Welcome to the Dark Side where the boundary between moral and immoral, good and evil, is but a childhood game of pretend, having nothing in common with typical adult behaviors in this twenty-first century cage match called life.
You are aware, of course, of the Bell Curve visually representing the rise and decline of Peak oil. You would also then be aware of our position on the downside, sliding off peak and accelerating downhill, which naturally is the only way it would come about, through Newton's Law, even though nobody imagined it would really happen in quite the way it is happening today.
Here is the real problem that we face and here is its name, too many are locked into abject confusion about it since seldom in the human social arena is the root cause addressed for what it actually is, which is - Overpopulation. On one hand, speaking up, even quietly, places you into the usual Doomer-Paranoid-Schizophrenic categories while remaining silent is a compromise that won't lie down for long without unhinging your mental survival. Others are unconcerned, more than a few are just too stupid, most by far have no idea how severe the problem is while the problem, unaddressed, only worsens by the hour. Ah, hello, Mister Pope? Anybody home there? We've long passed unsustainable, we are peaked out, the signs screaming for attention and intentionally ignored in the face of economic growth by those whom you would think certainly know better. As long as the ego's needs are met, there is no problem.
The next time you find yourself sitting in traffic, take a good look at your surroundings, take note of the decals emblazoned in obese fonts with neon hues on westerners' windsheilds, "American Patriot", "I'm not a bitch, I'm THE Bitch" or the rednecks' fave, bin Laden pissing. These indicate a desperation to stand out among the writhing masses, wouldn't you say, a loneliness so severe that attention is drawn by means of annoying hapless passersby? You might also say its obvious they have no identity anymore (if they ever had any to begin with) and obscene decals are the best they could scrabble together in saying "I am alive, look at me, I count dammit!"
The noise and overamped illusions slam into our lives and lifestyles in competitive proportion to the ignorance, people who are capable of intellectual reasoning cannot help but question their sanity and in the questioning resort to resolve their discomfort and alienation through layers of complex adjustment which does nothing at all seriously effective towards any solution. Can it be the clock has already run out? It very well may be too late. Consider your personal experience in this new world before further shrugging. If the agenda of the CFR is curbing overpopulation, and we do not know if it is or is not, and if it is, how intense an effort is put forth, they are doing everyone including themselves a humiliating disservice by not fully disclosing the fundamentals in full required to reign in over-breeding.
The situation concerns us, must we remind you, without us, you have nothing.
Considering we are all united, (simply being alive together at this strange time is uniting in itself) from blades of grass to cleverly dexterous, manipulative predators, all of us in competition for sunlight, food and water, frankly, I am floored the subject remains so indefinite, so vague, heh, a National Geographic style series about something happening somewhere else perhaps, nothing to get excited about, after all, what can we do? The line is more than established about what we can do and what we can not. When your own law begins with DO NO HARM, is there really any need for further elaboration? What we have before us is a MASSIVE, unimaginable to most, horrifying disaster unfolding as we read here today. Everything happening to our planet, and this means happening to you personally, yes, you, in your very own skin, regardless of station or habitat, will expand in magnitude quickly far surpassing all that seems difficult and unmanageable today, and continue to exponentially spread outwards imprisoning and incapacitating every single living being, every single life, every species and landmass above and below the Earth's surface, every body of water, every resource, everything that exists, until forced oblivion by whatever means puts a halt to the madness.
This is not a situation blameable on the twenty four hour news cycle or Wall Street or the illusions of politics or unscrupulous activities of the personhoods or the sudden appearance of encyclopedias at our disposal or terrorism, those elements among countless others are the Side Effects spawned by the Great Human Disaster. This problem is social across the board. We are attempting to survive, very often casually, with merrymaking and homilies, inside a worsening nightmare as the flesh eating disease ravages our planet. It should not have been this way, wrought though denial, deceit, directed diversion, plying the gullibility of the innocent with invented fables and caricatures to live by. Rather than bear responsibility, fingers are pointed in every direction, while the ugly root remains behind a dark veil, in the maggot-infested root cellar, unacknowledged as it must be in order maintain civil appearances cultivated though lurid nonsense. Defrocking much of that nonsense has been the task of this blog from inception.
