Love War Four

Feverish perhaps, but I am cool. Weather: fog/cold. Did we not just leave August? WTH? This is why I never say Global Warming if I can help it because here its plain old climate chaos. Suddenly, the month we thought we had left to wear our tank tops has us ripping the closets apart to find our favorite hoodie. No easy feat since 7/10ths of the closet is piled neatly with thrift store 3rd hand, maybe 4th, maybe ... who knows in the depressing circumstances of Doom Gone Wild anyway, items of seasonal need.

This Qur'an burning issue, yesterday the preacher in the snake handlers cult called it OFF. Heh. Do you think he has ANY idea how ridiculous he appears, ON or OFF? That he reveals incredibly low intelligence and possible illiteracy for herding his 50 member cult straight into the same pits of extreme kool aid mental instability we've seen happen again and again? At least its a small group. It could be worse. They could be rich and then it would definitely be worse. We have to wonder, could such a man, purportedly a small (but timely) cult leader, hold such a standoff as he did against the pressures of political, media and social opposition, have even dreamt of taking a stand against power? If he truly believes with the totality of his serpentine soul that Islam's bible need go up in flames, it stands to reason he would never have attempted to say no, nor would his cultees. His programming doesn't make divisive stands, he's only a vessel. He believes story A from source A. He does not believe story B from Source A? However, that's neither here nor there now, the result of which will be a large paying increase in devotees equally as skilled in snake husbandry, not the brightest bulbs, but bright isn't their concern. Their concerns are to hang with others of like mind, confused and making homilies about their confusion, "Oh its a funny old world outside my window, at least I gotta window". You have to wonder what they think Islam is. Or where. Is it a weapon, a humanoid baby sheep or something? Geeze.

Do they value their own bible? I feel sorry for them because if we think we've got it tough, in their world, they can't think about it at all because it is their Operating System, like Safari.

When I was a little nina we moved to the rural south. Other than the leftover elite from the Civil War, the place was fairly uninhabited, we were among the early soon to become unstoppable flow of exurbanites, but preceded apparently by a strange and unusual inbred culture of white sharecroppers turned gas station attendants. My mother just could not understand their language. It wasn't anything resembling a classic southern accent. Whole portions of words were clipped in rapid succession with a lilt of threat somehow woven into what appeared to be sentences as there were quizzical looks when what passed for communication paused. It took her about a year to figure out he was asking her if she wanted him to wash the windshield. You can count on it, that language is still there and has advanced to enjoy an increase in the ranks. And preachers.

Whenever you see a film about a preacher, there is a mental checklist he meets. He has to have scammed the congregants. He has to have an ongoing motelroom affair though happily married with several children and a slightly austere, comfortably over-adequate home. He has to get caught in the scam and the outside woman must dump him. In no particular order. That's probably a step away from snake handling, and neither version of the cultist bears any realistic basis to relate to the larger cultures existing throughout the globe, such as Islam. Perhaps the idea came to him while they were speaking in tongues and he misunderstood the original message which may well have been Burn the corn, possibly something related to biofuels, you think? I don't know. Perhaps someone gave him the idea. Perhaps it was all of reptilitan origin. Perhaps its a movement tied into the Ground Zero commemorations meant to increase the emptying of our pocketbooks for wider and more obese/obtuse war. You get to where you can read these thing just by a headline such as Why Drones? Because the Brits lost a batch of troops and Mister (Seal the) Gates decided war must be fought without accountability if he wants to have any supporters at all.

Between the rubble rousing and the snakes in the basket, our deciders diminish our safety. We don't have a lot left, those of us still inhabiting the land of the lost. The Laureate community organizer makes it perfectly clear his allegiance is to Bush, remarking in his televised speech today something close to The thing I admire most about Bush was his ability to bring us together over 911. And there we have it. Invoking that thing again. Re-bullhorning. It makes you want to weep. Well, weep away because you cannot do anything else. Behind the dabbing of tissue, there are mobs awaiting with all sorts of weirdness planned, events and situations so obnoxious and ludicrous you cannot imagine them, things so self-defeating and preposterous all in support of sheer nonsense. There are those who know exactly what they do and then there are the multitudes, flocks, Octomoms birthing evermore implanted enbryos skipping and singing behind them creating vast wakes of material excess all the while chanting against ... love. This is profoundly tragic.

You understand these "people" mean well overall, however, really, I don't want them speaking for me on any subject or issue anytime, anywhere. Do you? Are we a nation now of whitewater banjos or something? Yes, we have been paupered into backwoods snakery little by little, but if you look up you will see that is what has happened. Next, we'll see Alaskan moosekillers running the still. Do steel yourself.

Now, let's look at it from another angle. Think corporatocracy. How does diminishing humanity at large sell anything? Oh, it sells well indeed. It shuts down the arrogant and independent thinkers. It makes you appear a lone nutcase to back off from spewing hatred and targets love as some weirdo predator. Imagine that? You are to feel guilty and wrong for your love. Love was co-opted in the last century anyway, it may even be outlawed now according to the unwritten secret rules of executive privilege. I don't know, none of us sheared loving little sheep can know. Not even Julian Assange can help us now.

Breaking: Uh oh, the book burning looks like its back ON. For tonight.