy may be who is manning the helm. Sort of a Columbus story isn't it? The Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria as well site explorers. In my last post I began with the official geographic name of the blowout which in its totality tells us the planet's seabed is real estate just like any other to be bought and sold, leased, as we note, and a desirable product used to sway nations into anything that might need swaying such as releasing prisoners. When you operate on such a level, incomprehensible to most, you need X-Files arrangements pumping at full blast, bumping elbows, knocking over coffee cups, repeating efforts over and over just in case the newbies and office porn addicts didn't hear you the first time. Are we to think China does not have a similar situation, Medvedev and Putin? Gaddafi? Oh, why not. Its Spy vs. Spy out there. We're in overpopulation anyway and humans need paychecks.

It is all very weird. There is this dread methane bubble aching for release and Mother Earth's arteries are bleeding all sorts of sludge, not just locally mind you, but wherever the Law of the Sea has given berth to real estate moguls. You might think the multitudes of hemorrhagic gushers have pressed this planet into another parallel. None of it is accidental. There are no accidents. There is a new feeling in the air, its false of course, it only feels new because it came on gradually everywhere else and has hidden itself for all the worst reasons. Arthur Silber and Chris Floyd have been pounding on this heavily talking about the myth of American Exceptionalism, a myth perpetuated with exactly the type of public relations ploy carried out chiefly by the media of which Wapo expertly body surfs the crowning breakers, ignoring tarballs, slicing through beaks and fins and buoying again the rightness of the religion of Manifest Destiny. You'll notice they do this while the North American continent is riveted in astonishment that BP can call its own shots. Yes, in spite of the yammerings in the background of restitution, in spite of the genuine possibility this time they may have really gone too far, Wapo gets in there to make sure the whole world is aware how big and baaaad are the mighty Masters of War.

sunglasses, thank you

At first, the revelation Macondo (The Macondo Prospect - Mississippi Canyon Block 252, abbreviated MC252) is actually an asphalt volcano beneficial to sea life brought a modicum of relief. But the part where sea life is murdered in the present only to be replaced in the distant future with sea life shown some kind of beneficience is illogical from a "What was wrong with our sea life in the first place" point of view. It sounds like Iraq, Afpak, Iran propaganda dressed in seaweed. We have to destroy them to make them better. Our leader did promise to rebuild the region better than it was before, did he not? It all depends on what better means, doesn't it. This is where I lost the logic. You see, I thought it was fine just as it was.

How it "was" turns out to be not how it really was and has not been for a very long time. All those little plotted specks in the sea are wannabe BPs and refining ops. Next time, it will be one of them in disaster as it often has been before and worse, as it has been for over 5o years in the Niger Delta. The child selling sodas in the photo at the left was not even born when it became commonplace, this is the whole world to her, likely the only one she will ever know. The older she gets, the worse it will get and maybe the whole reason she is alive at all. Her mother said you need to do something, I am dying, now get up, get out there, take care you don't linger. Not too far from now she will repeat her mother's words never having lived in any other place, never knowing anything else, never having done anything else. Have they all just accepted they are targeted for elimination so they can be replaced by something "better"? Not completely. They have been beaten down into a belief system of obedience among the oppressed-extreme in which any infrequent scrap that may fall into one's possession is reward enough. Scraps bring out the wild dogs. Empty bellies are only aggressive until they are in the weakened throes of starvation. This is our future. It may not be our future today or next year, but it is our future if nothing gets in the way. There is nothing stopping it from taking over as it is doing. You are free to disagree if you can.

It will not escape your attention that we could be talking about any resource rich geography anywhere on the planet. Whether or not its delivered by Macondo or the mining industry or any of the subsidiary support sharks, anywhere there exists an "opportunity" for extraction, the end result is the same. Endless war, endless blowouts, what's the diff? We move back to square one. These crises are all one crisis, however presented and sold, all that is different is merely in the eyes of the beholder made beholden by the MSM and more importantly, the characters of the reporting witnesses. Because, my friends, on the streets, they do not speak of crisis. They do not speak of peaks. They don't know or care about these events. Mostly, they are busy picking up the pieces of their lives as each pillar of existence as they knew it is ripped away. Their days are ruled by loss every day and wondering what to do about it, if anything. They have no vacancy for greater loss.