Truly, it perfectly parallels classic philosophy problems in its dilemma characteristics, questions without answers, contradiction and cyclical argument, intense self-examination as the seemingly impossible shifts into fact. In debate, the dilemma is usually glossed over as too overwhelming, too conflicting, exacerbating moral hazard and the casualty of bias. We'd better get real about this soon and start talking about it everywhere, all the time, but in order to do so, we must first accept the scope of the situation and accept where it is taking us, no easy task in the ugly face of hope and belief.
... They all know it is there, some of them have come to see it, others are content merely to know it is there. They all know that it has to be there. Some of them understand why, and some do not, but they all understand that their happiness, the beauty of their city, the tenderness of their friendships, the health of their children, the wisdom of their scholars, the skill of their makers, even the abundance of their harvest and the kindly weathers of their skies, depend wholly on this child's abominable misery. ...
from The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas by Ursula K. LeGuin
If you want to insure your handle on just how grotesque it is already, go somewhere you once lived five or ten, twenty years ago and note the changes, relate those changes to societal changes elsewhere and stack them up, with a little brief mental math the future becomes immediately predictable, and not just your own future, but that of everything else. Not even in death with creditors freely grave robbing and Potter's Field, the notorious SoCal paupers' cemetery, legally approved for cremation clearing the land for construction, does it end. Overpopulation will continue to startle and exceed expectation without impediment as long as we allow it.
Where are the controls? The census, an economic tool - is not exactly a solution, now is it. The census surely can not come close to anything accurate in these decades of belligerent fraud. Whatever numbers they release this time around are likely absent an overwhelming amount of skilled system gamers. Once a help, now a hindrance, just another sad vehicle keeping the truth sealed ...
It is nothing short of a shock to face this emerge-and-see in its fullness. Considering the spectacular injustices taking place within the span of our lifetimes, it would not be a surprise to learn global warming, or whatever you prefer to call it, was not set up deliberately to deal with this issue unbeknownst to civilization at large. You'll have to think about that one for awhile. Think about HAARP and chemtrails while you are at it. There is a disturbing pattern to the presentation, initially vehemently denied, now weakly acknowledged, remaining for the most part resisted, but only seemingly so and always redirected in favor of system reinforcement agendas.
It is reality altered as all reality is altered by the individual preference to seek or to reject at any given time, thoroughly dependent on how such a variable fits into the human's personal survival plan on any particular day.
I would appreciate some sincere discussion, if possible. There are plenty of links, I've seen them, most dare not veer into spectacular disaster territory however, lacking the direct link to our unwieldy present state of affairs. Something's gotta give, my friends, and soon.
FYI, this subject is not about sex, pharmaceutics showed us that much with the advent of birth control. This issue is practically unfathomable in its magnitude, it is the greatest dilemma our planet faces. It was coming, it was predicted, the predictions are being surpassed while anyone who actually is in position to address the crisis is made a fool, subject to the off-topic censoring by economic dictates and all the accompanying falderal which equates to dillydallying. Dillydallying only takes place when time is being bought and in this case time is working against ALL of us.
I acknowledge that it is up to the individual to live out their days as an example of what can be done beneficially, but in reality incessant consumerization utterly fails to encourage restraint.
We are standing on the edge of the end. None of us wants to see any further increase in the horror of these times, but it is guaranteed greater and more extractive horrors awaiting just up the road will make our lives a living hell on Earth in practically no time at all. All that which we once thought we would not live to see, we are seeing now. Are you ready for more? No, you are absolutely not and I am not, either. What is coming does not appear remotely survivable.
Ask yourself, does the human species possess intelligence specifically to counter Universal built-in extinction?
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Monday, May 28, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
May the Force be with You
Has everyone been enjoying the internet lately? Heh. Its all bad stuff. They've won. Yes, the real terrorists are running free, running the whole show and we've bled and watched and waited and bled more and watched more until our Groucho Marx eyeballs sprung from their frames. They viciously grabbed our attention, rifled hungrily through our empty pockets seeking anything that Wal*Mart could stack into their job lot weather-less caverns and left us by the side of the dirt road in the heat searing, barren desert brush too beleaguered, too unhealthy, too weak, too empty of spiritual energy to find our way back because ... the gates to the heart of the matter are sealed with nuclear crazy glue.
