The Collapse

[pan]

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

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[waldopaper]

Hey EM... whyizzit yer the Mouse now? Was it the "running down the clock" line? Oh dear... I'm the regular fucking bluebird of happiness these days...

Disability DENIED. I read the rules carefully before I started with all this bullshit... even queried the bureaucrats. It plainly said "the type of work that you do." Whoops- wrong. "Substantial work" could be a part-time job opening a door at War-Mart. All savings gone. Getting harassed by "creditors" for shit I never bought/ used. Credit card harassment... I haven't had a credit card for three fucking years. I'm hosed. So are most of us. Dandelion Salad.

But wait... not if you can PROFIT from the Police State... or World Hunger... or sickness or vice... Something slouching toward Bethlehem is trying to be born.
Fuckall... how do these people sleep at night? Oh. They don't.

As Baker writes, apocalypse is simply a Greek word meaning, “the lifting of the veil.” These are the birth pains. At present the "other side's" winning... and this is a test of faith... no more/ less... especially for those of us who caught the advanced preview. I simply don't know how to address the "profit from misery" folk... and you don't have to travel to Birkenau to know some people will do anything. Well... fuck that. We gotta be the night light. While it sure is hard to see through all the batso-fuck nuts crappola this time of year... The Magnificat is what this is all about... and I AM keeping Christmas just like morning-after Ebenezer motherfucking Scrooge. Know why? Because I'm not the man I was.

It was in 1991 during Gulf War I... I had my own business... I was King fucking Shit of Turd Mountain, I was sipping a single-malt scotch in some fucking fern-bar "networking" and nattering with some other Yupoid about the events of the day. "But the President says," he queried, "that this isn't about oil."

"Oh," I laughed, "...that's just what they have to tell the stupid people." That's right. I really said that. Saul-on-the-road moment. I heard myself say that... and thought: my god. What' has fucking happened to me? What have I become? The stupid people. Like Glen from my High School home room... who I passed at the induction physical in 1968 because I knew how to get out of the army and he didn't. Glen was killed at Hue. I found his name on "the wall" over 30 years later. The stupid people. The "little things." I wept my fucking guts out. I weep to this day.

And by the way, I think the "Apostle Paul" was a fucking asshole. He knew an "emerging enterprise" when he saw one. He managed the "church business." I doubt his Damascus road incident ever happened. But it happened to me. And it aint over yet. Maybe nothing will ever come out of it except to "die in silence and despair." I have fought and failed all my life. It is my Karma... I must accept it. HOWEVER... the "message" is our legacy... and here it is:

Es ist ein Ros entsprungen,

We are not alone. We must find the others. There is a "reality based community" all over the green world behind the mirror world. The message is that you gotta do what's right in your heart... no matter how much the world kicks your ass for doing so... and it assuredly will. We have to spread it around... practice it... pass it on. Bo... EM... pan... curt... robin... Merry Christmas, you assholes!

I love you.

[waldopaper]

Und Jan! Dir auch!

[BO]

I love you too, man.

From what I've read, the majority of folks get turned own on their first try at getting on the dole. Then I think it's about two thirds of the those who get approved after they appeal. Don't give up yet.

And yeah, the masses are asses. No doubt about it. On any given day, I could probably tell 10 stories about my encounters with stupid, greedy, self-centered, sociopathic, delusional american-os. Then again, every once in awhile I'll run into someone who doesn't fit the mold and I'll think...'How'd that one slip through?'

You're one in a million, Waldo. So, are the rest of you schmucks. Merry solstice to you all.

Next year is going to be very, very interesting.

[pan]

I love you too. RBC is, like my studio, the place where I can be with real people. And, being real, we are a threat just by being.

It seems like we are all losers "if you're so smart, why ain't you rich". God, Waldo, my wife doesn't know you but she is pissed off about you being denied disability. She knows integrity and knows how hard it is to keep it intact. Me, I strangely find some solace knowing that there are others who are fighting to maintain what is best about being human.

Diogenes goes searching with his lamp in broad daylight. He didn't have the internet then.

[Mouse]

Greetings, friends. Very interesting reading, thank you for such splendid links again, haven't finished but bedtimes.
Nevertheless I must pause a moment to mousify http://www.afterdowningstreet.org/?q=node/29535 and its so easy to export people from the UK to the USA these days in obedience to American law, there is no need to provide evidence of the crime of which a suspect is accused.
And that ought to get people over here slightly more excited about the situation. But alas they are running around so fast that they zip by ......bzzzzzzz.

