The Collapse

[pan]

OK, I'm an idiot - how do you upload video?

Watch this

[waldopaper]

"Punative measures hastily crafted in reaction to short term market fluctuations may have unintended consequences, including disincentives for innovation in domestic projects."

If I had my way in this wicked world, everybody who talked like this would be shot. Or be turned loose in the projects with a c-note super-glued to their forehead. Same difference. Did you peep the link in the comments section of GasHole: http://tinyurl.com/6mlb5f. ? Fucking cold fusion. Oh yeah... and the other day on 60 minutes: some bloke (with no degree) invented what may bloody well be a cure for cancer. falls between the cracks in the Britanny Obama Hillary dreedle celebrity sell-papers krap.

At the end of Bo's article there's a really good Euro- USAn post-counterpost. Hard to read this article because i quit talking about "money" over 30 years ago... and now i dont even like reading/ thinking about it. money is shit. talking about money is like talking about turds. blunts or pointys? floaters or sinkers? any corn or peas? and the "Your finances" booyah... how do you get from no. 4 spray diarrhea to a healthy floater or sinker? wow. like i wanna think about that.

it has turned the art of gourmet into how much of what to you gotta eat to make the biggest pile of shit. because hey- we are all "consumers:" eating and pooping machines. now that the rich fatties have discovered there are plenty of people globally who will gladly lick their ass for a nickel a year... WELL... that makes "the rest of us" just a buncha fuckin usless eaters... because our poop's WAY too "expensive." the poor benighted nignogs will be more than happy to make poop from licking fattie buttholes. they never even HEARD of crepe Suzette.

Meanwhile... the bullet-head faction is dressing up for imaginary street-level massive beat-downs. "Crowd control." Meanwhile... minor blips... cold fusion- cure for cancer... whatever. How high is my turd-pile? Guess what...

The fatties have stopped measuring.

[BO]

Interesting response given this is a reality-based forum.

The 'money is shit' analogy might work if you think about all the shit sandwiches your government is feeding you--which is really the point.

You want to know where this country/world is headed? Follow the money. If you want to do damage to your enemy, attack him where it hurts most-- the pocketbook.

You can't wage a war against an enemy that would gladly chain you with indebtedness without discussing economics. Economics is everything! Economic tyranny is the most common form of tyranny.

Globalism is just another name for it. And its knocking on your door--whether you want to look at it or not.

[pan]

The only way that will happen is if we went back to a nomadic culture where the accumulation of extra, non-utilitarian objects gets in the way of mobility.

Agri-culture is based in the ability to store the harvest. These banks of grain allow for/demand immobility of large masses of people densely packed into small areas. Agrarian culture leads directly to hording culture which leads to the inflation of value placed upon having more stuff than your neighbors.

Hunter/gatherers had a good life - usually working no more than 4 hours per day. The shared aspect of the hunt oftentimes led to a more communitarian approach.

After the fall - especially if there is a massive die-off - there will be several different methods employed to subsist but eventually a model that is based very much in the same market/hording/imperialistic one we have now will prevail because it is very difficult to defend against people whose whole being is defined by domination when one's own identity is based in other things.

[littleoldme]

It's gonna be kinda hard to be a hunter gatherer since most species will be extinct.

[Mouse]

It passes

perspectives, various and fluctuating as one moves and lives, return

you find a little thing of beauty, an ear, a sky, a loving thought,
and all the air rushes back in
bringing the scent of the honeysuckle,
the buzz of the bee....

the one surviving bee....

Just a joke

That perspicacious remark of littleoldme's does somewhat illuminate the importance of each one of us caring for everything within our ambit as best and honourably we may,
with regard to the needs of our descendant's descendants.

That mustn't be theory, it needs doing now and every succeeding minute by us all.
If greed, environmental and social destruction and warmongering were criminalised, as they should be immediately, we might have a chance.

Imagine a new set of laws put in place by a new level of social representation. Something truly concerned for the wellbeing of ordinary and extraordinary people and other living beings everywhere.

I have a theory that the people needed to answer the challenge of the times are already all about us, disguised as themselves.

Imagine those gangsta boys waking up and finding their true skills, delighting in a real sense of purpose, to meet a greater challenge than any hero ever faced.

And money, the ugliest mistake, let it go forever.

[pan]

The Traveling Folk have always been regarded with suspicion and distrust by the Owner Class. The gypsies, the Romani, tailor, tinker, troubadour carried their houses with them in caravans - living in the liminal spaces on the edge of "civilized society" based in feudal relationships.

The patriarchal feudal agri-culture organized religion and banished the shepherd with the Mark of Cain to forever roam, the "killers of Christ" weren't allowed real estate in an attempt to exclude the travelers from the power of ownership.

But it is in the liminal spaces where magic happens. The Quest is On the Road where the Beat generation finds visions of a reality based reality. Even when we strive for stability we yearn for the Road - this is why I cannot bring myself to sell the duct taped '75 Westphalia and Waldo mourns his last journey on his Russian Time Machine. The Road is where the real power of visions is.

Damn - I need to go backpacking - its been too many years since I have been stuck in the Studio.

[BO]

I feel ya. There are times when I'd really like to get rid of everything and just take off--with no plan other than to discover life.

Best time in my life when I was a pre-child boardhead traveling around the great NW looking for wind in my '77 VW bus.

[littleoldme]

I love to live in a time when you know your neighbor, when your skills are needed.
I like to camp, can't do the sleepin' on the ground in a sleeping bag to much any more, but am quite happy just sittin' around a fire, having quiet time. Haven't been in years, lookin' forward to going this summer, maybe.

[Mouse]

I moved 7 times in the first 3 years of life, in Scotland, Ireland and England, spending some time in a caravan for lack of anything else. My father was a young airman in mountain rescue, not often there, but close-knit with my mother and brother, living all at a faster speed so I seldom knew where we were going. I am glad to stay still.

My dog-dug carpet is held together by duct tape that needs replacing, and I never did hem the curtains when I made them 15 years ago.

The liminal space where magic happens, that Pan speaks of, I find it here on the back doorstep looking out, and the front doorstep that is so hard to pass,
and here in this chair reading your words, talking to you, a threshold.

I suspect that the domestic is the far country hazed in blue, misty.
The unattainable peace, golden with understanding.
And I am glad to have said less and looked longer
drinking moment by moment the everyday,
the singing clock, smoke rising from the plucked flame at daybreak.

Twice I lived on a hill above a real baker's shop, three years in Nicosia and eight years in London. Can you imagine the aroma at dawn?

Like Eric, I feel naive. I know that I am foolish and ignorant. But I trust my common sense more than I trust the expertise of the experienced fools who are driving this dear world to perdition.

Enough is enough I find. Enough is truly as good as a feast, and frequently much better.

[littleoldme]

I know that smell, bread baking is the hubbies favorite passtime. Home made bread is, I don't know.........homey.

[BO]

They were a pretty good group too. (Bread that is)

[littleoldme]

yes they were and are.