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Get On With It
2003-01-30 - 9:05 p.m.


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I find myself in a conflict of convictions.

I am a student of the times, as are we all, forced to be so by the rhetoric of paranoia that surrounds life these days, and I understand these things well.

Personally, I am disgusted by the status quo and the state of affairs.  I believe it is reprehensible that we can turn on forms of mass media and hear callous discussion as to "taking someone out" as the lingo goes.  Any form of violence is wrong.

Indeed, the code words that thrill through the lexicon are dubiously noted.  "Regieme change" means a whole lot more than it sounds, bubba.  Terms like "The Patriot Act" will mean much more to you when you wake up with the FBI domestic spy team sitting on your chest asking about downloads on your computer from suspicious places.   Then you have an idea of the level of paranoia I speak of, especially after being in jail for a year sans arraingment.

It is a bitter pill to swallow, and being swamped in such bullshit, I feel compelled to look to the other side of the hill. 

However against the loss of life I am, and there is no redress for the amount of innocent Iraqi blood that will be spilled,  I find myself being worn down.  Nothing anyone does or says will not change the course of the ship of state at this point.  Absolutely nothing.

And I look to the bright side. 

As brutal as the Roman Empire was, after periods of imperialist action, great periods of peace and prosperity followed.  Look at some of the more militaritic leaders, Marcus Araelieus, Trajan, Constantine.  While it garnered perhaps less notice than their militaristic triumphs and sometimes inhumane treatment of rogue states and "barbarians", indubitoubly there followed great periods of stability.

And while our current leader has all the morals of a raccoon trapped in a peanut butter factory, i find myself saying, "get on with it."

There is no going back from the stance he's chosen, and the diplomatic angle is a charade.  When one makes the logistcal choices he's made, one does not alter course.  The amount of money and man hours laid out right now would stagger most nations defense budgets, and washington is just getting warmed up.

In the end, its all about money.  FDR is dead and Jefferson liked to fuck his slaves.  Poor Sally Hemmings, whispering into his ear as Thommy thrust into her again and again, "them boys in the field, they ain't pullin' they's weight."

Whoops.  Little off track, other than to say that they are few and far between, those that act in principle above us.

I hear of deployments to strange lands.  The horn of Africa.  The philipenes.  More is happening than we know here in the homeland, and the propaganda machine started spinning and hissing at such a high feverish pitch so long ago that it is difficult in the extreme to tell exactly what is happening.

Would that we could all live in a society free from violence and persecution.  Free from puppets of corporate interests that sell our hearts and souls and minds, which do not belong to them, and hold our father's and son's lives to be worth less than a barrel of oil.

Were that these things were true, but its not.

Perhaps never will be so.

We are all captive to the agenda of the corporations.  There is no democracy, other than voting for two puppets attatched to the same Man.

Get on with it.

Get on with it. 

I feel like a child waiting for its beating, counting the hours until dinnertime.

I hate waiting to get beaten.


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