Tips For Defending America From Corporatism

Here is my list of ways to DO something to prevent the complete pharmaceutical and chemical monopoly that is currently being instituted in the United States of America in an attempt to make the country the new home of IG Farbenindustries which attempted a takeover of Europe with the help of Hitler and the people of Germany in the 1930s and 1940s:

*Watch the documentary film Food, Inc.

*Read History. Go to Dr. Rath's Health Foundation site and read the historic books and documents posted there, especially those pertaining to IG Farben. Then, ask yourself, objectively, do you see any eery similarities to our time? Have we been experimenting upon silent minorities and outcasts of society--prison inmates, alcoholics, children of unwed/poor mothers, the military, veterans, tobacco users, the elderly, illegal immigrants, etc. Do you care, or are these human "burdens" useful only as guinea pigs?

*Splurge One Meal A Week Or More On Grass-fed, Locally Raised Meat, Poultry, and Dairy. Each time you buy this food you are increasing demand, supporting a smaller, non monopoly person like yourself who cares about the community and puts money back into it. Grass fed, and free-range meat is happy meat, and humanely butchered. After watching Food, Inc. you will see how beautiful happy meat is, and you'll be glad to know that the steak or ground beef you're eating had a good life for you.

After watching Food, Inc. you will also feel proud of buying grass-fed and local because you are supporting FREE SPEECH! That's right, the one or two corporations that own nearly all of the patented corn and soybeans in the U.S. go after the farmers who dare to speak up, destroying their lives with military-like midnight raids, and lawsuits.

Buying local free-range inhibits the abusive employment of Mexican illegals who are shipped in to work the large corporate plants that process our meat, and pick our produce because they have no voice. These corporate operations don't want American citizens working these jobs because we have rights and can speak up without fear of deportation, changing the system, not working under abusive and inhumane conditions. Buy local, save American dignity, force Mexico and the corporations to clean up their act. Make a local farmer or rancher rich!

*Forget Your Political Or Religious Preferences. You may find that you have a lot in common with a "liberal" or a "conservative" person. If you dislike tobacco smoke but find that a tobacco smoker or group is working against corporate controls of the country or community, put your bias aside and love them as human. The objective is not to agree on much, except that you each are fighting for the right NOT to agree or be alike. The objective is to stand up for people's God-given right to NOT agree with each other.
If you are a Christian judge an individual of another religion separately from that religion.

If you are Black, White, or Hispanic judge each individual of other colors or backgrounds individually. Discriminating is not bad. Wine tasters are said to be "discriminating" in their taste. Discriminate based upon the individual, never the color, neighborhood, educational status, etc. Remember, the corporations want us to be separated, not to mix, to believe stereotypes, never be friends, because then we can be used against each other.

*Stop Keeping Up With The Joneses. No one likes them anyway.

*Never Vote For More Law Enforcement Or Bigger Jails, Or For School Bonds no matter how legitimate the reasoning behind their desires appears. The public school system is a monopoly and gets billions of our money. Let them whine. We do without all the time. We're not stopping them from making a budget or cutting the salaries of the overpaid bureaucrats. Small business owners do without to make payroll, so can the public school system. And the bigger the jail, the more police enforcement the more arrests for petty offenses, the more helpless the citizenry. We each have, arms, legs, and brains. If you see a crime, stop it!

*Don't Believe The Doctor Is A God. You don't know everything and neither do they. They know what you know and wear white coats and are allowed to cut people with fancy knives. The doctor is often a high-paid drug dealer and nothing more. Some are good, but usually as mystified about what ails a patient as the patient is. A doctor is useful in the way an auto mechanic is useful--for repairing broken bones, pipes, hearts/motors and such, but not much more.

Afraid of appearing like a nature nut and appearing "alternative" with dred locks and sandals? Stop worrying and change the stereotype. If you must go into the local food co-op to buy the local goat cheese and granola, so be it. Let everyone know who you are and what you're doing and why. Go shopping where you haven't before, let the business know there's a new kind of customer on the horizon.