We're still alive however. But it is an alive that is like living in a movie set, the Truman Show perhaps, the infrastructure for life itself is there, but nothing works underneath the wall paper of a sky with mannequin characters forever locked into place. A suitable stage set would be that early Twilight Zone episode concerning the Sterno junkie strangely surviving radiation in a fake model town destroyed by a good nuke testing.
The recent Adam Mayes murder kidnapping episode took us far back into the old moonshining days of inbreds and foliage overgrowth where dummies are still at the still, banjos and preachers and relatives of relatives' friends and their third cousins of ex-spouses and (no traceable relation because its too complicated) hangers-on quikstop cashiers having their say in the press, he said, she said, no one is guilty and everyone clamors for a part, the mothers-in-law of the former spouses of bigamous Zombie creatures slithering through wet, uneven terrain where no child has a father and all the children are reproduced in the exact image of their toothless ancestors combined, emerging from quicksand by the miracles of Jesus.
Why IS this we ask? It is because the square mileage of our continent allows holdovers from an earlier era to exist in geographies unclaimed by urban sprawl. Its always been a government problem. Combing, cleaning out, dumpster diving though these ancient closeted holdovers remains a Fed priority to this day. Why throw funds at education or municipal improvements when you can simply shine the white hot planetary stage spotlight on its unprofitable worthlessness?
Cockroaches are not allowed to exist in a flattened world armed with singing camera cellphones reviewing their bank accounts and foreclosure proceedings by the hour inside armed gated communities anchored to select chain store strip malls. From time to time, we are forced to look, as if the "civilized" populace needs another Foie Gras treatment shoved down their esophagus as warning to all to get with, and stick with, the system. Of course, there is that additionally tasteless re-election component involved. Their eveready tactical opener, Caveman Nugie, knows all about murder in the backwoods, interesting how he was drafted from the dusty archives a mere days before the Foie Grassing. You will note in the Adam Mayes episode, no mention was made of performing the usual criminal search practices such as collecting cellphone records and laptop seizures. The Mayes event appears to have been entirely an "on foot, door to door" extraordinarily closed mouth arrangement. Likely this is why cleaning out and cleaning up Waziristan has been such a nasty problem as well. Can you imagine? How can the land even be considered for Wal*Marts and development property leases when there are uh, those insane infestations of swarming insects crawling through the undergrowth up and down the mountains (apparently immune to Roundup, and highly likely that is due to zero percent purchasing power)? They sought to draw us in on their horrific difficulties during the BP blowout, spotlighting shrimpers and the abundance of backwards, makeshift lifestyles to no avail, the greater issues blocked the effort and were quietly cancelled due to the impotency of the punishment. A more effective bang for their buck would have been to rip apart the seemingly flawless Anthony family and expose the massive infestation in Orlando's angelic state of make-believe sub-urbanity. Ah but no, that would not have worked in their favor, we can be sure such dumpster diving would have exposed the poisoned roots of all that appears covetously shiny, lush, clean, nutritious, expensive and healthy.
It would have come out that every man remains an island unto himself and no expensive product or perfectly plasticized contortions of lifestyle, unmarred and ziplocked into purring vehicles under 24/7, 365 day monitoring will ever have effect on the infestations ... anywhere. If they really meant to do the job effectively, they should call in Wildland firefighters and the backhoes, radio the command planes and cordon off the region, all of which tells us something about the fundamental reason they do not. They don't because these spotlit events are the Foie Gras method of keeping in line those suburbanites, exurbanites and urbanites who are not absolutely yet convinced or growing less convinced the wonderful new world isn't actually so wonderful.
That it isn't so wonderful is an understatement. It is useless diversion barricading authentic experience. All of it wrought long ago by the evil insights of Bernays where realty is contorted by words and imagery into the facade of human advancement. Surely he was a card carrying CFR Jetsons fan. Surely his followers felt things were not happening quickly enough to satisfy their own payment plans and upped the program after a brief intermission for Kool smokers and college educated middle class homeowners before abruptly unveiling the new, improved date-stamped Ponzi pyramid.
