The Curtain is almost come...I would not press so boldly about a matter I did not consider of the utmost, (bells ringing, sirens sounding, lights flashing), importance. So…….Plaintive Question asked, and so proudly answered…..Journalists,or ‘carnival’ barkers?.... (interesting word we choose, ‘carnival’, the paradeof mindless human ‘meat’, in whose juices the Human Spirit yet stews). And I have my answer….”Step right up, folks”, barketh ourgood citizen Mr. Queally, “get yer Common Dreams right here…Hurry…. whilesupplies last…..Free bottle’a snake oil with every subscription….. bring a’dolla’…bring a dime….step right up….these common dreams are so special thatthey won’t last long”Thank you, Mr. Queally….you’ve made things quite clearenough….Thanks for coming…. Thus my “gambit”, this slice of what we called “guerillatheater” in the 60s, has, (for the moment), just about run its course…..(mercifullysome will no doubt say….LOL….)…… And I can go back to the shadows…(yea right....there's always a price to pay...)…where I havelurked for so long….to study this riddle more…..There IS an answer….I will findit….(No, mountain monkey, how stupid are you? YOU will find NOTHING…….”WE” willfind it….Remember your Plutarch….”When you come to satisfy your commission, youdo not say ‘I’ have come…….you say “WE” have come”…..)… Yea….well…Plutarch needs to work some on his sentencestructure…And this dumb old silverback will remain at his promontory station, hunchedforward, brow primordially furrowed, toes gripping the Earth in desperatedetermination, jaw clenched in consternation…..every sinew tight with awarrior’s readiness, while the big stupid brute beast still just cannot figureit all out….. Does not each man sit on his own ‘throne’? (I heard somerumors that women-folk do to)……..(Prunes are effective, if any have aproblem…me?....you could set yer watch….)…Is that not the image, ‘Le Penseur’, goodcitizen Rodin shows us?..... the ‘odd duck’ nephew, Augustus, sitting on hismost cherished ‘throne’, (the shiny cast bronze long gone to its copper green) ….
The dumb old silverback….The ole ‘papa’…..(not just mychildren called me that….my friend Thaddeus always did as well….), determinedthat somehow I can find a way to keep my family safe…so that my younggrandchildren can dream, and grow to make their ‘common dreams’ come true…… There are some reading this whom I think may be destined torise to positions of GREAT responsibility….When they do, I am confident thatthey will comport themselves with all the honor and dignity that we can alreadysee are as important to them as breathing….. They are true American patriots,and I believe that when ‘the time’ comes, they will answer their bleedingnation’s call. There are people reading this who dwell in other lands.Russia, China, Europe, India…and many of my African friends, (most of them fromKenya). Some dwell in the South….the descendants of the Maya, the Aztek...and theInca….great civilizations, their native blood now “Mestizo”, mixed with those people of dark,mysterious Moorish Spain…Descended from Hannibal…..(Othello?)……and his steel-hard Moorish warriors... ….from the Phoenicians, and the other people to the east whowere not afraid of the sea…aye….but also from the south, up the Nile Valley, fromthe deepest heart, flowed the blood of the Mother Race….the Human Race……andthat dark blood met blue eyes in Rome… Aye….but poor Curio met his fate at the hands of Juba……Howfast did those Numidians ride?…How flashed their sharp metal?... Many of the people sitting in foreign lands as they readthis are brilliant intellectuals, who share my compulsion to unravel thisGordian tangle……Addressing them: ….I included you in this tedious ‘exercise’,this “gambit”, in hopes that you might better understand what we are “upagainst” here, in this land of “purple mountains’ majesty”…..and so manyplains…so heavily fruited…(You know there’s places in Iowa where the rich brownchernozem soils, and/or the black prairie soils, (there’s both, and it’s the samekinda dirt they gots over in Ukraine, where some a’ my folks came from), are 20feet deep? (That’s what the campfire legends say)…. You can dig down that far,three times deeper than the tallest among us, and your shovel would never hit astone, or sand, or clay, just more shovelfuls of rich aromatic living soil…..depositedby this same mighty river….before Tonka (I’d have to check the Sioux legends),ever had even yet dreamt up Humankind. Some folks reading this are settling in at their desks,after one last furtive look in their little round mirror, (winds blow strongthrough the shaded urban canyons, and the trip into their glass walledsanctuary can be hazardous). What should they write about today?