The pulsating music has ceased to play,
the stereo has now lost its audience.
The propaganda papers of the radical right
are obituaries of their victims.
Kegs without beer,
red lights flashing in the dark,
a steering wheel that remembers
whose hand held it.
The delicate fragrance of the crushed corsage,
a class ring, the torn clothes stained with blood,
and the death masks-
the look of the executioners' damnation.
Headlines, the seat of power, lying in the bottom of the car,
a rotten apple half eaten.
This is the way the World ends
with a crash followed by a whimper.
Death stands watch over history's graveyard of hopes.
Shattered cars, empty like the lies of "their" unprecedented plans,
and cars driving in reverse, backwards throughout time
without music, without headlights, without laughter,
without children.
It is hypothesized that the radical right needed an event to galvanize
public
opinion to pass a piece of legislation, they claim will save lives.
The bill
includes among other things a 12:00 p.m. curfew and a probationary
period for
youths under 18 years of age. What it actually does is condition
youths to be
oppressed:
1) a 12:00 p.m. curfew -
takes control from the parents of raising children and
gives it to the state;
2) a solo driving probationary
period - causes several things to happen
including
a) no teen dating in cars - and if this doesn't cause young maids who are
willing to dare older teenagers nothing will,
b) prevent the practice of designated drivers from being established early
on,
thus increasing the number of drinking drivers,
c) limit and control social interaction - with restricted mobility America's
youth becomes easier to spy on. Excuse me - supervise.
One of the radical right's favorite ploys, in manipulating so called
Democracies, is to create an event and then elevate it into a crises.
They then
use the contrived crises as a springboard to force legislation which
would under
normal circumstances never be passed. In this reactionary mode,
Democracies can
be stampeded into passing bills that further the private agenda of
the radical
right: controlling the media and instituting a propaganda model has
repeatedly
helped them in this endeavor,
We already have laws on the books to handle drunk drivers, what is needed
is
merely to enforce them, not more legislation:
"That government is best
which governs least."
John Stuart Mill
ARMED WITH A WALKING STICK
Armed with a walking stick
the acquisition strolls up the street
lined with long grey rows of houses,
whose fronts periodically turn translucent
exposing an infinite number of universes inside.
To reason
they all seem remote,
as if the inhabitants exist
on the other side of a two way mirror,
making any feeling and communication impossible.
Acquisition turns to reason,
and, with a supercilious gesture,
starts to pose his tedious question;
but, his face is an old fashioned clock
that erupts with a bird that cries, "Cuckoo.".
It's then reason realizes
that the best part of life is its dreams.
The afternoon becomes crystal.
Large stars, weltering on waves of time,
brightly shine above sylvan paths
strewn with livid colored wild flowers;
where birds sing among perfumed branches,
and bees fly from blossom to blossom;
where streams, with cut glass bouquets,
run laughingly beneath great banks of shade;
and where, behind all things
flows a limpid river of love:
and life becomes - bliss.
OVER FORTY
For over forty years I've driven past the massive stone steps,
gotten out of my car and walked around its front,
took the second to the last entrance on the left,
where I would pause to look at the garden's directory,
follow the path around three oblique angles
and come out in the Shakespeare garden,
where I would then walk back towards my car.
Today, I proceed in my ordinary way,
when I begin to notice how the familiar garden path
fatigues me more than usual.
I first think it's because of my long convalescence,
which has left me so out of shape.
However, I notice that the hillside, on which the park stands,
is more steep than before; my lungs are positively burning
while I pant up the slope. Because of this the statue
seems more remote in the distance than normal;
and were it not for the city behind me
I would swear I was going the wrong way.
For now the path writhes up quite a precipice,
like the ones one sees in the Cascades,
only here there is supposed to be gentle slopes
with long flat stretches in between.
And still this is the right park.
The names of the gardens are the same;
the flower beds are the same;
the shrubs and trees and perspective are the same;
only now everything is perpendicular.
Filled with wonder I stumble for the car.
I round a curve that brings me into the amphitheater
and within view of the parking lot.