I've stopped reading many of the stories. You can count on most of them being another message about "blah blah blah ___ barrels leaking per day" in which the amounts were never as low as you were just about to read. Do you need to read more? Knock yourself out, but since these drillers can do what they want freely anywhere else in the world, they do not feel especially pressured to make the persnickety continent of North America into a special case. Again, they are showing us the future. Extraction today and tomorrow and tomorrow is dangerous and dirty work that pays so ridiculously well they feels it fully justifies the mess they make, casting aside all concern for others and for Nature. We saw it with Colony Collapse Disorder and we saw it in Utah where a number of trapped miners were simply buried alive and we see it with the sea life and the death and misery to come. This is the cost of doing business in Peak knowing all the while it cannot possibly last as species are extincting and myriad bubbles bursting far and wide resulting in disastrous consequences unfolding repeatedly across the entire planet. Ignore these costs of doing business and you make a deal with the devil. There has never been a good side to dealing with the devil, evil is destined to last only as long as no one knows what you are doing whether it is hidden for centuries or a day. Many still have no idea or concern, the happy talk has been pounded into their brains from birth cushioned by oversize comforts and chemical delusions. As westerners were lulled into thinking they could have it all, a vast desert of long-buried, ego-driven prejudice was reopened allowing the simpleminded to demean everyone that did not live or think as they do. We are better than them. We are smarter, richer, more clever, more equipped to survive and propagate the species. Ahem, how many times have I said "...when it is all gone, there will be none left for ANYONE at any price".

There must be great energy propelled by staggering riches, expended in the challenge of concealing actions that will unquestionably, eventually, shamefully be exposed to all. The game is to get as much by force while they can before the jig is up. Surely it is intense. It is the most amazing waste of time we will ever live to see take place. It may well be a World record breaker, possibly a Universal record in sheer arrogance. Who are these monsters dicking with our planet? They are global mob celebrities yanking us along unwittingly through their harrowing chapters of massive sorrow as if the tragedy they create were a magic mind-magnet. A large part of the game is our abject dismay. They need us as an audience as black needs white. Without us pointing out what they do, there is no game at all. Imagine that? There would be no plunder if no one saw theft as plunder. When they figure that out (and they may be close now) all the world will be a Niger Delta and there will be no more war, no media, no pundits, no courts, no small freedoms at all, just blackened lands and dead seas. You are either a weapons carrier or trapped in the mineshaft.

If you have read this far, you already know how it works. The longer you watch, the worse it becomes. Its only a matter of time before something crazier comes to the forefront just as soon as the ratings tell them the GOM is slipping somewhat.

We really do "go on". They have agencies to tell them whether or not we are interested. They will wrongly perceive a key to our attentions and pursue that too until its scheduled to graduate to the next level. Of course, you don't like it, but whether or not we approve is definitely not their concern. That much is more than clear.

you go on

It would seem that we are really going to get ourselves in hot water, slowly, gradually as we see now, the tar ball train keep a rollin' accompanied by the ripening, low hanging fruit of manufactured need for all those granite walls around the empire city. Despite the highly technical, scientific blogging common to more than a few who devote their attentions solely to one subject, one does not have to be savvy in occupational linguistics to figure out what's going on. In a recent post, I said something to the effect of becoming educated in the vernacular of expertise in which we'd never held sincere interest. As we are thrust along the yellow brick road to Armageddon, we find everything connected, too often with the same performers in the poppy field advertising trust.

Line of the times: You can sell yourself to yourself any way you want, but I know, everybody knows.
Author unknown or I'd be delighted to credit him/her.

I am only putting in an appearance here because its due. I take no official position, other than time will tell. Perhaps the ultimate denial, but more to the point, surviving in the only way actually possible, being past the noise by now, I accept it and I don't accept it. There is a familiar weight to it, that sort of passionate heartache that you might have experienced as a teenager in your greatest romance, some ubiquitous loss from which there would be no recovery, just a dull, glazed understanding you had to go on because you had no other rational choice.

If you don't go on, you keep it alive. You feed it. That behavior prevents you from seeing the truth of your situation, which is all one sided once its over. It is only you that is involved, the patient is gone, you are manning life support in the hospice praying for a Zombie kind of love. I am not saying anything none of us have not already realized. For the novice, let me just say out front, I am troubled and I care. The other side of the coin says the Apocalypse is on schedule and anything could happen anywhere. Therefore, make hay while the sun shines with the full realization that whatever it is that prevents you from doing so is an electronic device plugged into your homelife voluntarily and billed monthly at nothing due since it was already trawled from your bank account. Hopefully, you had enough to cover it. If you did not, Horrors! Heh, they've really got the world shivering in its combat boots. The question looms, what are they gonna do now? Dine on tar balls at Signatures?