….What doBoston Globe readers want to hear?….(and much more important, what does theClown Duke, Mr. Henry, want to make sure all the citizens of Boston hear?….)…. Top to bottom, in and out, the jig is far gone ‘up’…..ALLknow that the Demon Yanqui rules over our nation with his forked tongue, andthunders around the world trying to scare everybody else into submission… But as it becomes ever more obvious that so many are losingtheir fear, the Demon Yanqui’s own fear grows. And THAT, the Demon’s own FEAR, is what most threatens myfamily. (I told all at the outset, Humankind’s problems are spiritual……BadSpirit flies free, casting shadows over every land…. As all bad spirits fly sofreely, Evil Spirit plots its Desire….. The political is ancillary……The Demon is inside EACH ofus……That battle-ground is where our Human fate will be decided….A hopefulfuture for those we love?....With all these dragons flying free?....Or ourfinal doom?.....As seems so likely to cold dispassionate Reason… We cannot even yet face up bravely to do battle with TheDemon, because the insidious plots of smaller demons, very stupid ones, whomThe Demon uses so easily and cunningly, are in our way. Many of us just do NOT yet understand the depths of thisDemon’s cunning……..(Sauron used Saruman so easily, and shed no dragon’s tear whenthe evil White Wizard met his end….(Aye….but another White Wizzard was born…ahhh….fairytales…). It’s the Bolshevik Elitists….. I never really sorted these ‘religious’ ideologues out. Icouldn’t tell ya a ‘trotskyite’ from a raccoon…..The 60s faded into the haze of1970, and these people moved in with insidious intent….Way in the East (I was outin CA)….the hero-children of privilege were making an anti-personnel bomb. Itwas rigged with roofing nails bought at some local hardware store…..The target wasalready chosen….a formal ball of young officers, and their beautiful youngdates, in full bloom….but the hero-children of privilege themselves were blownto meat instead… At that point, I’d seen enough……I went ‘back home’ andstarted hammerin’ them damn nails….Doing my best to take care of my babies…keepthe poop wiped off their butts, and such, and the cold rain off their heads…. Let’s all vow to always remember that these poor ‘kids’ atCommon Dreams are NOT ‘the bad guys’…..they are no more than foolish dupes…Let’s hope they can awakensoon into a higher consciousness….But the stark reality that we must face isthat our “best and brightest” are this easily duped. They stare dutifully at the coloredlight as it flashes, and all the sounds assault them…. NONE of us is immune tothis power….NONE…..Not ONE!.... Only a higher spiritual consciousness will allow us to tune out all these confusions, to identify ourbest options. These young 'Common Dreams' citizens are really good writers….they reallyare….but….but….Have any read this garbage that they pour out every damn day? Itdoes not bear even the slightest resemblance to ‘Journalism’, and only toreality itself by occasional happenstance. These people are as haughtilycontemptuous of truth itself as any worst side could be. This is purepropaganda…..(and not even very artful, at that….geez…if yer gonna writepropaganda, at least try to write GOOD propaganda)… Only fools make an enemy of truth and think they willprosper… The oh-so-clever ‘mask’ these people wear is so completelytransparent that all the “woke folks” see exactly who and what these “best andbrightest” really are, even as they all think they are so smart and clever thatthey are fooling us….