13. THIS SPOT IS A COMFORT ZONE ON THE SCARY RIDE TO HELL:Did I mention that the title came to me in a dream?
I'd be lying if I did. Actually the title was a daydream I thought I saw on a billboard as I was passing an Assisted Living Foundation Self-Storage Facility run by the Christian Methodist Foundation out of Weems, Georgia. There were three women in front of it on a small pedestal and they were singing
ALREADY songs of the freaking
Season to the passing cars while before them some crazy preacher-guy was holding a blowtorch and exclaiming :
"Don't follow the same roadway for
WE believe Jesus walked his way to the cross and I propound to you the astounding news that
RIGHT HERE we have found the personal possessions of one Jesus H. Christ packed in Cubicle 129. But don't take our word for it -
SEE FOR YOURSELF, capitalizing on the bare hands of God!! By Jesus Himself Let Us Pray!! We can circumnavigate the globe in an eternal electronic instant
BUT we cannot escape the constant presence of the Lord and Savior Himself wrapped in gauze and bleeding from wounds with unending streams of honey succor milk and wine. Come drink!!
" And then the damn women started singing again.
I was at some weirdly tired historical place today - it was signed sealed and delivered away already, taken over by Authority and the governmental tax thieves who run things such as this. A couple of big old fey white guys ran the Gift Shop, prattling on about the Thursday Afternoon High Teas - "which are quite wonderful actually." They wanted twenty-five bucks a person for some stupid Tea with crumpets (in some fucked-up fashion of English Royalty or something of such pretense), and
this was supposed to be a place of the American Revolution where Hamilton and Washington and John Jay and all the rest of those historical sorts of revolutionary and
VIOLENT figures hung out in the central New Jersey swamps. Now these fetid skunk-hollow gay old gentlemen are pushing twenty-five dollar high teas where Washington once slept.
What the fuck's with that? And whose US Government National Park bullshit
TAX MONEY pays for this shit!!!? Yours and mine, that's whose. Nobody says a fucking word about it. (see my photo blog for a few pictures). And OH!!! Did I mention it was
ALREADY all set up for Christmas - little stupid dolls, wreaths, candles, sleighbells, etc., the whole bit. Whose idea was that? George F. Washington's too?
I have decided after some thought that the entire country has gone crazy. We live amidst huge consorts of insane people - going about their business and BEING CATERED TO in order to do it. The Powers-That-Be thrive on this addiction to insanity and continue to throw up newer and newer attractions towards the crazed people who do it all so that they can remain distracted and 'out there' and all caught up in their shit. There's layers and layers of this crafty tactic too :
at the bottom, you have
'poor people' insanity - for the ghetto types, with pounding insensitive black welfare music criminal-margin behavior being promoted, liquor ads, cars ads, bling ads, sex, fashion, welfare, non-responsibility daydreams, entertainment fantasies.
It's all targeted at the most directly indigent and addicted parts of the lower population - who are then kept in check in their half-urban, half-decayed leftover city section which are being gradually done over and rebuilt in a fascisistic-governmental style of cheap, subsidized duplexes and hospital centers. Indigent housing for indigents supported by the Socialist Government keeping them in place.
Next are the totally crazed and ignorant suburban middle-class car crowd of the glitter-malls and food palaces of regular, normal, tacky fucked-up Amerika. they get the high-prized scarves, the games and the entertainment bullshit of the Malls (by the way,
NOW being re-labeled as
'Lifestyle Centers' and targeted by the large corporations for expansion and advancement as the new social-ideological idea center of corrupt Amerika.
If you DON'T believe me, too bad. I read it myself on the daily President's Corporate Bulletin Inside Report at a certain large bookstore chain where I work. It's sent out each day for employees to read.) These are the people, this layered and varied middle-class crowd, who buy the Lexus or the Benz of the big flashy SUV or whatever (or who think they must buy it), who sex up their 13-year old daughters into some whoredom of consumer frenzy and sexuality, whose propensities for consumption are sickening and legion (I remember when Consumption was but a disease of the 1920's), who can't walk, can't drive, are loud, obnoxious, brash and sickening.
And to whom SOCIETY caters. At every turn.
And then, of course, a few layers up we get the wealthy crowd. They need what they get, and of course they
GET what they need. Capital gains tax reduction, tax breaks, write-offs, shelters for their money, investment opportunites, and the ultra-wealth of $2800 wristwatches, catalogue-shopping, custom meats and lifestyle choices, the three homes, the cross-continent vacations and the impressed, stratified schooling at vast, corrupt universities for their own kith and kin with preferential admissions and still more tax-breaks.
Such enforced insanity leads us all along - it allows for Washington's corrupt morass of liars, bulshitters, scam-artists and creeps to continue to take us over and erect their nasty facade of Governmental fascism and in-our-face control. I make no apologies for my own ways of being or speaking things. I say what I feel to say about them and their ways. And they can go to hell. And then again, if
THAT'S 'Freedom' by today's consideration, I guess I should feel lucky.
But let me tell you this. Anyone reading this scribble (I'm not actually sure there are any good bastards out there who actually read this stuff anyway), should walk warily into the face of trouble.
You are considered (BY THEM) the enemy; and the more you know of this stuff, and verbalize it or mass together over it, the
MORE trouble you'll get. Mark my words, now,
BEFORE the fall.
And I don't mean RESISTANCE in the stupid, cheap, tacky way of the little Cindy Sheehan weak-knee'd dream-fairy cohorts. That's nothing but a moving joke anyway.Love and kisses to every asshole out there. Keep striding right into the wind.