With all that’s been said and [not] done, how else does one express the feeling one gets while watching a documentary like Shock Doctrine? The level of awareness + the level of obliviousness = what? To watch this madness, to know it has occurred, that one shares the world with those who would be the purveyor of said, and to rest on ones evolution of ineffectuality? How does one respond? Who hasn’t had a moment of loathing so foul as to picture brains evacuating the back of one’s head or an unpulled ripcord ..or a swim too far into the horizon, before reconsidering the value of immediate life and responsibility---how should I respond? With a small caliber rifle and a clock tower? Rubbish! A blue milk crate stand in the bad company of heavy pedestrian traffic? Mumble-mumble. A letter to my congressman (jeeez!). How about an op-ed piece amidst a sea of talking point bulletins amidst rivers of VERY well-articulated sums of educated buts & rebuttals on the topics of economics, sociology and the political sciences, within a blatant (not even on the hush-hush anymore) class war---that word ‘war’ being tossed around so loosely anymore? ..It’s been done, and by those far more well-read than I. Not that I haven’t tried. & in so doing, then what? What are we exposed to in the interim…as the machine rumbles onward oblivious to its own stink, shaving years…decades off our potential for any sort of truly meaningful above board portend of enlightenment? If you believe otherwise then let ‘er rip. I’m paying attention. But if you intellectualize any further on the topic without providing some truly effective lawful recourse then who really are you satisfying? (I was once acquainted with a kid who had cut & burn scars all up her outer thighs like hash marks marking time into the cave of her oblivion…& we never did reach her…even though her eyes sometimes asked to be reached. Reaching her always triggered her most venomous defenses. OH, the brutality she must’ve seen before being removed from one bad place into an alternate desolate set of circumstances, among too many equally abandoned victims of a shit money world was once a place of mutual struggle for space, food, water, shelter, drums and procreation, in the company of ..paradise

, until some devil gave birth to a… nobleman ...& a duchess …& they gave birth to a businessman ...with a boat …and some henchmen.)

How else does one express the depth of true cornered angst that one bleeds in the company of certain facts

…and ...the ...bleat goes on