26 Oct 2009

Capitalism is not in the Constitution or Declaration of Independence

Yesterday i finally saw Michael Moore's latest film.

It is a brilliant, compelling nonpartisan exploration of how corporations have taken control of the U.S.A. since 1980.

Today i awoke with an original thought i cannot dismiss...

The power of corporate money lies in it's passive assumed legitimacy...

Every price for items and services on Earth is assumed to be negotiable on every level except "Corporate Policy".

On the human level of interaction on the planet in real time,

free market capitalism places the mathematical advantages of account balances over quality of life for everything in existence.

It is more profitable to have consumers dependent on a destructive system of endless and accelerating supply

than to encourage innovation through charity, sustainability and compassion.


In my 35 years of breathing American air, drinking government water and shitting corporate poo...

One thousand dollars was serious business. As a child, the candy bar that advertised it's richness was $100,000. When we spoke of the distant past, it was hundreds of years ago. Ancient times numbered in the thousands.

Then the word for inconceivable numbers became million. Never became "not in a million years." Rich people became millionares.

Then G.H. Bush fucked up the U.S.A. for twelve years.

The government of the U.S.A. confronted us with a new number that was so large it did'nt make sense, the billion. We apparently owed it to other governments around the world. Apparently the price of destroying Communism was that we added three zeros to our conception of money.

Then Clinton handed corporations all of the power of the U.S. economy through N.A.F.T.A. so he could pay off the interest on our loans.

Then G.W. Bush fucked the world up for eight years.

Like father like son... or a shitty deja vu...

we are adding three zeros again.

The difference this time is that the corporations at fault for all of this destructive bullshit are not doing it in the name of siezing power or guarding popular interests...

this time they are doing it in the name of maintaining spreadsheet programs and analyst speculations that stand on the nonexistant legitimacy of decades of lies.

There is one part of Capitalism: A Love Story that is hinted at and briefly discussed on the steps of a Federal building in D.C. ~

the revelations of economic threats and inequities is being orchestrated by a hidden entity at the highest levels of the U.S. government.

How high?

It cannot be forgotten and must be addressed in the name of all who have died for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness...

Ronald Reagan was a corporate shill actor, literally. His right hand man and Vice-President was G.H. Bush, who was the leader of the C.I.A.

If I had the power and clearance to cleanse the U.S.A. of illegal and destructive practices I would start with the C.I.A. and Bush I...

and let it all end with Bush II and the chain he wrapped around his dick.

Then President Obama would have the righteous ability to govern over a people that are not confused and frustrated by trying to comprehend the revisionist propaganda of a radical minority of white collar oppressors.

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

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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