*Support legal marijuana even if you don't believe in using it. Why? Because when marijuana is legalized it drives the state crazy because they stop receiving federal funding. Less federal funding means more freedom in all aspects of life. I only recently figured this out, and am now a supporter of legalized marijuana. Not to mention, if we allow the current corporate monopoly control of our governments we all may have to smoke it to ease our pain and poverty.

*Fight Tobacco Control And Codex Alimintarius. Summer's warming up. The pharma-backed anti-tobacco movements power up in summer because no one cares and doesn't show up for the meetings. Summer is when they implement all action.

*Fight Tobacco Bans. Why should you fight tobacco control? Go read up on pellagra and niacin and nicotinic receptors. The pharma monopoly wants our access to niacin through supplements and food cut dramatically. You think those pictures of lung cancer look bad, look at the photos of pellagra, which is associated with a corn-fed diet. And we are corn-fed people. You may need a cigarette, cigar, or pipe when you're done finding out the strange truth about how important niacin/nicotinic acid and tobacco are. Ask yourself is it really withdrawal when one quits tobacco, or is it deficiency of nicotinic acid? Is a tobacco ban really Pharma monopoly and control of our access to nicotinic acid? Yes. There is nothing moral or healthy about smoking bans.

*Join Toast Masters. This group of diverse people will help in a fun way to teach public speaking and in mastery of one's self even when nervous.

*Use the Written Word. All of the great pamphleteers of the past have written, usually anonymously. There is a growing movement against anonymity, claims that it is dishonest and a sign of fear in the author. This is a lie. Anonymous authors are difficult to catch and shut up. Daniel Defoe wrote anonymously and when found out he was put in the stocks. The citizens had loved what he wrote and showered him in flowers instead of refuse while he was displayed in the stocks. America's founding fathers wrote anonymously, as well as a few brave souls during IG Farben/Hitler's reign.

*Beware the Temptation to Join Mass Movements. Throughout history these mass groups of people have been used for bad purposes, thinking it was for good. A mass of people are easy to herd, easy to use, easy to blame, easy to catch. Mass movements distract from the real issues and solutions. If the individuals in mass movements would disperse back to their homes and towns and act there they would accomplish more and be more of a threat to corporate monopoly. A mass movement is a flood.

*Be A Spark. A raindrop cannot drown the land, but a spark can set a fire. A pebble dropped in the pond sends out wider and wider waves. Go be a spark at your local church potluck, shock a few people. Go sit down at the local bar and talk to the person next to you. The great movers and shakers of history have gone amongst the people living and working in the community, getting to know them, showing them they care. Every single day, be interested and interesting to those around you.

*Be Not Be Consumed With Hate. You lose and the enemy wins if one becomes bitter. Love is not wimpy and spineless. Let the love of freedom and mankind fuel all work, not hate. Love works harder than hate. Love is tougher and more resilient than hate. Love and compassion look really good when combating evil, which always pretends it acts in love; but tries to create emotional, hateful, frustrated outbursts from those it seeks to paint as "terrorists."

*Be Creative and Keep A Sense of Humor. Give those prudes funded by Pharmaceutical grants the other cheek, the full moon.

*Support the Local Rebellious Business Owner. Are they breaking the tobacco ban or other ban? Have they been fined by the local Pharma/Health Department? Go patronize them even if you'd rather stay home and aren't allowed to smoke indoors. If you don't drink, buy a couple drinks for someone else and tip the bartender. Conversely, was there a bar or business owner who supported the tobacco ban, and mysteriously happened to come across enough money for a high class renovation while campaigning for a smoke-free environment? Boycott that business and tell everyone why. Make new friends if your friends snub you for not joining them in patronizing that business.

