Sunday, December 06, 2009

Brush-strokes, Portraits, And Landscapes Of Sea, Land, And Sky...



The center of the universe? An angry place to be, and ironic it's the only place to get up off your knees. It's there within ones consciousness —still possible to share— that one is loose to "soar and cleave" where others fear to dare.

True — it's likely there without you, that universe you know, plus much, much more your senses miss, as senses miss the show. Though it likely works without you —while you never find that out— then you might as well embrace it, and so look, a bit, about.

You might question your CONVICTIONS, or aspire to test your FAITH. The former loves convenience, and the latter leads to hate. See, faith is not a lapdog to support your party line, and convictions could be sharpened sticks to poke you in the eye.

There's plenty to dissuade you if you think outside the *rules*, and the "systems" of coercion are the shame; you're just the tool.

It won't matter that their *rules* could bear the fruit of all injustice, or their *rule* absolve the holder of their shame. Expect no justice.

The "system's" just a lever that elitists blithely use for a purpose that must benefit the few! Whilst they pump our population ever higher making numbers that must mean much less respect for me and you...

Oh, they HATE the "individual," so they treat her like a witch. A man who's so afflicted is a similar son-of-a-bitch. See... ...and irony's so thick that you could chop it with a knife... but the BEST of ALL ideas come from single persons! Right!

Now, I'll not fault a team that makes "ideas" what they ARE! The difference found between the two's a nova to a star, but consider super novas and remember, FIRST, their seed. It's the STAR that marks her center. It's the "star" that we first need.

True, every meat-bag's not this star, irrelevant if fact. Don't leap to that absurdity, as I'm just not saying that. See?  Culture is a jealous beast that works too hard, it seems, to mark the individual as dismissed to be demeaned. This penalizes poor-folks, and will punish artful geeks. Homely kids must live in fear — unearned shame upon their cheeks.

These kids?  They're shoved around to suit a "crowd" we should decry, and will rise up, on occasion, when their spirits are despised. In our *SCHOOLS* they ARE discounted, and they're slapped around in line, so these might take their guns to class... remember Columbine? These are individuals who are pushed to their extremes... by the haughty —inbred— attitudes of that group that "makes the scene."

These behaviors are encouraged by a process —hand in glove— that demands the mediocrity it promotes from up above!  It's that "bottom half" of fractions they'd inflated, not reduced, and the larger that divisor means the more you're contused. It's a large denominator that they use to damp the breed! It's that large denominator which objectifies their greed!

Too, they pump that NUMERATOR to a number grown so great... individuals are made meaningless and consigned to graceless fate...

See, too damn many artless knobs *pronounce* on you and me. Enraged and therefore outraged, though, we'd leap from callused knees! We're the ones who like our thinking as a process of our own; see, we've been —too blithely— lied to from the "pulpit" and the "throne."

We're the ones without due process. We're the ones DENIED that due. We're misdirected, disrespected, and prefer a larger truth.

I'm at the center of my universe and I'm not surprised to see... a plethora of *centers* who are more or less... like me! And all prefer the base respect that you yourself would have... but denied —to too damn many— for the lawful thoughts we'd had.

We'd make our contribution but we're driven from our herd! We're dismissed from our society. We're discounted and deterred! All most of us had WANTED was a chance to tuck right in, and make our contribution where we saw *it* wearing thin, but based upon convenience of some *bless-ed* non-elected... we must suffer the indifference of our culture's piqued rejection!

It's their willful self-indulgence as they sell us down the river! It's their xenophobic attitudes assumed without a quiver! It's their penchant for discretion that supports their status quo — which is narrow and short sighted, and unjust; I think you know.

It's the lack of toleration that elitists would promote. It's the fascist way they dictate terms they shove right down our throats!

How are we to fare then, friend, where "birds" come home to "roost," and psychopaths presume their will to suck your blood for juice?  How are we at all best served, in reflex arbitration, to legislate morality embracing sick religions. 



I'll write what's writ, written as if to blow a righteous horn from the funnel I am levied, unasked.  Expect no apology, eh?

...Accused of having a rambling style, I assert that my only defense is that  words —to me— are but different color paints. Sentences are brush-strokes, paragraphs are portraits, and pages are the considered landscapes of our experiential sea — the immediate felt presence of the living land and an exciting sky...