Only, now the ground stands upright like a wall
with a ladder for steps. And there is nowhere
within miles a mountain like that in the West Hills.
The incline would have humbled Mt. Everett.
The park has turned 90 degrees on its axis,
even though everything else remains the same,
and, hanging suspended like a frozen wave,
way off in the distance, scarcely visible to the unaided eye,
are the cars and tennis courts.
Amazed I tentatively proceed passing the rustic restroom
perched by the path. Irrationally, I feel a sense of vertigo
as though on a tight rope far above the ground.
Glancing down at the flight of steps
I see translucent space and fields of stars.
When I look up again a man is watching from his car,
he is spying on the people visiting the garden,
and has apparently been there for a long time.
We are alone, his face is in shadows;
his dress is dark and ordinary; but,
when I see him sitting sinisterially still
I know he is one of the brigands who supplement their income
by causing other people misery- his name is Iscariot.
And behind him, even though it is day,
the moon shines more brilliant and austere
and the stars are larger and fiercer than man can stand.
Hypocritically, he comes up and asks,
"Is this the way to the Japanese garden?"
He pretends to be friendly but is merely checking me out instead,
he's trying to deceive with his Herr Judas act. I reply,
"Sometimes, only today its going to Heaven instead.".
EVENING ALONE
Evening alone with my dreams
the wind plays with the surface of the water,
where a thousand lights shimmer ecstatically
from the reflections floating in the river.
I see the festive men, and women,
and children playing in their boats;
and, hear the musical melodies from their radios,
the murmur of glinting black water,
and the sweet tones of laughter
wafting over to me on the bank.
And high above, the night hovers like a nocturnal bird.
Even immersed in the midst of life
a part of me remains remote,
like a spectator, or, a solitary wanderer.
LAMBING TIME
Lambing time in the Willamette Valley,
when their breaths cloud the air,
meets a vast indifference, and they know
nothing but filtered light.
Shakily standing in their white newness
all they find, in translucent green fields,
is the bitter bleakness of falling rain.
As they impatiently wait beside the ewe's
whose wet fleeces are caked with mud,
there lies hidden around them, patiently waiting,
Mother Earth's eternal lessons.
They can not grasp them even though
Spring is already stirring, the year's resurrection,
completely different from barren Winter - the year's bane.
MIDNIGHT BLUE
Moon, you are beautiful, but I pity you.
How sad you are, radiant in the starry night.
A marvel for lovers shining on their caresses and confusion
and receiving no rewards from heaven and earth.
An unblinking and unloving presence
who will never know what love is.
Inconstant as your brilliant dance partners
Venus and Mars with their reflective, retrograded steps
that whirl through vast space.
Where have you been these past moments?
I forgot all about you,
while luxuriating in my wife's warm embrace.
I'LL TAKE THAT ONE
Everywhere is the fine white mist
swirling round. Pain!
Surfacing from the midst of sweet oblivion,
a white light slowly emerges,
whose voice suddenly erupts like thunder
in an unknown language; still,
I strive to rise soaring to meet it,
to merge my body with the beautiful purity of its being;
but, something is strangely wrong,
try as I might a feeble shudder is all I can manage.
A shrieking pain grips my entrails,
as though I've been impaled.
Look at this moment-
isn't it funny how intense moments
exist outside time- its image
gazes back down and on all four sides
repeats away into infinity:
then it starts to return,
the horrified land and vicious flying web
that settles about me. Ensnared!
And, the cruel metallic jaws
that gently drop me into the magical tower
with invisible walls,
where the bottom slides away
like consciousness.
The small boy says,
while pointing with his finger,
at the beautiful blue butterfly
in a row of specimens
on display in the glass showcase,
"I'll take that one.".
DISTANT AND DISEMBODIED
Distant and disembodied sentiments
through the transformed images
of smoldering miles
driven by sinister (subliminal) whispers
on to the field
beyond the rural road,
beyond the weeds in the ditch,
and beyond the thin trees-
common objects,
which where standing up
in their distinctness,
the opposite of flat.