(Good citizen Mr. Queally…The wisdom of the ages liesbefore you…A old man taught me…”If you look around the table and can’t see who‘the mark’ is, then you’re it”). “It’s a heckuva thing, man…It’s a heckuva thing”…Thaddeussaid that a lot… How clever, no, more than that…how CUNNING this Demon is…… Young Jake Johnson….Brilliant young writer….spilling withenergy….and he chooses to pour out garbage instead…(It’s a heckuva thing,man….) In the issue that our good citizen Mr. Quealy sends out here,young Jake posts a long but fascinating video to inspire us…..It’s 35 minuteslong, a lot of time to spend, but fascinating lessons pour from it generously…Iwatched the whole thing… The Bolshevik Elitists are clever enough themselves, (theythink), and have decided that preying on the children should be their nextmajor thrust. This shows considerable intelligence, of course….It certainlyshows they are playing the long-term game….or trying to… Why? I don’t know…I could not tell you why, because I cannotbegin to fathom it myself, but these people, as clearly intelligent as they maybe, are yet so massively stupid that they obviously think that as soon as allthe “people of color” are a majority, the Elitist Bolshevik ‘imperators’ (self conceived),will conquer the nation’s 160 million white people……to what?....Rule over themwith vicious dogs?....LOL….Is this more funny or more tragic? The HumanMask…One laughs…one weeps… Surely we all know the feeling of both atonce…..THERE lie our common dreams….our shared human condition…. “Let us focus instead on a more practical, more attainablepeace – based not on a sudden revolution in human nature but on a gradualevolution in human institutions – on a series of concrete actions and effectiveagreements which are in the interest of all concerned. There is no single,simple key to this peace – no grand or magic formula to be adopted by one ortwo powers. Genuine peace must be the product of many nations, the sum of manyacts. It must be dynamic, not static, changing to meet the challenge of eachnew generation. For peace is a process – a way of solving problems” --John Kennedy, American University, amatter of weeks before he was murdered. The best part of this video that good citizen Mr. Johnson setsbefore us (not the one of the child reading, but scroll further down, to theperformance that opens with the oddly strutting young gay peacock), is theirsinging….When these kids lift up their spirits and give them voices, when theysing out their True Spirit, we can FEEL their power….Whew!!...It sure the heck liftedme….(Yea….even old men get goose-bumps)… But who is the young white woman with the butch haircut,(perhaps in her mid-30s?), who is the HS kids’ choir-master, bouncing around infront of them like a high school head cheerleader? Who are all those white people running what must be six cameracrews, expensive equipment, mic-booms and all, in hand? Some a them folks looklike they're well into thirtysomething, (or beyond?).. All the authentic ‘kids’ seem to be either young people ofcolor, or else LBGTQ……. How did the man from Costa Rica get there? Who is he? Wheredid he sleep the night before? Where did he sleep that night? How often does hespeak at rallies? Which rallies?...Where?....Who pays his way?...(He and Butch Haircut hugged warmly on the video)....... Out of maybe 60 people present, (the young ‘Intercept’reporter claims 100, but hey, there’s video…maybe I miscounted). There’s gottabe at least 6 people video-taping….that’s about 10% of the entire ‘crew’… Sunrise Movement…..Nice Logo…..Incorporated….All legalbeagel…Hmm…Them high school kids sure get real busy real fast…eh?... What bank is the money in? Who writes the checks? Who ARE these guys?....(For those who remember what oleButch and Sundance said about the legendary LeFors, once that straw-hatted headwas ‘on the scent’…..) “I don’tknow…..Don’t really care…..Let there be songs to fill the air…” But all a’ them cracker-jack ‘journalists’ over there atCommon Dreams, don’t care neither. “No sniff of a ‘story’ anywhere near here”,saith all the young sherlocks. Thus boweth out the clown….Hat to ground….to bid all ‘Vaya conDios!”…..and away!.....(C’mon….It’s all a cartoon….If we don’t always laugh atourselves, the Demon will use our somber pride against us)…. In this Theater of the Absurd…Where the heavy blades alwaysswing, every which way, on every side…..All are welcome on this stage…If yacan’t ‘dance’ purty good though, ya maybe oughta practice up first. Don’t stickanything you value out too far…The blades are sharper than razors, heavier thana guillotine….. No shit, Sherlock…..stupid mountain monkey….(Sorry....I talk to myselfa lot….) Zwarich Bent Birch Farm |
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