If I didn't have decent credentials I wouldn't hang it all out like this INVITING society's favorite-playing track-shoes. Speaking contrarily UP, OUT, and HONESTLY is an occupation filled with uncalled for hazard, sincerely.  Additionally, a loose cannon is a lonely cannon, and all too often a slandered one.  Artless Arty, Richey Red Ridinghood , and one obnoxious little "bastid" from New Zealand know what I mean.  These are the craptastics of an inappropriate reaction to the stress of criticism.

John Ford knows what I'm talking about, too, by way of example. John Ford discovered that the world is infested with soulless serial psychopaths taking great pains to sharpen the archaic spikes on their old-world track-shoes. The grinding stone concerned, in Ford's particular instance, is Ford's obstinately individual backside. Years later Ford STILL rots in prison for a crime, I'd wager, existing only in his accuser's (et al) criminal mind... to facilitate his accuser's documented criminal agenda. 

They hone those smiting shoe spikes to the needle sharpness of a sociopathic shark's tooth... I've discovered personally, as Ford suffers an extreme first hand, but I'm an old soldier and what's an old soldier to do? Fade away?

I don't think so. Not this old soldier.

I was good enough for this country when I was killing people and destroying property and equipment for it as its convenient cannon fodder... I'm good enough NOW to teach its sons and daughters how to be compassionate leaders and critical followers of that which aspires to relevantly reasonable. I would teach them not to suffer tyrants! Or I would have ... likely it's too late for that now...

See?  Arbitrarily and unjustly mash me down "here"... I will only endeavor to pop up over "THERE," just meaner! Our culture never cops to that because it's a culture I suspect the non-elected, only, maintain and facilitate. Anything else hurts their corrosive bottom line.

As example, I was too arbitrarily ash-canned for lawful activities, ethical expressions, and rational positions... I want a righteous chunk of somebody's pecuniary ASS for it! See how it works? I have addressed an ignored grievance, and all I hear are crickets. That's with ALL respect to the crickets I have heard from, but let's not get too worked up by a metaphor. It's the ROACHES to chap my ass.

I was wronged! I want redress! This fault... this injustice... is not mine! Where does this all begin?

I remember high school. Graduating in 1967 I was too close to the forest to grasp the contrived enormity of some very suspicious trees. The individual trees of this parochial forest seemed so hungry for my attention, and, regretfully, it was so few of these trees that I had the wish to understand —more than superficially— and then it was, generally, the WRONG trees. I see that now.

It was a time to have the *right* haircut, wear the *right* clothes, be in the *right* clubs and associations, drive the *right* car, hang with the *right* people — a shamefully wasteful romp to curry the favor of —be accepted by— those who made the "official" scene and their adult facilitators.

Those elite... and non-elected even then...

I was on the periphery of that elite, never quite accepted, but never quite rejected either. I'm a little ashamed to admit that, both ways, but I have to make that painful disclosure to illustrate that I MIGHT know what I'm talking about when I say that the "marginalized majority" outside an "in" crowd are visible to that crowd only as sources of cheap-shot amusement — or as an out and out resource!  That ephemeral, indomitable,and irresistible elite are bred even in public schools — forgetting private ones.

Beyond that, they —a-hem... we, I came to find out— are valueless, expendable, and invisible. This is not what we *learned* in high school.

Being on the uncomfortable periphery of that treasured elite, some of the invisible marginalized (who *should* have been invisible to me) were not. These were the *geeks* with pocket protectors, the poets, splash artists, and underground thespians — the weird, whacked-out, and wild; the quirky stoners, dorks, and assorted nervous burn-outs or afflicted nut-rolls —those not associated with rally club and the football team— these were a MAJORITY.

They were the challenged and misshapen; they were sensitive and miserable. They were overweight or bosom-less — had acne so bad you could HEAR it sometimes, eh?  Chance-less motes, otherwise strangely colored rainbows of ethnic homeliness and unsettling diversity — all in stark contrast to the relative few of cherished all white Ken and Barbi elite-oids they (we)... were everyone ELSE.

