december 2004
"the war the world woke up in"
by zen destinyİ December 02, 2004
(zen.destiny@sbcglobal.net)
the presidency is a reward for a lifetime of prostitution to the power structures.
like weak-willed amoebas swimming around rented cardboard cutout leaders, we clamor and cry on cue as they tune our control panel by force feeding us concepts and images that cattle-chute our minds to rushed conditioning. the perceptual facades shift and sway with our reflection as the controllers gauge the depth of our slumber. our lives have been reduced to a made-for-tv movie. the actors from all sides promenade across our consciousness flashing stale dehydrated symbols, spouting blurbs and bites to play off whatever fear or insecurity or hope or hate which will elicit the desired pavlovian response. they hide behind a centrist bush waiting to see which direction the sleepwalking giant will go so they can run to the front and pretend they re leading. their vaudevillian dance, like some greek tragedy, only serves to divert our attention from the real puppeteers. our dilated semi-catatonic receptors, pinned open by our propensity towards boredom in reaction to the over-stimulation of the junk culture, yields to the flood of imagery rushing in unfiltered unchecked unbalanced like viral computer code poisoning our inner metaphoric mass mindscape. hypnotized, we view the unfolding drama of our lives, while sitting silent, waiting for someone to pass the popcorn.
the people responsible for our security have become the source of our insecurity. while fomenting global dissent at an exponential rate, the brutal raw colonial mindless greedy arrogant aggression which our government has become, lies transparent before us, grasping and clawing for a footing in it s self-made power-laden money-laced quicksand, consuming itself before our very eyes. its terrible lashing about, begging us to ride it s back as the only path of salvation, is merely its desperately disguised death throes. with emotional jags feeding the fear-based realities, the trigger-pullers push to opt a side to seek to slaughter, continually feeding the schism, playing all sides against each other over all our dead bodies. their thrones are made of our bones.
there will never be a military solution to world peace. like shallow saviors from a war-torn cartoon, the bloody beast proliferates itself to create the destabilized climate of chaos that it uses to justify its continued existence. all soldiers are killing for concepts, thrust in roles, conditioned to slay, striving to render for symbols, fighting for industrialists and banks. the military s bombing for self-esteem program would have us believe that our bombs represent a way of life. they're nice bombs, so they must be ours. i mean, they are fucking humanitarian bombs. mom, apple pie and death served on a platter. our bombs say, be like us or we kill you. except being like us now means arbitrarily killing anyone who stands in the way of complete global corporate oligarchy. as this multi-national multi-death corporate mercenary madness runs amok, our military ruthlessly oppresses the world for a corporate cash cabal that hovers ominously above us and festers in the bowels of america like parasitic vampires. our government is a rotting corpse and its brutal misuse of power casts forth the vile odor of injustice, from sea to shining sea. we have historically abused the use of force to overthrow legitimate governments or entitles who threaten the onslaught of economic incursion as yet another cia constructed demented tyrant pushes buttons dealing death from their not-so-sterile ivory towers. hell, the cia is al qaeda and we are the terrorists. they get away with it because ignorance is a weapon of mass destruction. we re strong-arming the weak to enforce corporate exploitation. we impoverish nation after nation leaving them nothing but bloodshed horror anger hatred resentment death and massive debt. debt to the very institutions who have knowingly, with forethought and contemptible malice, wrecked havoc on the peoples of the world just to satisfy their insatiable lust for power. that s whom we kill for. that s what we stand for. generation after generation, we are one hand of the force that binds the masses to the yoke of servitude. we have flooded the world with weapons and for that, we must hold our heads in shame and weep for the innocent who have died in our name. a moment of silence.
choking on the moral imperative, the unelected racist right wing militant religious fundamentalist fanatics who have seized power in a coup d etat wage their holy war with blatant indifference for our security. they war for cultural homogenization. they justify their deliberate genocide against people of arab descent by citing global islamic tensions that they actually created with their arrogant imperialist aggression. all roads lead to palestine. all roads lead to palestine. nowhere does the hypocrisy run deeper than with our unequivocal support of that anglo outpost, israel, the epitome of tyranny. we won t really understand islamic perspective until we see our children shot down while throwing rocks at tanks and watch them bleed to death in our arms because the ambulance was purposely stopped three blocks away. until we see astronomical infant mortality rates and no medicines. until we hold our shivering and shaking children in the dark, night after night, while the cluster bombs fall all around. until we see thousands of hungry refugees streaming along our highways to nowhere. until someone places sanctions on us and thousands die from diarrhea just because someone somewhere wants to spend great fortunes to destroy our water system because they re pretending they don t like us so they can justify the theft of our resources. we won t understand their plight until we see our families murdered for no damn good reason. which is why we seem continually in an ideological struggle with people who have nothing to lose and simply want us to feel their pain. A pain that we are, in great measure, responsible for.