*Support An Indian Casino, Hotel, or Tobacco Manufacturer. If we're not allowed to do these things off the reservation, then we need to show that off-reservation bans increase business on them. Show the State what they're losing. Indian tobacco manufacturers represent that smaller, more accountable, local, less monopoly business. Big Business doesn't mean corporate/state monopoly. It means success and quality. Also, the Tobacco Settlement gag order on defending tobacco doesn't apply to First Peoples. Their voice may defend those off the reservation and income derived from those off the reservation. If we belatedly defend the First People's rights, not by pushing for federal welfare, but by encouraging and requesting tobacco, grass-fed meat, non-patented produce, and so forth, we will boost their economy (which the State is afraid of) and preserve important sources of nicotinic acid which are primarily supplied by good meat and tobacco.

*Recharge. We are not machines. Go fishing, take a walk, work in the garden, stare at clouds, play the guitar, find a lover, eat a pleasurable food, build something, have a barbecue, read a work of fiction, enjoy silence. These are moments of being human and often when wonderful and unexpected knowledge is gained. It's not wrong, it's not lazy to enjoy life and have pleasures.

*Buckle Down And Remember Freedom Is MORE Important Than Money. There is no money without freedom. Freedom is not freedom if the rights of certain groups are trampled upon for the despotic "rights" of another group. Freedom is not free. It's priceless. The only monopoly America should strive for is a monopoly of liberty for all. Slavery to the State and to "Health Care" is not liberty or freedom to be born, live, or die as one chooses.

Keeping the Temple

The Bard has been feeling a bit rebellious and wondering if....

If the body is a temple, whose temple is it? Does it belong to the owner or to a chain of temples, like a fast food chain in which each temple is designed in nearly the same design as the place down the road and serves up the exact same frozen meat briquettes, "toasted" buns, rehydrated onion and shake mix?

If I, the inheritor of this temple own it and don't want to join a franchise, then I should be able to run things as I please, organizing the feast days, the alms giving, and requirements for entry into the Holy of Holies.

Who exactly has decided what the rules for my temple are? Who has said it should look a certain way and what rules it should follow and who has decided what foods, music, and people are permitted within its sacred walls?

Of course,very often the answer is that we're each to be part of the Judeo-Christian group and that God has set the rules and design and has told us how to design the building and how to operate it. The Bard doesn't dispute that God set the patterns out, but the Bard disputes that his temple must conform to a uniform human ideal, for the Bard has not been designed to conform to the uniform ideal, and when he has tried he finds himself a sad and dark temple full of false idols cluttering up his space. He finds himself spending too much time and money buying costumes and other acceptable regalia for the grand boredom of being preached at. And after that he has to prove his pockets are empty by pulling them out and placing the last bit of lint in the offering plate.

Once, when the Bard attended a great temple gathering and all the lint had been placed in the plate a great grey-blue lint cow appeared and we all bowed down to worship it. Moses asked the pastor in charge of the flock what had happened and the pastor said he had no idea. It didn't taste too well when we were forced to eat it. Lint doesn't melt in the mouth the same way that cotton candy does, and on the other end it reminds one of what an owl expectorates.

Of late there has been much talk about other people's temples. Females in leadership roles are even accusing their own beautiful daughters of being fat, somehow hoping that this motherly love will inspire the rest of us to look at all thin children and do the same. If the particular Great Mother I have in mind believes her children are fat, then each of us must be fat too. Perhaps, we've all been blind, imagining that what we see is thin when in reality it is fat. Or perhaps, we are being asked to conform to someone else's "reality."

Anyway, this zealous interest in other people's temples is getting carried away. Who cares? And whose business is it to care? Not mine, not yours. Well, it's somebody's and they must be planning on making a mint on accusing people of the sin of eating. Everyone eats. We're all dependent, addicted, and habituated to food. We're all guilty of the sin, and we all have gathered in little circles to pass the cake and cookies and get the giggles and mumble terms that addicts use, such as "Mmm. This is so good! Mmm. MMMM." And we've all displayed that strange sensation of rubbing our belly after Thanksgiving, or perhaps unbuttoned the top snap to let the pressure loose (a sign of a hardcore addict).

