Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Needlessly Impolite Awakening


In a flurry of oddities that may seem normal in these times of seemingly infinite suppositions and their consequences, we find ourselves lost in a morass of choices that are tied to one another by one mutual aspect. Namely, not one of them is really a reasonable alternative to our current self-destructive manifesto. Perhaps in our zealousness to engage some kind of control of a situation that has no predictable outcome, there has been an abandonment of our ability to properly assess our worldly experience. The flashing lights and color bedazzling our befuddled gray matter these days may not allow for much original thinking, but as we begin to choke down more and more of our own tail, a growing sobriety will surely occur. Whether we awaken before this point is somewhat moot, as the natural unfolding of the universe does not make exceptions for the best intentions, sincere or otherwise.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Attack of the 500 lb. Chihuahua

The issue of immigration reform has taken on the unenviable quality of an ugly blind date. One is obligated to participate in an activity that is not to one's liking, or appear as shallow and ill-mannered as one actually is. But far as illegal immigration is concerned, the date is long over and they've moved in and are inviting the relatives over for Cinco de Mayo barbeque. It’s a bit late to be questioning one's decision-making process, thus the damage-control mode we are currently engaged in. With all the grace of an alcoholic awakening from a bender, we feign surprise to any involvement with the snoozing creature cuddled up against us in bed. At this point, one has two choices... participate in an activity that is not to one's liking, or appear as shallow and ill-mannered as one actually is.

As the so-called original U.S. citizens, these are basically the camps we have divided into. At Camp Denial, we don't even recognize that illegal immigration is a problem, and go about our activities as though the campers that sneak into camp have the same rights and privileges as those who paid for camp. At Camp Defender, we shoot anyone who even looks like someone who might sneak into our camp. At Camp Denial, all activities are voluntary and therefore rather slipshod in their execution, if they happen at all. At Camp Defender, your bunk is made and gun cleaned by 6 a.m., or you spend the day in the hole. All though it can be debated which camp is less fun, there is no argument that both have aspects that make staying home attractive.

So, just like the blind date analogy, the two camps analogy leads to the same conclusion... what the hell was we thinkin'? By hiring illegal immigrants, businesses opened the barn door wide in order to make a decent profit. By looking the other way, government allowed business to actually remove the barn door and place a sign up that said "Barn Door". This may be a clever enough ruse to fool suburban socialites, but farm workers are rather pragmatic when it comes to reality. Even when the words 'Barn Door' were eventually written in Spanish, somehow workers noticed there was no barn door. "Don't let the barn door hit you on the way in" became a running joke in the fields and low-paying job sites north of the border. Meanwhile, business and government snoozed comfortably in their luxury bedding.

Sometime in the 80's., the alarm went off and the boss was caught sleeping with the help. What they general public didn't realize immediately, is that a slew of offspring had already been produced that, according to established law, were U.S. citizens. This complicated things incredibly for business and government. But, rather than deal with the ugly reality of their indiscretions, they decided to build Camp Denial and Camp Defender. By sending (what they considered to be) their legitimate children to Camp Defender, and sending their illegitimate children to Camp Denial, they managed to stave off their comeuppance for one more generation. Camp Denial proved to be quite popular, with it's lack of rules and free taco nights. Camp Defender relied on it's exclusive status, namely that it wasn't Camp Denial. As Camp Denial became overpopulated and financially unsustainable, Camp Defender grew in popularity despite it's rather ornery reputation. Now, even though today Camp Defender is considered elitist and politically incorrect, nobody really wants to be part of Camp Denial, which grows more akin to the Superdome after Katrina everyday.

So, how do you get a 500 lb. chihuahua into your living room? You feed him. How do you get a 500 lb. chihuahua OUT of your living room? Ummm... let me get back to you on that.
Border patrols, walls, and immigration laws aside, finding a so-called 'solution' to the immigration issue is like curing rain. Nobody wants to get rained on, but everyone knows it is gonna happen and it is a necessary event in nature. The real issue here is 'borders' and whether they really mean anything in relation to people needing to go where they can survive and thrive.

