As implausible as it may seem, I met that RifleCreed first hand as a bearly eighteen year old fringe city kid in top bunk in a squad-bay somewhere in SC, under wool blanket with a flashlight; awake past exhaustion I’m trying to memorize a literary pièce de résistance that even then read to me as nonsense.  On the other hand, I knew kids who were moved to thinking it was the most meaningful thing they had ever read. & now …maybe one or two of those guys are in charge of their own unit ~~ or dispatching police officers (that they trained) to your next peaceful protest.  & perhaps that’s a good thing or maybe not.   I mean there’s more to a paladin than a rifle creed, so law of averages suggests a few good…

But the manipulation of all by our “so-called” movers & shakers for sake of a few more top end profits cannot be measured in it’s ferocity; the many thousands who only know life by acts of ignorance &/or cruelty, the millions that know better but have acquiesced, here we all are now without much left of our recourse to the law  or  to be or not to be beside your sea to shining sea. 

Groovy, ain’t it, that the biggest assets on the planet GET to set the tone indefinitely?  & if those assets serve to destroy & rebuild and destroy again ... then to what ends?  (& if they’re not then please clue me in as to the real living vanguard of given to fly human will & wonder, because I get to feeling alone in the bigger picture.)  Even though well-read, well-meaning people from all walks have clearly noted how we are all responsible for the state of this country (world) & we have the power to change it, it doesn’t feel like we are all responsible anymore & it sure doesn’t feel like a means to change is actually within the grasp of most of us.  & certainly not while looking up a barrel of a gun or at the threat of incarceration, or convulsing zapped like a bug by a sentry with a badge, a taser, and the benefit of the doubt in a growing regulator state. 

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But there’s music, film, theatre, woodsides, & …the rare good pub or dive. 

So fuckit, live & let die. [Read some sarcasm into that irony.] …But why! 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeowFbvpu0U

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out.
It wears him out, it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted

All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.