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)