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Doublespeak: Four By Six
DOUBLESPEAK
It’s a dangerous world
Or so the News tells us
Looking for terrorists?
Check out the Pentagon
The Hidden Snare: Shadorma
THE HIDDEN SNARE
Beware of
Dangerous people
Stay silent
Stay alert
Unless you’re a masochist
And want to be caught
Grave Misdirection: Shadorma
GRAVE MISDIRECTION
Dear Donald
Look in a mirror
Not down south
This so-called
National emergency?
That’s where you’ll find it
Poo Purée
POO PURÉE
Fundamentalism
And “white supremacy”
They have a pungent scent
Smothering any sense
Dirty Business
DIRTY BUSINESS
Too much pollution
In our air, in our water
In our politics
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“There is the path of wisdom and the path of ignorance. They are far apart and lead to different ends … Abiding in the midst of ignorance, thinking themselves wise and learned, fools go aimlessly hither and thither like the blind led by the blind. What lies beyond life shines not to those who are childish, or careless, or deluded by wealth. ”
– Katha Upanishad,
Points Of View
POINTS OF VIEW
To assert one should live without opinions
Is both clearly impossible and paradoxical
But to defend them or argue them to others
Is both quite pointless and often dangerous
Right Not Right At All
RIGHT NOT RIGHT AT ALL
Conservatism
is at best
a mild form of
mental disturbance.
The further
to the right
the more
troubling
the symptoms.
Desperate Monsters
May 15
Posted by Ben Naga
DESPERATE MONSTERS – Caitlin Johnstone
We were comfortable in our complacency.
We were satisfied with our Netflix and our Taco Bell.
We were not happy, but we were satisfied.
We did not want to have to awaken
the strange DMT gods that live in our foreheads,
or the screw snakes sleeping at the base of our spine,
or the mushroom giants who dwell behind our visual fields,
or the great golden frog at the center of the earth.
We did not wish to have to summon
the caterpillar planets from the depths of space,
or the elephant squid from our secret abysses,
or the mammoth moths from the tabernacle in our throat,
or the Yellow Priestess from Her dinosaur throne.
But desperate times,
you see,
desperate times call for desperate monsters.
So now we’ve got to get up,
dust the cheese puff powder from off our sweatpants,
grumble our way over to the police tape-covered door
and, after clearing the theremin and the surfboard
and the sewing machine out of the way
(none of which we use anymore but we keep meaning to),
unleash eldritch angels and eyeball blimps
to burn this motherfucker to the ground.
We’d have been content with decent paychecks
and a viable planet,
and maybe some healthcare for the Yanks,
but you bastards got greedy
and now your mouths are full of weirdling worms,
and I bet you all feel quite silly now.
You did not realize that we have tentacles in our bellies
and wands that shoot eel ogres,
and benthic beasts swimming in our souls.
You did not realize that we are more powerful than your wildest imaginings,
and that you have never truly understood what we’re made of.
Desperate times call for desperate monsters,
old chap.
There is a feathered claw behind you.
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https://caitlinjohnstone.com/2020/05/13/desperate-monsters/
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