During that intermission, many of us reading here were selected to enter this journey, at this time, in this place, on this very planet. And this group, this band of concerned volunteers without memory of our transported altruistic goals, matured along with Earth's inhabitants as if we were a natural part of the program except ... there was always a lingering doubt of its viability, especially as it repeatedly rubbed against the grain, a soft reminder of the forgotten mission, the appearance not at all being what it proclaimed to be, that the species itself seemed deeply flawed preventing the homo sapien from its ability to develop spiritually, to see and know in that way that seeing is wisdom and knowing is acceptance, dis-empowering the individual to achieve any greater purpose other than placing all sensory powers upon the activities and appearance of mannequins, zombies and spotlit personalities, adopting each others' roles, characters, allegiances and opinions - automatically. It is stated frequently "This is life", as if it is a condition, a helpless syndrome of vacuous and painful wandering from nowhere to nothing and simply must be endured until the big prize of magnificent rapture arrives. It matters none the rapture doesn't take place, there is always some bible thumping, high moral ground justification encouraging the great sea of homo sapien true believers to press on, endure more. Should any of those enduring grow weary while pressing on, the length of the average lifespan of the human being is comforting in its brevity fully allowing the tragic possibility any greater potential remains eternally unrealized, unknown, lost in whatever continental universe of in-curiosity and regulated behaviors exist among the retarded faux civilizations doomed to ennui and suffering.
Our mission can be remembered at any time, especially when you are not trying to remember, rather, standing in the welfare lines or gathering flints and interesting rocks in the desert during an oncoming sandstorm or if you are a musician, evading the work of a composition, even though you know it will center you. It will come back to you in a variety of forms, mostly it is a taking-off of sorts, suddenly airborne, and you will realize it had nothing to do with your wants or what you think about it at all, and everything to do with letting go. You cannot call it forth, it will alight when and where you'd least expect.
There is a Force in the Cosmos, of that we can be sure, outside of us, that takes care of us, it is love seeking a receptive vessel. As proof, you can do nothing civilization terms usefully productive for as long as possible and see what happens. Let it flow through you and radiate it outwards at every opportunity. Love, compassionate, seva-love is the remedy needed now.
The downpressors may have won the round, but they will never rule the Force. May the Force be with you.
We're still alive however. But it is an alive that is like living in a movie set, the Truman Show perhaps, the infrastructure for life itself is there, but nothing works underneath the wall paper of a sky with mannequin characters forever locked into place. A suitable stage set would be that early Twilight Zone episode concerning the Sterno junkie strangely surviving radiation in a fake model town destroyed by a good nuke testing.
The recent Adam Mayes murder kidnapping episode took us far back into the old moonshining days of inbreds and foliage overgrowth where dummies are still at the still, banjos and preachers and relatives of relatives' friends and their third cousins of ex-spouses and (no traceable relation because its too complicated) hangers-on quikstop cashiers having their say in the press, he said, she said, no one is guilty and everyone clamors for a part, the mothers-in-law of the former spouses of bigamous Zombie creatures slithering through wet, uneven terrain where no child has a father and all the children are reproduced in the exact image of their toothless ancestors combined, emerging from quicksand by the miracles of Jesus.
Why IS this we ask? It is because the square mileage of our continent allows holdovers from an earlier era to exist in geographies unclaimed by urban sprawl. Its always been a government problem. Combing, cleaning out, dumpster diving though these ancient closeted holdovers remains a Fed priority to this day. Why throw funds at education or municipal improvements when you can simply shine the white hot planetary stage spotlight on its unprofitable worthlessness?