I postulate that there are two basic positions, believing "It's Dog-Eat-Dog" and believing "We Are the World". Most folks tend to apply these beliefs on an issue by issue basis, depending on personal integrity and/or who's paying attention. Because most dyed-in-the-wool "Dog-Eat-Dog"-ers are militaristic fascists, and truly devoted "We Are The World"-ers are bleeding heart space cadets, no one can embrace either belief wholly and not be marginalized. Yet, in essence, these two philosophies personify the conflict that the immigration issue brings up for most of us.
The "Dog-Eat-Dog"-ers would literally live up to their namesake and kill and eat the 500 lb. chihuahua in the living room. Unfortunately, in the process they would develop a taste for such and hunt chihuahuas into extinction. The "We Are The World"-ers would actually move out of their house, and continue to feed "L'il Pero' until he exploded and made the whole place unlivable anyway. Is there a compromise here? Yes, but it's not a simple one.
Who's gonna tell a 500 lb. chihuahua he's gotta go on a diet?

In the 80s, musician Sting penned “I will turn your face to alabaster, when you will find your servant is your master”, (from Synchroncity 's "Wrapped Around Your Finger") and probably was not referring to illegal immigration, but these words epitomize the concerns of those who must make decisions in this matter. As our electorate becomes increasingly diverse, it is unlikely that their faces will be turning to alabaster any time soon. And for those holed-up in Camp Defender, it’s practically the school color.

Like I said, hopefully nobody is going to find a solution to rain. People are going to continue to try and make lives for themselves regardless of restrictions business and government impose upon the populace, illegal or otherwise. As Camp Denial spills over its own fencing and merges with the surroundings, it is likely Camp Defender will soon be surrounded. Although it is in great “Dog-Eat-Dog” tradition to go out in a blaze of glory, I have a feeling that when faced with the inevitable, they may balk. After all, between the two, which kind of person would you want living next door to you?

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Cash: The Epitome of Diplomacy

Let us not forget amid this cavalcade of financial crises resulting from the surreptitious manipulations of scheming speculators, that business is still pretty simple. I have something you want and/or you have something I want and we cut a deal. Of course, finesse in these matters is no less than an art form, practiced by businesspeople throughout history to the nth degree and beyond. Yet the basic tenets remain plain. There is an agreement.

This is why cash is the epitome of diplomacy. Empirically, money is the human measure of a thing's worth (a 'thing' being an object or service) and as such, a physical manifestation of the most basic business agreement. Whether coinage or paper, it documents the essential essence of business, namely getting paid.

Perhaps since the flurry of stocks and bonds, credit/debit cards, and electronic banking descended upon our financial world, we may have somehow displaced our faith in currency. With convoluted loan and interest structures, as well as intricate legal language interwoven into the financial documents of today, the idea of cash as an agreement seems almost quaint. IF it weren't for the fact that these pieces of paper and metal are physically traded amongst billions of us every second of everyday, one could argue that dollars and cents are an antiquated form of exchange. That's what we call a big "IF", by the way.

With humble beginnings as simple record keepers, bankers quickly blossomed into a full-blown economic mafia complete with strong arms and territories. And this was before the written word, mind you! The first accountants were scrawling their calculations into stone long before the Mesopotamians started dotting i's and crossing t's. The machinations of this industry rely on a simple truth, namely, some people are smarter than other people.

It works like this. I come up with a deal that benefits you in the initial short run, but benefits me more than you in the long run. We shake hands, sign papers, do the hokey-pokey or whatever symbolizes this understanding. The bottom line is there is a record of this agreement, thus if you fail to fulfill the latter portion of the bargain, I get to whoop ass. This has been the basic arrangement since counting was standardized.

