Saturday, 8 April 2017

Thirty-third victim in Raqqa attack named

Just kidding. It was the fourth victim in Westminster.

(don't) see also:
–Missilemen attack refugee center, 33 dead
–Syrian among victims 
–Hallmarks of militarism with American background
–Last Week: 52 murdered in worship center complex
–Missilemen had ties to US, NATO claims responsibility
–[popular monument] alit in red, white, green, & black 

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Coballed Fists' Sundae Mass

"Willkommen bei Bürger King. May I take your order?"
"Hm. Yeah... I'd like the Holy Spirit, please."
"Sorry, we're all out of the Holy Spirit. Would you
care to try our Unholy Spirit?"

For an hour of your taxes, you can have the value meal. And for an hour of your salary I can make a some kid in the Congo power my every untethered swipe for a daily wage equal the tax on your Nestlè Pure Life® water. Or make his mother bear a mermaid, to be pickled in a jar 'cuz, even if we're not so good at learning our lessons once they're safe inside a glass, they'll at least be preserved for some future generation to de-emphasize how fucked up we were based on our times' context.

Caused. Lost. Found. Saved.
Freed, redeemed resolved.
Salvation means dissolved.

Kinder und ihre schlechtes Draufsein sein
a solution of blood and wine
east of Eden, well south of Alabama.

Nowhere near that godforsaken gulf where
they're losing they're healthcare
if 'n there was one.

Do you reckon if the meekests' choice really was the "i" in either insurance or a nifty walkin' 'round gadget for prompt attention-grabbing that they'd hit 'like' when they saw the image of their father emerge from a cobalt mine with a head-big goiter and then, embarrassed, wish they'd toggled to the angry man emoji instead, eventually getting pissed that their battery-life sucks?

Would their response be more or less visceral than if they saw one of those vids featuring a semi-severed bloody flopping head of cattle? Would they welcome the arrival of the Whopper to their hood? Maybe it's okay they're slaves on nine cents a day because somewhere over there they'll be hacking horns off rhinos in a minute. That'd be point-fifteen cents from now.

If they do welcome the Whopper Junior that'll be peak progressivism. Jobs all around! Helping them help themselves! If we can get 'em to use local hemp for the Curly Fry sack, it'll be worthy of a Bono op. Maybe it'll be just in time to cut that past-relativizing future generation down in its yet to be laid tracks. Can a people for whom it has come to pass that they can watch on their toys rerun footage of the subjugation of their lowliest toiling toy-makers be a people capable of circumventing their climate's forewarned destruction? And are they really to blame?

No, it's not our responsibility.
Freedom & Democracy are no commodity,
oh, no no no! We care and vote and tend
to things we don't have to even when we don't
feel like it when we feel like it.

It's the fault of the loathsome ones.
Never accountable for shit. We need oversight.
Do you think they care!?  smh
Good luck getting that thru committee. lol
Leave politics to the adults in the room.
Love, #theResistance

They say there're 44 great guys. I say, 'Why not 45?'
Ich bürge für die forty-five great guys.
I vouch for the 45. Of the six that're still alive
exactly half are exactly seventy. One is fifty-five.
My taxes may pay their salaries but
my disposable rest paves the way.

Friday, 17 March 2017

What's happening to Jim?!

Dedicated to BLCKDGRD, whose idea I took & whose link, due to dedicated nearly daily doing, is nearly always at the top of the blawgrolling on the right. For inspiration in kind.

James Trump Kirk.  Stardate... unknown.


Fuller unfettered John Cale concert here.

Sunday, 5 March 2017

Selectively Secured via Fluid Taxonomy

Each's got their own channel, though they don't own it. They sit in respective vessels bound to & for experience tailor made. Flowing to the algorithm of their own lock-keeper, they filibuster amongst themselves alone in the lock-chambers, where they understand it's their level of discourse and intellect that are being raised, or, as the case may be, their fortitude and will. Each as free from a sense of hypocrisy as their keeper safely secures, to insure commuters' participation's unspoiled by disagreeable drink from a mistaken canal.

Be that as it may not, they are going from A to A. One, more recently for example, by way of bro-cialization, another with his own Noam-enclature, many of these shep-her-ded, seemingly successfully, onto big barges marked w/→HER to the DNC. Then there's that huuuge dinghy dubbed, seemingly so, SS Great Again.

For everyone also has their own captain & crew who largely determine what will float as adjunct, and what names will sink another boat. On the Overton Observation Deck and through the portals down below, passengers predominately see other steamers through lenses crafted on behalf of the owners of the ships.

These captains of the shipping industry effectively deregulate the waterways. That is, their navigations keep them in a state of constant deregulation. The water itself is their eminent domain. They soil it at will.

The number of lines is so massive as to present adequate appearance of variety of choice. The magnates, however — however high their number at first glance – sit atop the boards of virtually every channel. Their union is much stronger than that of the moiling mariner, who they could have buried at sea for far less than those same sailors' salaries, which'd keep tales of pillaging at port where they belong.

If a certain merchant harbors a pirate from another land's labyrinth, then he's a pirate. Unless he's not. One magnate's mole is another's martyred emissary, like when those who captured the USS Benghzi thought the former and the embassy insisted the latter. Everyone has their own suspicions.

Each have their own acceptable course. Particularly in moments of apparent flux, one is misshapen through the scope toward someone else's. This is how voyagers sailing, e.g., the MS NBC can literally embrace the notion that being consigned to the Bushies coked-up speedboat might be a wayfaring tradition they'd viewed too hastily. As a bonus consequence, it puts adequate closure to their previous commander's choice of charter. However one chooses to view it.

All aboard!

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Struck sure. March first.

The question's begged in the march toward progress.

Stare down Richtehofenstr. (Auerstr.), Berlin-Friedrichshain - 1906 / (hover 2017)


Infrastructure came with the plan. The POVs were brought by the economic miracle. Small wonders.

In die Aue von weit Weg aus.        Berlin-Friedrichshain - 2017

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Der Parkbank Pinkler
Kapitel XV: s'Klatscht-Gleich-Platz

„...und die Wörter, mit welchen wir aus Verlassenheit im Gehirn hantieren, mit Tausenden und Hunderttausenden von ausgeleierten...“
—Thomas Bernhard

XV.

In den neunzigern vor dem bevorstehender WM in Chicago hat man den Wacker Drive von ihren unbehausten Allgemeinheit geräumt die da angesammelt haben und allerdings nicht ganz unbehaust waren. Da wurde immerhin in unterster Strecke dieser drei-ebenen Straßenzügen eine grobe Unterkunft gebastelt wie bei Skid Row in Los Angeles aber wie gesagt Untergrund im wahrsten Sinne. Bei der Räumung hab ich zwar nicht mitgemacht aber Gegenwehr habe ich auch nicht geleistet.

Arbeiten habe ich in meiner Studienzeit da unten im Restaurant als Kellnerin und pflegte regelmäßig Feierabends beziehungsweise in der Pause die von unsern wohlhabenden Gästen nicht total verzerrten Essensreste für die Außenbewohner klammheimlich aufzustellen. Dies wäre Kündigungsgrund. Rettung vom Abfall bleibt Diebstahl.