Cockroaches are not allowed to exist in a flattened world armed with singing camera cellphones reviewing their bank accounts and foreclosure proceedings by the hour inside armed gated communities anchored to select chain store strip malls. From time to time, we are forced to look, as if the "civilized" populace needs another Foie Gras treatment shoved down their esophagus as warning to all to get with, and stick with, the system. Of course, there is that additionally tasteless re-election component involved. Their eveready tactical opener, Caveman Nugie, knows all about murder in the backwoods, interesting how he was drafted from the dusty archives a mere days before the Foie Grassing. You will note in the Adam Mayes episode, no mention was made of performing the usual criminal search practices such as collecting cellphone records and laptop seizures. The Mayes event appears to have been entirely an "on foot, door to door" extraordinarily closed mouth arrangement. Likely this is why cleaning out and cleaning up Waziristan has been such a nasty problem as well. Can you imagine? How can the land even be considered for Wal*Marts and development property leases when there are uh, those insane infestations of swarming insects crawling through the undergrowth up and down the mountains (apparently immune to Roundup, and highly likely that is due to zero percent purchasing power)? They sought to draw us in on their horrific difficulties during the BP blowout, spotlighting shrimpers and the abundance of backwards, makeshift lifestyles to no avail, the greater issues blocked the effort and were quietly cancelled due to the impotency of the punishment. A more effective bang for their buck would have been to rip apart the seemingly flawless Anthony family and expose the massive infestation in Orlando's angelic state of make-believe sub-urbanity. Ah but no, that would not have worked in their favor, we can be sure such dumpster diving would have exposed the poisoned roots of all that appears covetously shiny, lush, clean, nutritious, expensive and healthy.
It would have come out that every man remains an island unto himself and no expensive product or perfectly plasticized contortions of lifestyle, unmarred and ziplocked into purring vehicles under 24/7, 365 day monitoring will ever have effect on the infestations ... anywhere. If they really meant to do the job effectively, they should call in Wildland firefighters and the backhoes, radio the command planes and cordon off the region, all of which tells us something about the fundamental reason they do not. They don't because these spotlit events are the Foie Gras method of keeping in line those suburbanites, exurbanites and urbanites who are not absolutely yet convinced or growing less convinced the wonderful new world isn't actually so wonderful.
That it isn't so wonderful is an understatement. It is useless diversion barricading authentic experience. All of it wrought long ago by the evil insights of Bernays where realty is contorted by words and imagery into the facade of human advancement. Surely he was a card carrying CFR Jetsons fan. Surely his followers felt things were not happening quickly enough to satisfy their own payment plans and upped the program after a brief intermission for Kool smokers and college educated middle class homeowners before abruptly unveiling the new, improved date-stamped Ponzi pyramid.
During that intermission, many of us reading here were selected to enter this journey, at this time, in this place, on this very planet. And this group, this band of concerned volunteers without memory of our transported altruistic goals, matured along with Earth's inhabitants as if we were a natural part of the program except ... there was always a lingering doubt of its viability, especially as it repeatedly rubbed against the grain, a soft reminder of the forgotten mission, the appearance not at all being what it proclaimed to be, that the species itself seemed deeply flawed preventing the homo sapien from its ability to develop spiritually, to see and know in that way that seeing is wisdom and knowing is acceptance, dis-empowering the individual to achieve any greater purpose other than placing all sensory powers upon the activities and appearance of mannequins, zombies and spotlit personalities, adopting each others' roles, characters, allegiances and opinions - automatically. It is stated frequently "This is life", as if it is a condition, a helpless syndrome of vacuous and painful wandering from nowhere to nothing and simply must be endured until the big prize of magnificent rapture arrives. It matters none the rapture doesn't take place, there is always some bible thumping, high moral ground justification encouraging the great sea of homo sapien true believers to press on, endure more. Should any of those enduring grow weary while pressing on, the length of the average lifespan of the human being is comforting in its brevity fully allowing the tragic possibility any greater potential remains eternally unrealized, unknown, lost in whatever continental universe of in-curiosity and regulated behaviors exist among the retarded faux civilizations doomed to ennui and suffering.
Our mission can be remembered at any time, especially when you are not trying to remember, rather, standing in the welfare lines or gathering flints and interesting rocks in the desert during an oncoming sandstorm or if you are a musician, evading the work of a composition, even though you know it will center you. It will come back to you in a variety of forms, mostly it is a taking-off of sorts, suddenly airborne, and you will realize it had nothing to do with your wants or what you think about it at all, and everything to do with letting go. You cannot call it forth, it will alight when and where you'd least expect.
There is a Force in the Cosmos, of that we can be sure, outside of us, that takes care of us, it is love seeking a receptive vessel. As proof, you can do nothing civilization terms usefully productive for as long as possible and see what happens. Let it flow through you and radiate it outwards at every opportunity. Love, compassionate, seva-love is the remedy needed now.
The downpressors may have won the round, but they will never rule the Force. May the Force be with you.
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