This concept really gathered steam after writing came into being. With an absolutely huge contingent of humanity unable to read at all, much less even wanting to, the smarter people had a big advantage when it came to writing and writing legal documents and recording agreements. To make a long story short, this is basically what goes on today, with lawyers as the primary translators of a meticulously twisted code. Along with these changes, the 'ass-whooping' aspect has taken on infinitely complicated permutations, including such morally awkward aspects as rewriting the terms of any agreement that led to the ass-whooping currently in progress.

Now this is where the situation begins to unravel. As the plethora of financial agreements grow in number and complexity, the ability of the system to 'whoop ass' properly in a timely manner becomes unmanageable. Soon, far too many agreements become unenforceable and wa-lah... fiscal meltdown! Welcome to the "Smart People/Stupid Choices" portion of the program, where otherwise pragmatic beings compete for cash and prizes in lieu of common sense. The major problem with this process is that it is all ultimately based on promises, which I have been told, is hardly the most reliable of currencies.

The point is... IF we had stuck to the simple agreement, (cash only) the likelihood of said disaster decreases one hell of a lot. That's another big IF, folks. Unfortunately, it is the rear-view mirror kind, unless you are one of those that think printing more money makes you richer. In that case, you probably shouldn’t be handling a spork, much less a pen to sign financial papers. Yet, outrageously enough, this is the very course of action we see our leaders promoting today!
Therefore, my initial hypotheses, although accurate, needs to be footnoted with " ...of course, there is good diplomacy and bad diplomacy". This is due to the fact that even cash can lose its meaning as an agreement if enough people contend otherwise. However, by the time that scenerio arises, most thinking individuals have returned to the more traditional forms of 'whooping ass' to get their needs met. It's not a pretty picture, but one worth a thousand words... of warning.

I cannot imagine that the perpetrators of the demise of world financial markets can even comprehend the ramifications of their actions. Lost in the manufactured tunnels and gilded caves of a metropolitan hamster cage, how can we expect such illusion-drunk corporate chattel to understand anything but what's put in the trough for them? The unfortunate reality is that one can be clever, without being wise. A disfunction that seems increasingly prevalent the higher one goes in financial circles.

Knowing that seeds become plants isn't the same as thing as being able to grow your own dinner. Hunting and gathering, and even farming have becoming lost arts for the majority of us. If cash becomes valueless, most of us will be at a loss to provide for ourselves. Despite assurances of so-called ‘smarter’ people to the contrary, this system seems destined to collapse under the weight of it's unfulfilled obligations. This “breakdown in diplomatic relations” means that all prior agreements are non-binding, effective immediately.

Still, it is human greed, rather than banking itself, greasing the rails to economic Ragnarok. Financial agreements are needed for civilized society to function, and cash on the barrelhead, although the most basic and proven financial agreement of all, does not serve the overwrought expectations of expanding oligarchies. Perhaps the rise and fall of civilizations are as cyclical as day and night, and this rollercoaster to financial devastation is not new. Evidence would seem to bear out that this crisis is not the end of the human race, only a massive portion of it- which is just fine... they probably owed us money anyway.












Monday, May 17, 2010

Goodness Sakes

When you own the world, baby

It won't mean a thing

The terror you inspire, baby

Worn like a wedding ring

The lights go up and down and out

And slap the face of time

I might just want a bite of you

But it's never to be mine


Forever caught in this prison of thoughts

I just can't  seem to come clean

Why is it I never do as I ought?

For goodness sakes, I don't know what it means


When you understand, baby

All you've got is regret

The horror of our memories

Are a matching set

Life goes on, around and round

And fills the space between

What is lost and what is found

Is it just another dream?


Forever caged in this stage of desire

I just act as though I care

Why is it I can't feel what I inspire?