Here is where I take a huge leap away from many popular writers by estimating the particular phase we are in as a reincarnation of a pattern never broken since violent and healthy oceans slammed into the rocks and lava spewed over the earth. On the Living Planet everything grows, appears to die and grow again in another form, some growth taking far longer than others and only appears to our superpower 2010 A.D. junk food eyes, permanent. Our permanent is less that a nanosecond. Static is an idea of the zeitgeist. The GoM problem is 9 eleven multiplied by nine years of surgical advancement which in retrospect we should have seen coming as the arrows were highlighting all the usual signs and omens. Many did, but were silenced as being deranged and/or wicked heretics, a common thread throughout history.

We have to expect (expectation being a delusion, but occasionally necessary to know where you are going) this problem will be handled in the long term as every other problem has been handled previously (not handled). The people most effected supply never ending, imaginative jury rigs to combat their disasters, but its only busy work fending off despair which is the normal response to having no control at all. I recall the day I came to that conclusion, it was during a period when it came to our attention nothing concrete was done to solve identity theft. The grand legal solution was a requirement one be notified by faded form letter your identity had been stolen. That was it, in full. No regret, no recourse. Afterwards, we saw the same problem solving technique applied to the full spectrum of systemic failure, further study showed this "after the fact" and off-topic method to be THE engineered design absolving responsibility built into all corrective reform. In other words, they are not interested in cleaning up corruption because they are corrupt.

While I have often said "We are on our own", still the fantasy persists somehow someone will take care of our crises. In fantasyland, the story always has a happy ending. The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow, every cloud has a silver lining and everything will be all right. You can even go so far as to apply spiritual truths to these disasters reinterpreting original intent to suit your desires while waiting for someone else to solve any one particular problem area in which you are personally effected. With time you adjust. You go on. Oh you have thoughts about it, opinions, you notice the room got a little smaller, another musical chair missing, but the grinding noise only gets louder. It sounds exactly like blowing an engine. "Thump thump thump, whine." It looks like a mine pony heaving in collapse from the weight of the coal cart. The day finally came he could no longer go on. All utility was drained from the pitiful thing... Now there, dry your tears, his parts on the conveyor as we speak, pulverized into dog food and later, fertilizer for curb weeds.

It is true a population reduction is in order. But to enact authentic reform on population is a scarlet area the fundies and parties are loathe to address realistically. We'll have to handle that one too. The manner in which it is currently addressed is equally as absurd as any recent reform, after the fact and off-topic. The real work is always behind the scenes, sneaky, you are not supposed to put two and two together as doing so is bad for business which reflects poorly on growth. This is a huge contradiction of course, with so much of industry focused purely on profit from sex. The supreme contradiction being we exist on the Living Planet, recycling and reproducing alongside industrial agriculture, some percentage of souls in the humus pile today, some newly sprouting, some unfurling leaves into maturity, our growth is inevitable. All of it beyond human control. Visible is right when he says every two thousand years or so the whole place goes to hell and starts over:

... Every two thousand years or so things get really out of balance and the divine takes a human form to demonstrate how it should be and to explain why people suffer and to show the way. The visit is so impressive that for a little while the whole world knows that there is a single controlling force. Still, after about a hundred years, the memory fades and fellowships are formed to carry the truth in symbols and rituals. A little while later religions emerge and over time it becomes a business enterprise and finally you get to where we are today where they are having sex with children or prostitutes in defiance of the teachings which have to do with suppressing the sexual force. ...

It is an ego construct to think that the crisis we face has any possibility of resolution. How pray tell do you resolve an exploding sea floor? Calving glaciers? And all they can think of is shirking blame with temporary concealments, shifting ones and zeros and shoveling charts around as proof of some magical, meaningless victories that when you watch prove themselves to exacerbate the train of damage.

This leaves us weak and vulnerable. All the little temples of cards are flattening under the typhoon of one sided growth which is not growth at all, its an advertisement designed to inflate the bully empire as it emasculates everyone and everything in its parade of the righteous. There is no difference between drone wars and taking out economies, both are a single, crippling strategy of shock and awe, a taunting in the face of their progress charts, a horribly destructive dare inviting, encouraging defiance in which no one wins or gains anything of worth. Take care, when you watch a tragedy in action, it is very easy to become another tragedy.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28