Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!” Hmmm, Those peace loving Israelis just blew up a shopping center and killed a whole lot of people who thought a cease fire was on. Wait! What's this? The IDF is investigating. Well now, that should chill out all the heat in the room. I remember when one of these lovely fellows shot a ten year old girl with a backpack; probably had little stuffed animals hanging from it... and following that, this defender of the realm and an employee of Crime Syndicate Banker Nation then trotted over to her writhing form and emptied his clip into her, or, as they like to call it, “confirming the kill.” Not everyone can shoot ten year old girls in cold blood, or fourteen year old girls hanging their laundry on rooftops but when you are an Israeli and you work for a regime that stole a country away from the people you are genociding, it's all in a days work. From what I remember, nothing happened to the fellow. He might have gotten a promotion. He certainly got some sort of compensation for having to suffer so much bad press and... if that's not justice then uh... uh... hmmm.
Some of us have hearts that are more than physical pumps for the blood supply and some of us have no hearts at all. Some of us aren't human. I was reading recently where 'someone' said, 'most of the Israelis oppose the killing and occupation'. This is not true. Most of them support it big time. During Operation Cast Lead, 94% supported it. I doubt much has changed from there to Operation Protective Edge of Darkness, which is the present ritual, religious sacrifice being ceremonially engaged in. Shitwityahoo just called up 16,000 reserves. Yeehaw!!! Smoke em cowboy!
You probably think this is overkill. You probably think this ceaseless murder of women and children, along with men defending a disappearing landscape with antique weapons, sticks, rocks; against one of the most cutting edge military forces on Earth, is all in a days work. Some of you might wonder at the naked carnage and banned weapons, in a conflict based on a triple kidnapping that had nothing to do with the people being blown to pieces. You don't have to wonder. We are not dealing with human beings here. We are dealing with monsters and though it seems unnecessary and inappropriate for the cosmos to press these creatures into acting out and demonstrating what they are, apparently it is necessary to do this in order to wake the world up; good luck with that! Shitwityahoo probably ordered the killing of those 3 teenagers in the first place.
Someone wrote in to tell me that Putin's mother is Jewish and I should know what that means. I'm guess he got that info from this article, which is attributed to an easily (not so) identifiable source known as Russian Patriot. If you search hard and look beyond the first couple of pages in the search engines, you come up with a whole lot of conjecture, which amounts to squat and which is designed to vilify Putin. Please look at the comments below the article. I don't know if Putin is part Jewish or Lemurian, Doberman or Spider Monkey (or all of the above) and I don't care. Despite the fact that it can look that way these days, all Jews are not bad. Lucky for me, in my life, I've met some number of fantastic people who happen to be Jews. Some of them saved my ass more than once, with no desire for payback beyond the good karma it will certainly bring them. So I don't give a flying uh... whatever is supposed to follow that. I don't give a (fill in the blanks) whether someone is Jewish or not, all I care about is what Jesus said, “By their works ye shall know them”.
This is a world of deception. What? You didn't know that? Yeah... the world is a constantly reproducing visible lie, identified by appearances, which are a cover for something they wiggle and belly dance in front of. The degree to which these appearances influence your idea of reality is based on the thickness of the Samskara scarves tied around your head and over your eyes. The main job of Mr. Apocalypse is to tear those scarves away from your eyes, so that you might see things as they are; “I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see.” Along with this duty at which he is ceaselessly employed, is his other duty of ripping the covers off of everything that is hidden behind something that looks like something other than what it is. Tearing the Samskaras from your eyes, through the methodology of some experience of personal revelation, or tearing the covers off of deceptive appearances through personal trauma, or the reverse for either, is another big part of Mr. Apocalypses job description.
What are we to take away from the idea of a Mr. Apocalypse, or failing at the ability to picture such a being, what do we take away from the concept of an apocalypse? Where would such a thing come from? It appear to be some kind of seasonal event; not as frequent as Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter but no less routine despite that. What are we to make of certain images that repeat themselves in the great art presently hanging in large buildings, to be found in any city past a certain size? What do we make of (what any halfway intelligent person can hardly avoid seeing) the strange conflict between the way things appear and the way they actually are? What do we make of powerful individuals lying all the time? Would any truly powerful individual have to lie? What do we make of the world wide pandemic of billions obsessed with the acquisition of material goods? What do we make of various other pandemics waiting in the wings? What do we make of strange weather and natural disasters... especially the truly large ones looming over the baked agricultural fields, along with 20 million gallons of water roiling up from a broken pipe under Sunset Strip (during a water crisis)? Isn't that the same Sunset Strip (“Kookie, kookie, lend me your comb”) where the sewage boiled up on to the red carpet not so long ago?
There are various ways you can see it all. You can figure that this is just Planet Pinball and however the random back and forth goes down, that's how it winds up. Then again, how does that explain the fact of history repeating itself? You can ascribe it all to an invisible fat cat with a long white beard and a really stern demeanor, who waves a big wand over everything and controls everything according to his personal whimsey of the moment. Or... you can say that there is more than meets the eye and ear and that, though we are not able to apprehend it, there seems to be some kind of symmetry to it all. Some people take things on faith, with no provocation to prove or disprove any of it. They heard something and they believed it and that's that. Some people take things on faith and also submit it all to ruthless analysis and testing. Some people believe whatever they are told from one day to the next, even when these conflict to an absurd degree but we don't have to concern ourselves with that group and they aren't much concerned about themselves either. Whatever happens to them, no one is going to remember them anyway.
There are some people who only believe what serves to advance their self interest. There are people who think if you worship the devil you'll be like bros and homies. Somewhere on this planet is a representation of every possible perspective and belief. Believing something doesn't make it so and not believing it does not make it not so. It is what it is if it is.
We've been told by some that we are all dreaming. I submit that it is the essential being within that is dreaming and we are the dream it is having. Sometimes it wakes up inside of you while you are still tooling around the place and that more or less changes everything for you from then on. You'll never be the same again and neither will the world you are moving through. Infection is not an, all the time, negative. What about infectious laughter? I submit that there are some number of reversed Typhoid Marys moving around among us and that is something I aspire to. It would be great to have something powerful and intoxicating, possibly invisible that can be communicated to passing life forms, not necessarily comprehended at the moment of transference but at some point up the road. We all leave our mark on each other. This whole world is a walking wounded field hospital of the victims of each other. In some cases the grievous injury took place too long ago to remember but the bad attitude that followed after is still following after; looking for someone else to do it to. We all leave our mark on each other. We are all an influence. We are each like a kind of weather that we bring into the lives of others; given that one gets that there are others about and that that means anything at all.
Some say 'this' is important and some say 'that' is important and whatever it is that anyone thinks is important, they are probably getting after that in some way or another. The greater the collective that thinks any particular thing is important, the greater the temporary cachet that attends it. I was looking at some of the paintings that are considered to be of great value. Some of these paintings are worth tens and hundreds of millions of dollars, according to what people are willing to pay for them. Try as I might, I could not get into the mood. I lack something, obviously, because I could care less about having any of them and that goes for just about anything that can be bought and sold. Most of the time I don't get it. I just don't.
'Mr Apocalypse is Coming' will feature on a forthcoming Visible album, sometime in 2014
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The Curious Tale of Ash and The Whine
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