I’m sorry, GM, did you say something?  I was busy living & I glazed over.  :O)

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That’s not fair, I know.  I’ll try to reply in earnest. 

You’re right:  Fuck the water, the air & the dirt. When she’s ready, she’ll shake us off.  & equally fuck the Constitution, when it’s gone it’s gone.  & fuck you & fuck me; no, fuck fuck for that matter; …it’s Orwell’s worst nightmare or bust.  & it’s okay, …so we’ll all be chained to the bloody corporate turnstile and have no annoying green stuff like trees and mountains and rivers to look at. Your greatest fears will come to pass & so will mine. All is numb-well here on the dirty western front…as we sing pub songs with Mick via the net.scam and poke ourselves with whittled sticks in order to remain off balance and on the scent of something unattainable. Because, as such, a direction to effect less industrialized turmoil is seen as simply a means to better chain the people, so then all well-meant notions, too, shall be seen as the same:  Incarceration. 

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No, that’s not fair either, I know.  I’ll try again to reply in earnest. 

Look, I’ve heard your point about the privileged chaining us all to the turnstile, GM.  When really really really cash rich people with wherewithal, who touch & taste & smell far more in a week than I do in a year, try to tell me that I need to cut back, to give up more of what I hold as self-evident, it feels like a wily end-game to me as well. These fatcat fuckers are pulling at us from all directions: Give up your human rights, give up your fast car, give up you’re A/C, give up your piles upon piles of trash, give up habeas corpus, due process, thought process, process of elimination, a little bit o’ rejuvenating privacy for fucks’ sakes, give it up, give it up, give it the fuck up!  & no doubt for their own means as well as perhaps some rare meaningful means.  I’m trying to gather the strength to get it right, right here in my own little space; it ain’t easy, it may not be possible anymore.  When liars & thieves rank the highest honors bestowed, how does “do the right thing” stack up…and where to begin?  Shit bro, it also triggers my bullshit meter when I read your posts, digging and digging for documented plot upon plot by the seeded powers that be, when you have clearly stated that everything, all existence, is all God’s plan.  Infallible, unchallengeable, indefatigable, perpetuated upon one book of words.  So, that known, one would believe you’d just tend to your sheep and let the parables unfold as they will.   But, good sir, you don’t…do you?  You exercise your inalienable free will…& with a vengeance.  & It makes you a cool guy; deadpan perhaps, but a worthy cat nonetheless.  

I simply want out from under the wildcatters’ thumb.  They’ve had their run…& they fucked it all up.  I don’t want to be pigeonholed a socialist or a communist or a free form writing rapt capitalist.  I don’t just click the keys, those words fit together with purpose more often than you may think.  & it’s no sweat that it don’t groove to you easily, GM, because often your posts are like stacking slats of cinderblock in fifteen degree weather to get through, …so it’s mutual.  The sun, even in the midst of the promise of entropy, does continue to shine each & everyday.  As far as life on this planet goes, it is a non-depletable resource that has been jumping up and down and waving day-glow orange flags @ the unqualified to make a logical decision for far too long now.  It’s time.  The oily black buffer liquid was a nifty trick, …it’s run it’s course.  The big fat rich are not going anywhere, so what are we to do?  Monk-out and pray beside the worms and butterflies and white panther?  Write rhetorical heretofore in a well-conceived fansite wherein some really well-thinking people gather‘round & post from time to time, when they can get through all of the thick-as-paste difficulties the site has encountered as of late?  Somewhere between you and SRB & inalienable FREE WILL lies a way….  I say we all agree on an exact moment in time, one that agrees with both the East & the West, to gather together with our personal beloveds and listen to tracks 8, 9 & 10 of TRIAGE…