Dog-doo overload has locked-out my sad, pathetic imagination from thinking about anything in particular -- a common affliction here at the salty end of the shit-flavored stick known as Schickelgruber's California. My severely compromised capacity for concentration is limited to the imminent return to the radio waves of Mike Malloy, beginning tomorrow on the new Nova M network.
He was the only real voice on Air America -- so give the man some love, already.
Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is the best.
-- Frank Zappa
It was fun while it lasted …
… That is, this self-imposed virtual exile, this willful retreat into sullen hibernation, this deliberate descent into an obscure and anonymous purgatory of silence. I was hoping to hold my water until -- oh let’s see -- the aftermath of the impending midterm elections, at which time we’ll likely see thinking people everywhere heartily engaged in one of two particular modes of behavior: either triumphantly giddy and downright ridiculous euphoria, or stab-yourself-in-the-fucking-eyeball-and-bring-this-sorry-bullshit-to-an-end despair. Under these uncertain circumstances, we’ll either be running amok in unrestrained and joyous relief that the beginning of the end of the illegal Republican occupation of the United States is (perhaps) finally at hand, a situation wherein the re-visiting of this hopelessly inane blog-thing might seem less pointless than usual; or, alternately, most of us will be bowing to the inevitable and preparing to flee this fledgling Fourth Reich in sheer panic, or blowing our own brains out, or something equally nihilistic and self-indulgent. In which case, maintaining the blog would be, shall we say, superfluous in the extreme.
Anyhow. For whatever inexplicable reason, I decided not to wait for some arbitrary moment or artificial deadline before resuming this fundamentally hollow enterprise. Maybe I was bored; perhaps it was the not-so-profound realization that silence is infinitely more purposeless than a messy, indistinct blog that’s barely noticeable within the titanically vast sewer of the blogosphere; could be the imminent return of Mike Malloy to what’s left of the airwaves having at least a mild catalytic effect on my moribund and numbingly overwhelmed capacity for righteous indignation and seething outrage; let’s not underestimate the impact of the “Military Commission Act” (or whatever the fuck it’s called) and the certainty that we need to yell and squawk and bleat and holler all we can, before we’re transformed into unwilling guests of the nearest Halliburton concentration camp. Perhaps it’s all these things, or none of them, or something else entirely. Whatever the case, here we go again.
In any event, it’s back to the blog and beer bottles for me. What’s to be solved here? Anything? I have no idea, or really any desire to formulate one. It may have been fun while it lasted, but the zipped-lip thing is over and done with -- for the moment. When I slip into the swill pit of despair, which happens with quite startling frequency, I always return to this comment by Lee at Captain Quahog, which I was fortunate to receive on the ass-end of one of my more venomously depressed posts:
I feel ya man.
I have pretty much stopped posting on my blog for the same reasons...what's the point anymore? Are these nimrods even going to get it, will they care??!! Their brains are so sauced in Kool-aid that there is probably no turning back for them. There seems to be way more evil than good in the world now and it scares me shitless. I actually got so paranoid for awhile I started stocking up on supplies in case they (when they) attack Iran.
But...
Sometimes at night when I am looking up at the billions of stars, planets and galaxies that are out there, I know, I know that there is so much more to this than that.
We are all on this great big cosmic journey together my friend and even though it seems that all hope is lost there really is some good out there...really!
This line from my favorite Dead song ( Scarlet Begonias) gives me good 'Joo Joo':
"Once in a while
you get shown the light
in the strangest of places
if you look at it right."
As hard as it is, and believe me I know how you feel. WE CANNOT LET THEM WIN. They thrive on fear, hate and despair. Don't give it to them.
Ps I like your blog dude, you’re a great writer; you write from the heart. Not any easy thing to do.
Peace, Lee
Well said, well said.
The state is the organized authority, domination, and power of the possessing classes over the masses … the most flagrant, the most cynical, and the most complete negation of humanity. It shatters the universal solidarity of all men on the earth, and brings some of them into association only for the purpose of destroying, conquering, and enslaving all the rest. This flagrant negation of humanity which constitutes the very essence of the State is, from the standpoint of the State, its supreme duty and its greatest virtue. Thus, to offend, to oppress, to despoil, to plunder, to assassinate or enslave one’s fellow man is ordinarily regarded as a crime. In public life, on the other hand, from the standpoint of patriotism, when these things are done for the greater glory of the State, for the preservation or the extension of its power, it is all transformed into duty and virtue … This explains why the entire history of ancient and modern states is merely a series of revolting crimes; why kings and ministers, past and present, of all times and all countries -- statesmen, diplomats, bureaucrats, and warriors -- if judged from the standpoint of simple morality, and human justice, have a hundred, a thousand times over earned their sentence to hard labor or to the gallows. There is no horror, no cruelty, sacrilege, or perjury, no imposture, no infamous transaction, no cynical robbery, no bold plunder or shabby betrayal that has not been or is not daily being perpetrated by the representatives of the states, under no other pretext than those elastic words, so convenient and yet so terrible: “for reasons of state.”
-- Michael Bakunin
Innumerable force of Spirits armed,That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring,His utmost power with adverse power opposed,In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven,And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?And is not lost: the unconquerable will,And a study of revenge, immortal hate,And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be overcome?
John Milton, Paradise Lost
Dog-doo overload has locked-out my sad, pathetic imagination from thinking about anything in particular -- a common affliction here at the salty end of the shit-flavored stick known as Schickelgruber's California. My severely compromised capacity for concentration is limited to the imminent return to the radio waves of Mike Malloy, beginning tomorrow on the new Nova M network.
Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is the best.
The state is the organized authority, domination, and power of the possessing classes over the masses … the most flagrant, the most cynical, and the most complete negation of humanity. It shatters the universal solidarity of all men on the earth, and brings some of them into association only for the purpose of destroying, conquering, and enslaving all the rest. This flagrant negation of humanity which constitutes the very essence of the State is, from the standpoint of the State, its supreme duty and its greatest virtue. Thus, to offend, to oppress, to despoil, to plunder, to assassinate or enslave one’s fellow man is ordinarily regarded as a crime. In public life, on the other hand, from the standpoint of patriotism, when these things are done for the greater glory of the State, for the preservation or the extension of its power, it is all transformed into duty and virtue … This explains why the entire history of ancient and modern states is merely a series of revolting crimes; why kings and ministers, past and present, of all times and all countries -- statesmen, diplomats, bureaucrats, and warriors -- if judged from the standpoint of simple morality, and human justice, have a hundred, a thousand times over earned their sentence to hard labor or to the gallows. There is no horror, no cruelty, sacrilege, or perjury, no imposture, no infamous transaction, no cynical robbery, no bold plunder or shabby betrayal that has not been or is not daily being perpetrated by the representatives of the states, under no other pretext than those elastic words, so convenient and yet so terrible: “for reasons of state.”
Innumerable force of Spirits armed,