By the by, this coffee free state is beneficial to the trains of thought and the moods, mellowing out marvellously....

Happy Times my dears. Squeak. Squeak.

[curt]

Listen up, you asswipes........'tis the season fer some under the skin reason...

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I don't Ctrl-C & Ctrl-V this kinda shit fer just any Body, ya know ?!

Just a few weeks ago, I realized I have a severe case of tinnitus. If somebody could just please turn the buzzing off for Christ's sake !

The Bells

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
From John H. Ingram, ed., The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe (1890)


I.

Hear the sledges with the bells--
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In their icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.


II.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden-notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!


III.

Hear the loud alarum bells--
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now--now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells--
Of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!


IV.

Hear the tolling of the bells--
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people--ah, the people--
They that dwell up in the steeple.
All alone,
And who toiling, toiling, toiling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone--
They are neither man nor woman--
They are neither brute nor human--
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells--
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.






But wait............there's more ! Sorry, I oops and deleted it. Another reason to return.

[pan]

Court rules that Guantanamo prisoners are "not persons"

[pan]

A list of dual Israel-U.S. citizens in the Bush Administration.

Hmmm, I wonder if I had posted this at the S.C., how long it would take for someone to call me an anti-semite or a holocaust -denier......

Meanwhile, Paul, Kuchinich and Gravel are the only presidential candidates without AIPAC blessings. I guess it is just coincidence that NBC has just reneged on its invitation to Kuchinich to participate in the Nevada debate.

And, go figure, in the N.H. precincts that were hand-counted the votes lined up with the polls but were reversed in precincts counted by Diebold....

[BO]

From the 'Jews we'd like to gas' files: Greenspan now benefits from the mess he created....

Greenspan's Masterful Timing

...and his protege of course, is following the same path. Another Jew... 'Helicopter Ben' Bernanke.

I dunno. Do jews have a special banking gene that makes 'em more qualified to run our economy into the ground?

Oh, that's right...we're not suppose to have noticed.

[pan]

Yow! there's a sentence that is strictly not politically correct: "Jews we'd like to gas". Expect angry responses, much like what followed when I used the n-word on the first RBC site when paraphrasing Belafonte's paraphrasing of Malcom X to describe Powell as a house negro.

Of course "Christian" Europe set that up by not allowing Jews to own any real estate and strictly enforcing usury laws on christians -leaving the financial industry as the only real profession besides tinker, tailor or entertainer open to the jews and making banking unavailable for gentiles.

[BO]

I just calls 'em like I sees 'em.

Truth is: every race has undeniable defining qualities. Sure, the gassing comment is not something I would say in mixed company, but I know you guys know me well enough to know I would never advocate gassing all jews. Just a select few.

And yeah, there're a few blacks I wouldn't mind seeing hung. As well as a few whites. So what. Evil abides by no race delineations that I know of. What motivates me is justice. Amoral assholes should be dealt with whether they be bankers or presidents.

Although, eliminating ALL republicans might not be a bad idea.

[curt]

I aint shocked by that at all just like I aint shocked by Hessia's Minister pResident Roland Koch's latest statements ....and I sure as hell aint comparing our Bo man with that supreme asswipe. Radical times demand radical statements etc. As for Jews, I don't wanna know the whole truth. Bad enough that my lawyer chum is a Jew. That didn't bother us when we were kids. I wonder how we'll get along this summer when we meet up for a big-assed pow-wow down between the Rezs.

links which elaborate on the above...

http://www.blackcommentator.com/cartoons.html (Lara sent me. Way cool! Has nada to do with the above, ha!)

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/14/world/europe/14germany.html (on Roland Asswipe Supreme Koch)

http://www.epa.gov/region09/air/maps/az_tribe.html (between the Rezs......used to live there)

the end (not)

p.s. real tiny so keep it to yerselfs........booked my flight today. Now I gotta get used to the idea. Afraid to elaborate on that subject jist now. Flyin in to what was imho a police state back in the 70s. No gun, no voice. Theyz buildin prisons jist fer the money ! Fillin em up with meez and yooz fer bein cross-eyed and fegettin turn signals -n- shit.