The ineffable state of New York wants a sin tax on carbonated beverages. According to these high priests of health, morals, and science this type of beverage is as dangerous as smoking, and alcohol. Somehow, when something is labelled a "sin" it makes it okay to tax it and ban it from privately owned temple use.

The Bard doesn't believe any state should make money from something if it's considered a sin. Why would those who don't agree with smoking, alcohol, and now pop want to benefit from the bad habits of others? The Bard doesn't believe in taking dirty money for his benefit. Of course, the bard doesn't believe that tobacco, alcohol, or pop are impure; but he doesn't believe the government should benefit from supposedly bad habits.

The Bard thinks that the problem of sin and habits would be eradicated if people were banned, rather than the things they ingest and do. Hitler called this the Final Solution. Of course, then the governments of our states would not have any funding for their programs, but then, they wouldn't need the money because the problems would all be solved, finally they would be effective.

Ideally, the Bard would like it if people not respectful of his temple would stop standing outside demanding their right to entry. He doesn't stand at their gates yelling and screaming about his rights to enter into their temples, or how their temple practices harm his temple practices.

If....if the body is a temple, then it is mine and it is holy. Stop desecrating it with heathen practices and idols, stop eating up my stores, or I may have to send for my temple-home's rightful master. Can I weave and unweave much longer? Beware of the beggar that returns for his Penelope, his Bride.

image: John William Waterhouse, Penelope and the Suitors (1912)

COP15: Primordial Flood Fear

Those gathered in Denmark for the COP15 are displaying an inordinate fear of water and an unhealthy dislike of foliage and fire.

Perhaps, the Danes have an ingrained fear of water due to their age-old battle against it. They've been holding it back for centuries, building dykes and draining it with their spectacular windmills. It's in their blood. Tulip speculating is in their blood too, and we remember that with sidewise fondness and bywords of derision.

The dark and damp depths of the Great Flood run strong throughout COP15. It is a bit wet and wintery in Copenhagen this time of year. The duck ponds in the Great White Circle around Bella Center welcome with more water as the delegates enter.

Then there is the horror flick "Please help the world," in which the children flee from the rain storm into the dark confines of their tall and aesthetically devoid apartments where the rain looms against the windows as they watch televisions which show the horrors of global warming. Then, after an evening of healthy fear from the screen get tucked in for a nightmare.

And again, that nasty water appears. The little girl clings to a dead tree (again, that dislike of healthy trees) while the water rages inland and beneath her little feet.

Then, there are the displays of melting glaciers and the talk of rising sea levels. Yet in all this fear of water and cold grayness, there seems to be no light or fire. How can the water be rising if there is no light, warmth, or fire? Where is the sun in this land? Perhaps, the sun must be avoided because it would bring up the idea that there are other causes of global warming outside of mankind.

And fire, it must not be spoken of amongst those of cold heart. They may melt. Fire is absolute and dangerous. It warms and brightens. Fire takes the edge off of damp souls and warms us enough to be limber for love and joy.

COP15 is a grand display of those afraid of the dark and cold, the flood and the reasons for it hidden in the shadows of their nightmares, haunting them, becoming larger than life. The Flood, a deep memory, something to face, something to overcome.

Until those gathered at COP15 can grasp the branches of a live tree, find a tall mountain, and grasp more securely to their old faith and fidelity they will not survive the watery apocalypse they so fear. Nor will they survive the fiery one they dare not speak of.

And for, heaven's sake when will the preachers of the world stop using children as an emotional vehicle? When will we grow up?

image: Sea of Galilee by Rembrandt

The Breathe of Life

And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and the man became a living being (Genesis 2:7)

And this is the moment carbon dioxide (CO2) is first expelled into the perfect earth, the moment the glaciers begin melting and polar bears begin floating on stray islands of ice.