my roadmap? zero aid to israel. zero. none. nada. nothing. until they leave. it s time to establish New Jerusalem. ask the people of the world which country will be willing to give up a sizable chuck of its nation in exchange for the gnp that israel represents. watch, there will be several countries willing to trade off a large part of their land for a return to prosperity. let israel live in peace. in a place where they re wanted. in a place where they can wash the blood off their hands by a cool stream and take a deep sigh and reflect on the future. a place where they can return to their spiritual principles. a place where their children can be safe. A place to let the dead rest in peace.
unlike faith and fear, freedom and security are not diametrically opposed. they don t reside on some symbolic scale, precariously posed in delicate balance. they are not mutually exclusive but exist more in a symbiotic relationship. In truth, the freer we are, the more secure we are. anyone who says we need to surrender a measure of freedom to be more secure, is a thief who s come to shackle us by trying to steal our most precious treasure, in broad daylight.
our greatest danger lies in not thinking for ourselves. in surrendering mental spontaneity, we suffer the burden of the abdication of our natural internal guidance systems. that sense renunciation is like pouring formaldehyde over our thought processes to preserve our mind for burial. conditioned loops dull the divine connection.
freedom is an invisible treatise with ourselves. it s pillars are the fundamental principles of law, those bastions of discernment which keep a vigilant watch within the constitutional fortress. it s might is measured in rights of privacy, due process, unhindered movement, the ability to speak our truths and the basic fairness given human dignity.
these are dark days in the halls of freedom. while dismantled the very freedoms and liberties they have sworn to protect, the Unconstitutionalist s, led by that nazi bitch john ashcroft, are conducting the most unprecedented abrogation of civil liberties since our constitution s conception. they are butchering the bill of rights. with a frightening mask, they are trying to snuff out the very essence of the constitution. the constitution that was written to protect us from men such as they. it is not without deep reflection that i submit that these actions constitute treason. they should be impeached and then tried for treason for crimes against the constitution and it s peoples, for endangering our security for corporate interests, for war crimes, but most importantly, for seeking to enslave us via this domestic descent into fascism by assailing our most precious principles. they have tried to scare us into slitting our own throat. but they miscalculated. they miscalculated because the sound of the shackles will always wake the hearts of free men and women. their privileged status has made them forget that freedom resonates in us. it s an undeniable force. it s like love. it will always win. we need only stand together to speak our truths. we will not be afraid. we will not be intimidated. its time for america to look in the mirror. we dont need therapy. we just need willingness. be proud to be an american who s willing to stand up and speak out against the tyranny of our government. it s how we make things right again. somehow, we re more human after a fall. perhaps, we just need a little humility. our species is resurrecting itself. maybe, we re whats left after sifting ourselves from the ashes.
a solution if i may. starve the beast. consume less. detach from the banking system whenever possible. we are the lifeblood of the machine. the places we choose not to flow into, will dry up. barter and trade more. use money less. boycott multi-death corporations and all their subsidiaries. wield the economic sword. support small businesses.
oh yes, and you also have to want your freedom bad enough to be willing be committed to take the streets without permission without permits without consent to drums cries deep sighs extravagant chants raging lunatic magnificent rants the roar the thunder the people united rising up standing up fighting back fists raised defiantly in the air. our ten ton nuts dragging the ground as we scream out our disgust our disagreement our resolve our refusal to relinquish our eternal vow to attain freedom justice consecrated righteousness understanding acceptance peace for all oppressed peoples everywhere anywhere regardless of the cost to our personal private public selves.
this transparent fabricated war along with that unamerican usa patriot act is the litmus test for us to determine who is worthy to lead. it allows us to see who is breaking weak and being a follower and cowing down to the oppressors during our darkest hour. the world s changing and so is our leadership. we will not be denied. we are the new breed. unapologetic resolute determined.
it s that time. it s our time. for this i know... the moment has arrived, because patiently we have waited, thirsting for our breath of new day. we stand at the precipice, prepared for flight.
we re only as free as we allow each other to be.
to the day of no sides.
zen destinyİ December 02, 2004
(zen.destiny@sbcglobal.net)
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