Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Basta

The Children of Men, by PD James.
            All those Parisian cartooners shot dead this week.
            How many more species went extinct today?
            Why don't we hear about them, see their pix, hear about their lack as an impact on the environment?
            Wouldn't THAT be a pretty fucking important – SITE?
            Call NRDC!

Other Things We Didn't Keep Track Of:
     Civilians (and not just women and children, either)
     Animals
     Habitats
     Housing
     The Middle Class
     Health Care
     Sea Animals
     Big Banks with Big Bail-Outs and No Jail Time!
     Living wages

            We destroyed in Korea, Vietnam, Cambodia, Nicaragua, Iraq (two times!  Say it Fugees' style:  "two times!"); Afghanistan (poor damned Afghan Whigistan -- pounded in the so-called 'Cold' War (gangbanger once asked me, Ever been shot?  when I shook my head, he said, 'It burns.')
            And changed what. 
            What did we change?
            Well with the last two (three if you count Iraq, twice, which you should), we helped the fundamentalist martyrs recruit a lotta young men,  their own fathers training their sons to kill us or die trying.  We got China to hold us entire in just a single of its 8-pocket worker overalls. We got a ton more, and better, heroin, from the now-in-full-bloom poppy fields (oh let us NOT disregard the huge bizness/economies, with secret labs and young interns hired for outrageous rates for just six, eight, maybe a year, maybe five, to make sure the product is pure -- & oh God do we got lotsa mostly men with PTSD who were told to kill total strangers, but if some asshole stalks and rapes his wife, and he does something about that, well, hey!  That's murder!  Civilization is not about taking the law into your own hands!
            THAT'S RIGHT, USA.
            IT'S NOT.
            But now that Syria and Ukraine are having the real freedom battles, where the fuck are we?
            Where were we in Tibet?  Where were we in Chechnya?
            (Oh please that's so easy even my favorite three-year-old Ra could answer that!  Bowing and scraping to keep our loan interests low!)
            His Holiness:  A Nobel Peace Prize Winner not welcome at the White House.
            Have I EVER been prouder!

            And then there's the assassination of enemies (as we paid Pakistan BILLIONS per month to keep a lookout for Bin Laden, they sheltered him completely – I mean shit with that kinda pay day?  Who wouldn't sign on the corruption dotted line??) , 'assassinations' (wait, how is that different than murder?  Cause the government did it?) then used as occasions for touchdown victory dances.  Which Obama practically did.  It was his big I'M NOT A WUSS day, even if I just really want everyone to get along!

            And yeah, that didn't create a hundred thousand new terrorist cells – probably sprouted ISIS.
            Named after a goddess.
            Shame on you motherfuckers, so scared you're gonna get a hard-on looking at a woman's face you shroud them as if they're dead and refuse to let them learn to read.  Or, for that matter, go to the hospital with acute appendicitis, or even just to the store for some milk for their babies without a male chaperone.  Because, hey, if they do…here comes the stone age!
            (By which I mean, killing with stones.  Everyone, now, look around!  Grab what's handy, or haul your own!  Come on now, this is community in action!  Everybody Wang Chung tonight!)

            Fanaticism.
            Fans.
            Fans are only good for cooling you down.
            This hetting everyone up – well I guess it goes along with global warming.  Never thought of that before…we're just mimicking the planet's own headlong rush to the valleys of hell, right?
            Why shouldn't we?  This is where we live, animals among other animals, who we seem to have sworn to kill in great, huge, mind-bogglingly enormous masses.

            OKAY.
            Basta!!
            Basta.


            basta.

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