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.