3 Mar 2007

Cornfed Mafia




It is culturally impossible for there to be an entire global generation acknowledging the Divinity of humankind and the righteous magic of Nature as long as Capitalism dominates global agendas. There exists something real called Freedom, as anyone who has pissed over the edge of the Grand Canyon knows well. There also exists (by popular consent) something real called Reality... which is a place where Freedoms can coincide or collide. Reality is imposed upon us by social conventions... freedom can never be given... only experienced.

The gluttonous fascist Reality of the Aryan Empires forever murders the people of Arabia in the hopes of founding the creation of a new society that could replace the one it is destroying. This twisted logic , like oroborus, eats it's own tale into inevitable destruction. Meanwhile the shreds of indigenous cultures across the globe that remain become stronger, truer... more real and more fun.

As King Bush “the lesser” stammers through cowboy proclamations... pausing to edit his freestyles to use words deemed more effective by advisors... the questions of babes begin to make inbred aristocrats wish they were wearing clothes.


The leaders of our country are placing procedures above perspectives... and telling us we need more procedures and less perspectives. Australia and America remain two imperial watchdogs for the U.K. (God save the bitch Queen) and Israel (which apparently learned how to build an exclusionary nation from the Nazis)... both nations grew with U.S.A. bullets and steel... and help from the Bush family. Meanwhile the B.B.C. broadcasts the news for 2 hours every morning of the U.S.A.'s National Public Radio... which in Philadelphia has at least 1/3 of the programs hosted by a jew... and not one muslim on the air. These wars dominate the attentions of a nation founded on the genocide (which still continues today) of the very peoples that welcomed and nourished the lost and greedy and hopeful children of Abraham. The core difference between Muslims and Christians is this... Muslims use their bodies as weapons to defend their God. Christians use their God as a weapon to defend their bodies. It seems that the indigenous peoples of anywhere have found the proper balances... especially in the Americas, from Alaska to Antarctica... they use their bodies and prayers to respect everything around and within themselves, they respect God and never claimed to represent anything beyond themselves. When a Dine' warrior signed a treaty he spoke for himself and no one else.

The endless bounty of the Americas has been plundered for 500 years... the pyramids have gotten larger and shinier and a lot less stable... or permanent...or natural.

Maybe if the 8 billion styrofoam McDonalds containers from the 1980's were all burned at once... the resulting cloud of foul funk would help heal the thinning ozone. Or maybe the next election will somehow have correct vote tallies. Maybe a Navajo Grandmother will finally win.

You can pretend more aid was not possible for New Orleans and men, women and children need to die in Iraq... and opium production is up in Afghanistan while we win a war on Drugs so Corporations can grow... and education will cure your children of the ignorance you embrace...

but you cannot fulfill the prophecy you hope to manufacture... and the actual conclusions of your fantasies scare you into lies and atrocities...

and when you collapse and cry for help you will be forgiven...

or tortured and forgotten...

welcome to this world.

Welcome to Evolutional fulfillment in each moment. Ahh, but your God denies this theory, you say?

Eat some corn... in any form (you likely do daily)...

It did not exist before human interaction.

The truly unwinnable debate is... did God?




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Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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