Vivid and violent
so concrete
yet so incongruous
herded by "the dream team",
with the head of a human
on the body of a bull,
which follows a circular blotched wall,
so vast it seems straight,
littered with broken-glass-pieces of time
plummeting pirouette
sprinkled with blood
into the murderers' virtual eye-
until the victim
of the victim finally,
distant and disembodied,
falls out
into blessed liberty-
Already the dream has caught him,
in the universe's swirling
circular star-studded-shroud....
It has been said. "Just ask
Lewis Carroll, I'll bet he knew the wonder, whimsy,
and fun to be found in the World so-real. But what is the virtual
reality
founded and enforced by the radical right? And, to what purpose
do they distort
the surreal; besides, turning it into a Kafkasque nightmare for their
Herr
Goebell propaganda machine?"
In fair Vancouver, glimmering
in the sunlight on this black day, again the
carnage begins. Another man destabilized by voices in his head,
which led him
to kill a 68 year old man who he claimed changed from a rabbit (a white
one no
doubt) to a dog and finally into a man. Now he's no one at all.
Go back 30
years and for the first 15 to 20 years you can look long and hard for
this kind
of murder without finding even one example of voices (demons, gods,
etc.)
destabilizing individuals and instructing them to kill. In the
last eight years
how many times has this tragedy recurred: this is another set of events
that is
statistically impossible. This is not the era of the Salem witch
hunts: or, is
it?
It has been asked. "Why
are there no laws recognizing and protecting our
citizens from this type of induced insanity?!? And, why are our
Senior Citizens
being targeted by the radical right, if not to institute a reign of
terror among
them; thus, gaining, as a result of the public being deliberately misinformed
about the true nature of these crimes, the Senior Citizens' acceptance
and votes
for the neo-facist's private tyrannical agenda. Who is it that
benefits from
all this, and, who is it that's getting paid with non-reported revenue?"
RADICAL RIGHT = NEO-FACISM
REFLECTIONS ON THE FOURTH OF JULY
Is it better to live one's
life, ignobly subject to the bigoted beliefs of a
tyrant, or, as independent individuals, enjoying the greatest blessing
that God
can give to a country- liberty? Are our lives really our own,
to develop
according to the dictates of reason and in accordance with nature of
our beings;
or, must we submit to the blind caprice of power basely doing what
we are bid.
Our forefathers fought and died for the belief that "all men were created
equal;
that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights;
that
among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.", a legacy
each
generation has had to reaffirm with its blood. They understood
that power is
the most morally degenerating condition known to man. In a social
context,
power is the opposite of equality, where its use can only be used against
another individual, to prevent them from freely doing with either themselves
or
their property what they otherwise would. This is the basis of
all criminal
acts, and, why the tyrant is the worst of all criminals; because, sooner
or
later, a tyrant becomes all other types of criminal combined.
Today, in Oregon the radical
right has attacked the right of private property.
We no longer can decide who can drive our cars, what are cars are used
for,
when they may be driven, where they may be driven, and why they may
be driven.
They claim to do so for public safety and to keep juveniles in school
even
though this has never been necessary before. Tyrants always oppress
for the
best of possible excuses, otherwise the public would never agree to
give up its
rights. The effect is still the same: an erosion of our civil
liberties.
Another example can be found
in local housing ordinances. In Portland, it is
proposed that new houses must have a certain number of windows, and
can not have
a garage or other building blocking it from the street. The architecture
is still left to the
discretion of the owner. However, it is curious to consider that
with
technologies developed during the cold war and used by the radical
right field
operatives windows are like cameras that can be used to intrude into
a room and
violate the privacy of homes. The rule against structures blocking
a persons
home from the street aide and abets the radical right's ability to
x-ray homes.
A practice that is already currently systematically done. The
excuse here is that they want attractive neighborhoods.
The home and car are for
most of us our biggest and most important material
possession. To take away the right to do with them what
one wants effectively
attacks the right of private property. The radical right is wrong
in claiming
that only they have the right to determine what others must or must
not do;
and, that others merely have privileges. What difference does
it make if a
tyrant is foreign or domestic? There will always be individuals
who do not
approve of what others do. But, just as one would not be forced
to give up
one's own deeply held beliefs, so too, then, must we be tolerant of
others.
