A Sunday Morning Rant

Good morn­ing newslet­ter sub­scribers. Feel free to delete this willy-nilly as my mood is at present acer­bic and this com­mu­niqué’ will con­vey such. The impe­tus for this dia­tribe stems from my watch­ing news spewed by the corporate-controlled media. There are peo­ple car­ry­ing signs, com­plain­ing, whin­ing, plead­ing; as well as busi­nesses whor­ing them­selves by seduc­ing the rab­ble to engage gov­ern­ment stim­u­lus pro­grams. A panoramic obser­va­tion of the masses speaks to a con­di­tion rife with igno­rance, fear, apa­thy, and greed.

Am I paint­ing with a broad brush? I will say that I am paint­ing with a spray gun. I mean no attack on any­one per­son­ally; I am mak­ing a gen­eral obser­va­tion. If the abase­ment fits, wear it.

Swine flu. The hyper­bole and pro­pa­ganda ooz­ing from the media and gov­ern­ment trum­pets the com­ing of the viral boogey­man. A vac­cine is being hastily devel­oped for which the phar­ma­ceu­ti­cal indus­try will be legally indem­ni­fied for any harm to you result­ing from accept­ing the poi­son into your veins. Do you think the powers-that-be value your life? Do you believe that your well­ness or hap­pi­ness is any of their con­cern? You are guinea pigs, chat­tel, drones, fools. What­ever result fol­lows your irra­tional actions is your fault. They will say you should have known bet­ter, but you were gov­erned by fear. Maybe you would be bet­ter off dead. Take the vac­cine. I will take my chances and rely upon my body’s defenses and nature’s reme­dies. If it is my fate to suc­cumb to the plague, then so be it. I will not vol­un­tar­ily intro­duce poi­son into my body which may afford no pro­tec­tion, and which may also has­ten a painful demise. I will even posit that this flu orig­i­nated in a lab­o­ra­tory, and planned for the thin­ning of the herd.

Gov­ern­ment bailouts. I could take the disin­gen­u­ous approach that the gov­ern­ment is wast­ing your tax dol­lars on res­cu­ing pri­vate enter­prise, but to be hon­est, the tax dol­lars are not yours. There is not now, nor has there been for some time, any money. You toil for debt. You are in debt. You will die in debt. Your chil­dren will be born into debt. Fed­eral reserve notes, the “cur­rency” of the United States, are worth­less script. They have no value other than what oth­ers are will­ing to assign to them; what they are will­ing to work for. The bailouts are noth­ing but a way to leg­is­late the con­fis­ca­tion of busi­ness through the expan­sion of the debt. The mar­ket is not free. The game has been rigged and con­trolled for some time by reg­u­la­tion and monop­o­liza­tion. You did not bail out any­body. The debt which tar­nishes us all has been expanded for the pur­pose of bring­ing under the penum­bra of the “exclu­sive leg­isla­tive juris­dic­tion of Con­gress” the means of pro­duc­tion and indus­try, ala social­ism. Wel­come, Com­rade. Feed at the trough and sati­ate your greed.

Reli­gion, Chris­tian­ity, God. I don’t know what to say with­out alien­at­ing or anger­ing some of you, but I will say this; the God I see mar­keted by many churches and reli­gions appears to be a God of fools, igno­ra­mus’, tyrants, and hyp­ocrites. If such a God exists I would rather be an Athe­ist. I refuse to believe in such a God. So many peo­ple hide behind their reli­gion as an excuse for being “imper­fect”. It gives them license to fail and fal­ter, for they will be for­given; even though their spir­i­tual and moral infir­mi­ties are self-imposed. A greater reward awaits when this life ends. A reward for what? What do peo­ple reap for hav­ing suc­cumbed to the oppres­sion of other men, regard­less of how palat­able or ben­e­fi­cial that oppres­sion may be? How can any­one sup­port war, yet assail abor­tion? How can any­one claim to be a child of God, yet serve the State? How can any­one believe in sal­va­tion, yet trem­ble in fear of evil men? Your churches are gov­ern­ment con­trolled. Your preach­ers spew lies and vit­riol. They deceive and dis­sem­ble. Their tongues are tied by preclu­sions from their churches being legal enti­ties born from IRS reg­u­la­tions at 501©(3) tax exempt sta­tus. You wor­ship the gov­ern­ment because you pray in the house of Uncle Sam. Your preach­ers will not speak ill of gov­ern­ment evil, war, revolt, dis­obe­di­ence; all of those things your Sav­ior pre­sum­ably advo­cated and died for. Jesus died for noth­ing. And so will you.

Cul­ture. What a cesspool. Not by inher­ent attrib­utes, but by choice. Peo­ple are enam­ored with aspi­ra­tions of being dregs and buf­foons. They are vio­lent, greedy, mate­ri­al­is­tic, and sloth­ful. They are the prod­ucts of their lack of respon­si­bil­ity to their own lives. I am not my brother’s keeper. I refuse to put upon my back any capa­ble being. I can­not sup­plant their lack of will with my own. My labor is not meant to sus­tain their lethargy. I will grasp the out­stretched hand of the man who loses his foot­ing while trudg­ing up the same hill as I. I will take into my arms the indi­vid­ual whose legs have been worn to inac­tion by years of toil and suf­fer­ing. I will not place myself between a despot and his con­script; but I will stand side-by-side with the man who bat­tles the tyrant. The end is loom­ing for many who have accepted a life gov­erned by vic­ar­i­ous­ness, voyeurism, and dis­en­gage­ment. When required to sum­mon your wits for sur­vival will you con­sult real­ity tele­vi­sion, or will you invoke life expe­ri­ences which afford more than how to be a com­pli­ant drone to the State or your mate­ri­al­is­tic hedonism?

Myself. I do not know what the future holds. I do believe the future is a restate­ment of the past with the oppor­tu­nity to change accord­ing to the dic­tates of the present. We are doomed to the fate of pre­vi­ous gen­er­a­tions. If this is my first life, which I doubt, then I have but one chance to make my end­ing one which I can rest easy about. If this life is but another cycle in my evo­lu­tion then I have a duty to learn from the past and to not err the same.

The world is per­fect. Man is per­fect. Per­fect in the sense that every­thing duti­fully con­forms to the laws of nature. Man, how­ever, pos­sess­ing free-will, chooses to under­stand his exis­tence or ignore it. The knowl­edge acquired through exam­i­na­tion may prove dis­con­cert­ing and uncom­fort­able. Igno­rance and dis­trac­tion afford more com­fort. I have come to under­stand that man cre­ates his real­ity. I know of man’s capac­ity for evil; as well as his capac­ity for good. I have made my choice. My task is to main­tain my prin­ci­ples despite the pres­sure from oth­ers to suc­cumb to their arti­fices; and their attempts to seduce me to aban­don my prin­ci­ples for tem­po­rary plea­sures crafted by man. Look around you. If man pos­sesses the answers to the ques­tions of the world, and we are liv­ing under those answers, why do we suf­fer so? Why have the afflic­tions of life been enhanced by those man­u­fac­tured through indus­try and gov­ern­ment? We poi­son our bod­ies and divorce our rea­son, and cre­ate the real­ity of suf­fer­ing and fear we cling so tena­ciously to. Let it all go. You will arrive at the ulti­mate des­ti­na­tion sooner or later.