Almost too late I would detect the very real cognitive magnificence of the marginalized group and realize that the seeds of a wondrous future potential —better or worse— were held in the fresh thinking hands of THEIR marvelous singularity! Bill Gates, Linus Torvalds, and Steven Jobs would have been worthwhile people to befriend, back in the day. They were individuals, ready examples of the garden-variety uber-geeken, circa 1967... or so I understand...

The in-crowd of my high school? Well, most of them PEAKED in high school, I'd bet. If they didn't crash on some privileged alcoholic shore, or inherit *daddy's* going concern, or end up as trophy wives for a descending succession of male in-crowders, they moved on to the shadow-lands of the few, the proud, but that non-elected and shadowy elite. THIS was my aspiration? I don't think so.

Luckily, I'd only gotten a taste of those *enviable* environs to see how ultimately dry as dust they truly are. So much for the very transitive value of a short sighted "IN" crowd. They are "IN" all right. They were (and still are I suspect) "in" — In self-absorbed, convenient, and perpetual DENIAL.

Why? For THEM, it pays.

That part of "them" surviving the drug addiction, decadence, and largely DESERVED psychological distress? That's the bunch to take their unearned turn to pronounce on the rest of us and decide our faiths, fortunes, and futures, it would seem. I'd surmise that that is the faceless bunch sniping originating orders from around corners, starting the whisper campaigns, or denying and complicating an individual's very livelihood for the purpose of having control over those individuals.

That's the bunch fronting the petty but articulate talking TV-heads in their busy campaign to fan the gonads and sensibilities —of your haplessly clueless brothers and sisters— into the frothy mob of pitchfork waving torch bearers they can too easily become! It's also the bunch that turns some of our kids into early suicides or bomb-making homicidal maniacs, but the point is getting pretty fine already...

We're all at the center of the universe and all those centers are packing together pretty tightly. The finite amount of non-polluted space that we are restricted to —by the shortsighted non-elected— DICTATES that that claustrophobic tightness can only increase as our numbers do.

It's no stretch that even the *best* self-interested social system prosecuting it's unchanging continuance will fail eventually. It always has.  Errant flashes of white hot irritation fly out of control in that flesh clogged human powder keg of ever increasing density... density precipitating the predictable explosion authoritarians would always forswear so not foresee. Too, we've FAR from the best social system... perhaps part of the plan, it excuses an ever inflating professional police force after all... presently near one in a hundred of us in prison.  Such is the police state thrust upon us.

I suspect it is the eventuality of a tolerant and rational, if minimal, liberalism born from the righteous outrage of the middle sixties that keeps those self-repeating instances down to the levels which presently occur! ANY increase in the prevailing level of autocratic authoritarianism would only make that violence occur with much more frequency than it already does. I can only judge how _I_ feel as a victim of that arbitrary and autocratic authoritarianism, a crass authoritarianism on the steady increase. See the link at (http://rense.com/general11/way.htm).

My treatment makes ME angry! Angry enough for violence? No. But then I have a degree of articulation and can jettison pressure in that manner.

...Others do not, howsoever.

America's SON in every category except mindless obedience? I was turned out, turned down, and turned away from a needy billet in America's classrooms for specious, bigoted, uninformed, unenlightened, and finally inappropriate reasons, prosecuted under the guise of my interest in UFOs:

(http://rense.com/general10/teach.htm).

Reminiscent of the arbitrary autocratic unilateral leaping right out of high-school, I have to fight back! Anything else is default agreement with the social forces ignobly aligned against or truly persecuting me and individuals like me.

I'm eternally in a struggle to clear my good name, continue an interrupted substantive —but clearer— contribution to my society, and live a little closer to the truth. I'll use the Arts as my efficaciously ethical and individual weapon in that struggle. The pen IS mightier than the sword.

I will loudly protest a perceived injustice in just this kind of manner. Others similarly effected will fight back (I'm certain) in their own way using weapons of THEIR choice, but whatever the eventual weaponry, IF that outraged response is blithely and conveniently provoked by the corrupted arbitrary, THEN the consequences are, albeit tragically, richly deserved.

"[I'm] a rambler and a gambler and a sweet talkin' [thinking] man... and I love my lovin', but not like I love my freedom"!

Read on!

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"I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, scourged by the scurrilous.

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