There is a bit of folk wisdom that says talking to a plant will make it grow faster. Most likely, it is not so much the vibrations of speech which the plant loves, but the breathe which contains CO2, not to mention one who talks to a plant is also attentive to its needs.

But it has been agreed upon by supposedly educated and well-meaning adults in positions of power that CO2 is now a toxin which must be condemned.

It is difficult for me to comprehend the logic. How is it that the world must unite to protect plant and animal life from irresponsible human encroachment and use, but also claim that the very thing plants rely on for energy is now dangerous?

If plants do not get enough light, water, or CO2 they don't grow. And if plants don't grow animals die. Polar bears will die without herbivores to chew on, not to mention that plants expel oxygen as a "waste" product, which is what humans and animals breathe.

Is it possible that what is really meant by lowering CO2 emissions is the death of all that breathes?

There does seem to be an arrogance forming in the ponds of "No Man's Land," in the Great White Circle around Bella Center in Copenhagen where the big UN is meeting for the Climate Change Conference (COP15).

It seems, judging from the three plastic-lined ponds in the Great White Circle of rocks, rocks, and more rocks at Bella Center's entrance that the breathe of life will only be blowing upon the pond that symbolizes those chosen few meeting inside and the air they will be huffing.

There are three lonely ponds erected in the landscape. One pond is full of water and leaves which are in various stages of decay, which most likely represents the humous pile of history and lives used as compost for the great one's gardens.

There is another plastic-lined pool which has a cloud made of 1800 metres of recycled water spewing forth into it. This represents the daily Dane (Flemming Rafn Thomsen, Head of Design, SLA).

And then there is the special pond, full of white chalk stones, which will be the one that catches the wind, the spirit of inspiration, causing its surface to froth, and turn "milky."

I suppose, that those not part of the compost pond may be symbolized by the Great White Circle of rocks.

It is not clear as to how those gathered at COP15 will get the breathe of life/inspiration blown upon them if no religion is allowed. Perhaps, there is a new pantheon of gods being developed, from which the breathe will be gotten. Perhaps, they think to make themselves gods and demi-gods, giving birth to a new dawn, a new Olympus, an new order.

Vanity of vanities...All is vanity

The Singularity of The Storyteller

This is an old post that never was posted (but is now!), and often contradicts itself:

"Homer shows that, as genius ebbs, it is the love of storytelling that characterizes old age" (Longinus)

Does this indicate that genius is only youthful emotion and passion? And if storytelling is a sign of the aged genius, then does that mean a population that does not age or respect age does not have stories or listen to stories? Does this mean that fishermen (those that tell tall tales) are old men at heart?

When old men tell stories they usually recount events of their youth, the stories of their actions and genius. Perhaps, old age is the reliving of the events without the physical aspect.

Could we say that our modern culture is old because it wants to live in its virtual memory, rather than participate physically? Is it possible to begin backwards without first having physically made the story? Is this why we have few stories these days, because we have not lived a story, which makes our virtual reality a nowhere and a never been?

And where are the youthful geniuses? Does a time see its genius, or does it require the old men to look back and see them, remember them?

Ah, but did Homer live the stories he told? Does the teller live the story or only tell it?

And furthermore, if our genius is stored in technological databases who will tell the tale? A computer, a robot, an avatar does not tell stories no matter how advanced. For what does a computer have to overcome if they are not flesh? Even technology, is not above the human desire to overcome the flesh, even it is ruled by this compulsion, for this is the achievement that preeminent "singularity" preachers hope to attain.

Those that desire to twine technology into the human body desire to overcome the earthly rules of flesh, to resurrect frozen fathers, and live forever. They are not so much conquerors, but fearful of the end of the story, afraid of the great Bema in the Sky. Afraid of the moment when they must stand before the witnesses who tell their story for them. At that moment all technology will malfunction, and be overcome by the flesh. The story will win, while the wires wither.

"Everywhere I go I see people poking away at their little mental support units" (Dmitry Orlov, "Definancialisation, Deglobalisation, Relocalisation")