I feel like I’ve done a real good job lately of staying mostly focused on things that actually matter. What is Fam; do I have one? How can I apprehend consciousness directly or ‘transcend’ toward it?
But now it’s time to sweep the floor of some junk that collects like cat hair in loose clumps.
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In Silver, on Saturday ten days ago, we drove by the park and it was shockingly full of a rally built around the theme of No Kings.
Good fer ya’ll and all. I passed out honks and thumbsups in general solidarity with the concept and related concepts (one guy had a No Genocides sign).
But I don’t care with any fire about ‘No Kings’, because, dammit, I thought that was the problem democracy and the Revolution 250 years ago was supposed to have solved. WTF?
The focus is just too narrow to get excited about.
If you wanted me on board for real, you could’ve called your movement No Rulers.
That is a real and timely problem …
but I get it. You can’t call it that, for marketing purposes, because …
No Rulers = Anarchy Now …
and very few safe normal well-heeled or low-heeled proles or PMCs are gonna jump on board with that shit; with: “chaos” or whatever they witlessly think anarchy is.
Even if it is their only help of true political salvation.
Which it is.
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Today, nine/ten days later, in the midst of hell about taxes and what to do about cats, I got my money for the month and I drove to the store. That means, typically, at this time of day, poisoning myself with a mile’s worth of the NPR.
What I heard was a fluffy little piece about how we can all save some cents on gasoline in these inflationary times by directing our attention to almost irrelevant minutiae.
Make sure your tires are fully and properly inflated, kids! (Inflated, get it?)
If you’re running around with a cargo rack and not using it, take it off!
Yeah.
Why would such a thing plunge me into jaded feelings and lead me to angrily turning off the stupid radio?
Cuz:
No mention was made of WHY gas prices are up 1.50 a gallon, which is in no way going to be covered by any amount of tire checking or luggage racking. It’s an illegal and immoral war of choice. Bombed-apart baby girls being put in mass graves. Boots on the ground to rescue some Colonel who got his ass shot up on exactly such a bombing raid, and Oh God We Are So Grateful That He’s OKAY!
Seriously
Seriously, fuck you people.
And … more importantly …
No mention of how Deciding to run our entire lives and world on that evil black gold in the first place hurts every one of us every day, and Gaea too, and little brown dead girls too.
Narrowness of focus. Ubiquitous preoccupation with the trivial and the meaningless (here’s looking at you, ice cream for breakfast day)..
That’s why I’m pissed off all the time.
That’s why you think what I’m dishing is just so very negative, and depressing.
I’m real sorry about that.
I’m even sorrier that you’re not just as pissed as I am.
That you’re very happy picking apart and dismissing my flawed and maybe dumb approaches to a better way of anything
While spending very little time* even thinking about serious ones of your own.
Maybe someone in Monaco has one. Check for me, while you’re there, wouldja?
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* “Very little time” … as far as I know. Very little time, so far as I hear. Apologies for the quite real though slight overstatement, and vaya con su Diosa.