For goodness sakes, I don't know what it means



Thursday, May 6, 2010

Lego Semantics for Anti-Absolutists

The actuality of focused manifestation depends entirely on one's perception of a given situation in relation to former scenerios of similar ilk. An original point of motivation reflects the usual survival mechanisms of not only oneself, but that of one's forebears. Poised for glory of any level, our drive to achieve some kind of advancement can range from that which is merely different, to that which is world-changing. The positive or negative aspects of any change has less bearing on the actual process than that certain indefinable need to experience some sort of happening new to the body/mind/soul. It seems a rather unique quality that we are capable of perceiving the slightest variation of any given cycle or routine as progress, if for no other reason than it has taken place at different time-which is probably the ONLY constant, as nothing can occur twice in the same moment. Think about THAT as your Froot Loops go soggy!

Monday, April 19, 2010

The Center Is Everywhere


Although it SEEMS improbable that nothing is happening at all, this is the paradox that confronts anyone seeking enlightenment. Whatever we may IMAGINE we are doing is totally reliant on THOUGHT, rather than the so-called physical universe. Whatever ambition drives us toward enlightenment becomes as illusory as the rest of the universe if one actually progresses at all, which of course is an illusion as well. It is our ATTACHMENT that allows us to continue to validate experiences as "real" or mere "thoughts".

The biggest joke of all is the illusion of "others". Through our belief in TIME, we separate ourselves from the great unity of all in order to struggle to reunite something that has never been divided. In our hunger to experience anything but true clarity, we will suffer evermore with longing.

Well, that is, until we relinquish identity - which is probably not going to occur in the foreseeable future.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Personal Responsibility Trainwreck in Super Slow Motion


With mass variety of temporal indulgences to choose from, it is often difficult to ascertain the true value of each experience. In this world where we exchange our time of our lives (work) for material goods, it seems rather awkward to think of what people put themselves (and everyone else) through to achieve acceptable product purchasing power. Entrenched in endless 'earning', yearning time, as we give it away for a someday something soon. Choosing between short sharp shocks and the array of long term comforts, we sell our future for what the market bears. The illusion of time cannot be divided into 'work','play' and 'rest' as easily as one might imagine. Upon waking, we have a certain amount of time to achieve anything before 'rest' overtakes us in the form of sleep. Some might say that for some life is all work and no play, and for others the opposite, but upon closer examination these terms (work,play) become more and more meaningless in relation to the value of a given experience to the individual. Societal pressures play a huge role in the valuation process, as does the immediate comfort of said individual. With these thoughts in mind, assessing the current human state on planet Earth, I would venture that we have given ourselves over to the pursuit of worldly goods to the detriment of our world, neighbors, friends, families and selves.

The weight of the world is always the same
Depending on where you stand
The way that it turns, one can't ascertain
Whether gravity is in command

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Process

If it is all in our heads, then it's all in our hands
The future is ours, if this we understand
What we nurture will grow, whether it's good or bad
In the end what we know is all that we have

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Wriggling on the Edge of Uncertainty


There's a bit of luck involved for those bumbling along the time line towards some kind of eventual epiphany. Spiritual distractions raise their pretty little heads like pop-up menus in reality, diverting our determination with their effusive, but vapid displays. Be they in the form of our fellow earthlings, or some kind of mechanization created by such, their pandering interruptions can waylay the most disciplined seeker. For they are not always so obvious at first, often cloaking their true nature in well-intentioned forays that appear to be valid pursuits, until one finds oneself again staring at a spiritual dead-end.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Unbelievability and Chemically Induced Spasms

Current conditions are ripening at an unprecedented pace. Prophecy notwithstanding, observation would lend one to surmise that at our present rate of accelerated existence, there can't be much more random interaction left in relation to the time remaining to experience such. This revelation, though problematic in any reasonable application, is reassuring in it's confirmation that we are not going mad, the universe is mad and we are beginning to make sense of that.

Meanwhile, hormonal flare-ups and doltish behavior do not mix well, and are best avoided by good Christians and brutish mongols alike. Unfortunately, unlike spirituality, the baser thrills are pretty much mainstay product for most of us, lost in our personal turgid romances. The backasswards sensibilities enabled in said sport are at best a difficult alliance of empirical thinking and great shrieking winds of unbridled emotion tearing away the very landscape of your soul. A questionable endeavor, to be sure. However, it can be a trip to the moon on gossamer wings, I have heard.

