Square interviewer: “So tell me Bird…what religion are you?”
Charles Parker, Jr.: “I am a devout musician.”
Yup.
Over the past many months I have been repeatedly excoriated by many of Your Royal Leftinesses as a Clinton apologist of some sort, and have repeatedly stated that this is not the truth of the matter.
Recently, I have been accused of shifting from the Clinton camp to the Obama camp, of being a sort of front-runner.
This is also not the case.
A number of people have told me that since I am not a political wonk, someone who counts up delegates on all my little toes, fingers and whatever other appendages come easily and habitually to hand, I do not and indeed can not know what the fuck I am talking about. Which, considering how accurately I have been calling this thing, how accurately I called the Small K kerry/Butch fiasco four endless years of bullshit ago and how long many of those j’accusers rode on John Boy Edwards’ dry-cleaned, never used, faux denim work shirt coattails right straight to the dustbin/do-not-use file of history, is totally off the mark.
But now?
Now I am ready to set my secret free.
Let loose the dogs of prescience.
Yes!
“Amen!!!”, shout the brethren and sistren!!!
Here is how I come to my prophetic and indeed prescient position on the pinnacle of understanding how this whole little three card monte game really works.
Ready?
Aim?
Fire!!!
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I will let my landsman George C. speak for me.
He’s even better at it than I am. (He practices it more. The telling, that is.)
Yup.
There it is.
I “believe” in NONE of it.
Thus I can see it without pride OR prejudice.
Yup.
Of course I also believe in MLK Jr.’s arc of the moral universe…”The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”… but on the evidence of all of history (including the several decades of history that I have personally witnessed as a semi-witting adult) that arc and indeed the vasty universe that is serves really has no particular interest in WHAT any politician say or does. The evolutionary imperative of the life of Life takes care of business when and where it must and there’s an end to it.
So fret on dear fellow observers, if you must. The Big Show will continue apace, and Ol’ Will must have his eternal say on’t all.
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.
and
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.
So loosen up, me fine droogies.
If a bit of the old ultraviolence is to come your way, there is not a damned thing that you can do about it.
Except perhaps…just maybe…you can try to keep your mind clear enough of hypnomedia-produced drivel that you will be able to see it coming and get out of the way.
And even then…where ya gonna go?
Ghostbusters’ Land?
Someplace “new”?
AHHHHH ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
From Joe Bageant’s latest screed. (Go read the whole thing if you have the courage to do so.)
Population growth is the rhino in the playpen, the root cause of our approaching eco-disaster that that no one honestly talks about. On the left we get an onslaught of information about what we must and must not do to prevent climate change. Good Democrats get Al Gore’s advice, which somehow never mentions the corporations doing the damage. And all of America gets feel-good electric car ads — buy your way out of the problem, or at least your guilt if you happen to have any. But nowhere do we get an honest discussion about population growth. If you care to, argue that climate change may or may not destroy us. But uncontrolled population growth is guaranteed to do the job. As an old Idaho rancher told me, “You can’t run a hundred head of cattle on half an acre.”
Most of the developed world remains clueless as to how all this will affect their own lives. But Americans in particular cannot get their head around the impact these billions will have on the lifestyles they are driven like rats in hell to sustain. About half of AmericansSCREAMING MAN: LOOKY HERE BAGEANT, YOU PICKLED OLD GAS BAG. HALF OF AMERICANS LIVE UNDER THE GOOFBALL HALLUCINATION THEY CAN SEAL THE BORDERS WITH SILLY PUTTY, DRONE AIRCRAFT AND MACHINE GUNS. THE OTHER HALF, LIBERALS OVERDOSED ON PROZAC AND WHITE WINE, IS LINED UP LIKE DOCKSIDE WHORES WAVING AT THE INCOMING FLEET. “LET’S WELCOME THEM ALL! AMERICA IS THE LAND OF IMMIGRANTS SO HELL FUCKING YES, LET’EM ALL IN!” YEA, RIGHT. LET EVERYBODY LIVE LIKE A FUCKING HATIAN WHARF RAT IN THE NEW THIRD WORLD AMERICA. HELL, IT’S ALREADY STARTED. THEY’RE CROAKING 49 MILION AMERICANS BECAUSE THEY CAN’T COME UP WITH THE BLACKMAIL DOUGH FOR HEALTHCARE. THEY’RE KICKIN HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OUT OF THEIR PLYWOOD NESTING BOXES BECAUSE THEY CAN’T MAKE THE MONTHLY NUT. AMERICA IS ALREADY A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY WITH DRIVE THROUGH FEEDING BOXES.
Meanwhile, both camps of a nation with no sense of history beyond its own state sponsored founding fathers mythology hasn’t the slightest notion of how population migrations from areas of scarcity to areas of plenty have shaped human history perhaps more than any other force, including war (war is just more dramatic when it happens and more entertaining to read about when it’s over.) The Vikings were a population shift from the limited arable land resources of the north around the British coast to Normandy (and then back to England by way of William the Conqueror, a Viking descendant.) The Huns, the Goths, the Vandals, the Irish in America, Chinese into Tibet…
So there it is, kiddies.
Go traipsing after the latest, hottest-thing-ever Messiah if you must.
I await the end and beginning of ALL worlds.
Which occurs every nanosecond.
Bet on it. (I HATE waiting…)
If a pol…or anyone else, for that matter…stands up and suggests that we completely remake the entire system here in the U.S., from soup to nuts to bolts including what we eat, how we treat illness and what we consider culture or entertainment (Homicide is NOT entertainment, kiddies.) and actually manages to gain the kind of position presently held by Obama, Clinton, McCain et al, maybe (Just maybe.) I might be driven to get on the bandwagon. I am not holding my breath, however. There is not enough usable oxygen left in our polluted, over-breathed air anyway.
What’s left?
Have fun…
I am.
And keep your eyes and ears open. WIDE open. In a game of musical chairs, if you are VERY good you can sometimes hear the controller shut off the player before the music actually stops. That’s about all the edge any of us are going to be given this time around.
Bet on that, too.
You bet your life.
Bet on it.
Later…
AG