What is the alternative? All master-servant relationships are
inherently bad.
The masters become morally degenerate, and the servants become base
servile
sycophants. Any serious study of history can easily confirm this.
How can this
possibly be conceived as a superior social order to a societal model
based on
equality, mutual tolerance and liberty is beyond my plebeian comprehension.
There are those who will
claim that I am a dreamer. To them I say go read The
Declaration of Independence, The Preamble to the Constitution,
and The
Gettysburg address and they will find that our founding fathers and
other great
individuals have been dreamers, too. Dreamers who built a great
nation based on
civil liberties that lasted 200 years and became the envy of the entire
freedom
loving World.
SLAVE OF SLAVES
Rumor mill has it that the
radical right (neo- fascists) have struck again.
1.) In Belgium, after observing
what the effect of the mad cow incident had in
toppling the existing British Government, and having acquired leverage
in the
Belgium media, and having carefully groomed and assisted, with state
of the art
computer sampling techniques, a right wing politician, they deliberately
poisoned Belgium's food supply. It was easy to do knowing Belgium
has,
primarily, an Agriculture industry comprised, relatively speaking,
of small scale businesses, after all
Belgium is a very small country. The rest is becoming a rather
sordid chapter
of European history.
But, what is the radical
right's motive? They are trying to establish young
politicians, Blair, Chirac,and Schroeder, to name three other European
puppets, who will, in concert with intense media campaigns and increased
right
wing economic presence, try to gradually shape public policy.
Their goal is to
implement a Third World economic model in the European Common Market.
And,
having even a small country like Belgium in close geographical proximity
providing a stark contrast, with all their retirement and health care
benefits
intact, would make their job much more difficult. These four
political figures
will be on the political landscape for years and can move, after their
respective countries have been subjected to the radical right's version
of Herr
Goebell's propaganda machine, their countries toward the
same oppression and
previously mentioned economic model, as they are striving to institute
here in
the United States.
Rumor mill also says
2.) In India we have another
war contrived by the radical right to save another
brainwashed bigoted puppet. First, a caste village is attacked
and all of its
inhabitants including elders and children are brutally slain by having
their
heads chopped off. This occurs after the government had fallen
out of favor
with the voters and calls where being made for a new government to
be formed.
Second, the main opposition leader doesn't want to lead India and four
opposition party leaders call on their leader to not lead the country
but to
continue leading the party (how strange does it get) a plea which she
agrees to
-things get curioser and curiouser. Third, suddenly Moslem separatists
( the
one's who helped get the current government leader elected by staging
inept
terrorist bombing attacks) attack in Kashmir, conveniently providing
a
distraction to the dissatisfied public, in the form of an outside threat:
an old
trick used by fascist governments throughout this century. Fourth,
India
attacks the guerillas and bombs Pakistani border positions, who retaliate
by
moving some troops 2 miles across the border to observational posts
and
returning the fire. Fifth, India blames Pakistan and the conflict
drags on.
A few things bear noting:
the terrorists are from either India or Pakistan or
both:
1.) if from India they have been working with the current Indian government
all along, which indicates that both are dominated by the radical right
acting
in concert to manipulate the Indian subcontinent's political and economic
environment;
2.) if from Pakistan then they are part of the radical right's terrorists
originally recruited, equipped, trained and paid during the Afghanistan
war (see
issues VOL.2 & VOL.20 essay found at the end of NEO-FACIST MAOIST)
who have among other things bombed the U.N. in New York, to help gain
influence with the law enforcement community in Pakistan by coordinating
law
enforcement efforts, organized youth gangs just like the radical right
did
in the United States and Somalia to name just two countries and engaged
in terrorist bombings of an offical building in Pakistan.
Either way the terrorists
are under the control of the American Radical Right!
And, another war is being waged in the pursuit of their factional interests
just
as was the case in Iraq and Kosovo (see issue VOL.2 essay, WHITHER
IT COMES, WHENCE IT GOES). So rumor says.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!