So within the remaining spin allowed, let us join together in peace and harmony, knowing that this physical world is what we make it. So love without taking too much, if you can.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Supersize Your Brain

It appears that, all things being equal, what lies before us now is nothing more than time unfolding. Our ability to perceive so-called 'reality' could actually be the exact opposite procedure occurring forthwith. The necessity of individual existence in this particular juxtaposition of particle/wave formations seems rather indulgent in some kind of cosmic-justice way. Still, we cling to our material world, addicted to the very substance that leads to one's own demise.

It is actually amazing to me that we've been around as long as we have, considering the fury of the universe. My life, my little slice of this grandiose human experience, seems so all-consuming for me. My survival antics are a wonderful interweaving of physical necessity and emotional urges that play out pretty well in my natural environment. Striving for comfort and the assurance of continued comfort for our physical entities is job #1 here, and beyond that is mostly God.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Misplacing the Mission Credibility Report

Awaiting the interest of that which yet unveiled, the spurious exchange ensued. Although, in light of time, I hesitate to meander verbally, still the very nature of my experience encourages a lackadaisical attitude when regarding such matters. Thrust into the world of inconclusive presuppositions and outright falsehoods regarding key elements of survival, one might think the field is tilted favorably for me totally getting my ass kicked.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Froopy Addendums

As hapless magicians bumble about in reckless confusion, we stand at before the abyss of our own uncertain future, unconvinced of our eternal infinite power. The deluge of nonsense must be overwhelming before anyone cares to mention we are drowning in our own debauchery. Still, amidst the bells and whistles of modern living, it could be argued that our wanton wastefulness is merely a phase in a series of phases that compromise the entirety of existence.

Really Bad Poem (with excruciatingly earnest intentions)

Lush is this textured trilobite
Amidst the glazed sunset
Love comes at the speed of light
And its good as it can get

Flush is more of what's not enough
Adrift in a haze of desire
Fulfillment is made of such stuff
Such a daze cannot acquire

Hush the world of reckless fervor
Absorbed with trivialities
Love comes at the speed of light
And forms everything we sees

"Wert thou more fickle than the restless sea,
Still should I love thee, knowing thee for such"
- William Morris (1834–1896)

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Tiny Bubbles

Nary a fleeting moment goes by without some kind of judgment or assessment clouding our perception of reality as it truly is. This ability to 'color our world' with personal preference is the source of much consternation as far as our fellow human beings are concerned. Oh, folks talk about morality, standards of acceptability, values, blah, blah, blah, but the bottom line is that it all involves separating oneself from that which one perceives. Doesn't it just make sense that what one is experiencing is inherently a part of said individual's life, regardless of what mental calisthenics one engages to say "I am not that, and that is not me". Of course, what person wants to face the horrifying truth of either (A) All is one.,(B) All one sees is a direct reflection of who one is., (C) We are self-centered comfort-seekers regardless of the cost to our fellow planet dwellers, or (D) Chaos reigns and the illusions we create are far better than the true nature of things.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

Poised to engage, we stand unfettered in our waking challenge. This world, seemingly tangible in our perception suits, is more akin to a house of mirrors than a rock flying around a giant ball of fire. Still, you can't have a roller coaster ride without a roller coaster, thus this is.

Often enough, we rise up through the rabbit hole rather than descend in our attempts to enlighten our dull wits rather than merely rattle them. Although these forays bring us useful information, the result leads us to the inescapable conclusion that one is either in or out, and there is not much play in that. If one is in, one strives to be out. If one is out, well... who knows? As a confirmed "innie", I am defined by my presence hereabouts.

Therefore, what not and where for become as valid as exacting scientific procedures insofar as ultimate meaning to our wriggling. The comfort of our perception suits is a means and an end in this scenario.