Why America Must Die, Reason #243

"In Germany, they came first for the Communists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;
And then they came for the trade unionists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;
And then they came for the Jews, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;
And then . . . they came for me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up."

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The Purpose of jobs is to humiliate you and destroy the lives of people. They are thieves of the human soul.

"I'm sorry, but I love my job. It is fulfilling and wonderful and I love the sense of purpose it gives me. I'm sorry if things aren't working out for you but you just can't go around shoving your own situation onto other people. Just because things aren't working out for you doesn't give you the right to force your ideas on everybody else. My job feeds my soul and feeds my family. I just don't know how anyone can talk like you do. You just want to destroy everything and for what? Don't be ruining my life because you aren't happy with yours. You can't go around in life thinking only of yourself. Try having a social conscience!"

After the layoff:

"How am I supposed to feed my family? Why do I have to die? What did I do wrong? I loved my job and did it well and it made the world a better place. This is not right!!!"

Glad your job did not humiliate you and destroy your life. Enjoy the dignity of starvation and homelessness. Maybe because you loved your job so much you thought that made you a responsible person and nothing would - or should - happen to you. Obviously, you thought wrong. And now it's time to die - with no recourse.

Why? Because you were silent. You said nothing when others lost their jobs. Your silence condones the killing. When others died you said it was terrible on one hand then said money must decide our lives on the other. Which is it? If money can only be fair and just then its consequences can only be the same. (And if it's not fair and just, why keep it?) You know money worship is a lie but you didn't care as long as you yourself were safe. You took the bribe and called it fine. You pushed your own situation onto others. Just because things are working out for you doesn't give you the right to force your ideas on everybody else. Try having a social conscience!

Who among us calls for change? Or do you say this is the only way even amidst this suffering - and the suffering to come? The silence that saves your job now will be the sword used against you later - and I pity you not. Ours is to question why - and we better do it now before it's too late. You really think you have a choice?

"Whoever tries to keep his life shall lose it,
and whoever loses his life will preserve it."
-Jesus Christ

Homeless Haiku Valentine

Paradise knocking
Angry soul lets no one touch
Knocks never again


Castle's prison walls
For hiding love, they will scold!
Cuts the ringing phone


Silence drives to street
Broken dreams with beggar's hand
None can love me now


Laughing through his tears
Pathetic desperate clown
Logs onto Salon


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You want sustainability? You can't HANDLE sustainability!

Things will be better after we crucify him!
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"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
-Jesus Christ

That Jesus guy, what a moron! Didn't he know that any good socio-economic systems must appeal to human greed in order to be successful? Didn't he have any second thoughts up on that cross, thinking "Hey, it really is dog-eat-dog around here!"? Didn't this unpragmatic dreamer ever realize his words have no real world application?

But do you want to bet your life Jesus was a liar?

Doesn't matter, you already have.

On some level, everyone recognizes that fact and most have joined the AHAF (Assholes Have A Future) theocracy. These evangelical maniacs are everywhere! Their propaganda goes something like this: "We only need to do [simple solution] and all will be fine!" "If we ain't dead now, we ain't ever gonna be!" "I may be an asshole but I'm not really!"

Let's examine that last one. This is from the same people who brought you global warming:

Several hundred thousand child soldiers

World's richest country invades weaker country for oil

Families evicted for failing to please our money god

American Idol (you godless bastards!)

That ain't fog, folks.

I hear God blamed for the state of our planet. They say He either doesn't exist or doesn't care. If that is so, then who do we have left to blame for our condition?

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Through my bloodied eyes
I've seen both your life and death;
Don't lie to me now.
Science is the new religion. It is to us what church religion was 1,000 years ago: the vehicle by which all things will be saved (isn't it lovely to think so?). Religion allows us to ignore our sins, pretend we have a future even if we don't and keeps our eye off the ball: to truly save ourselves. There is no scientific (or political or monetary or whatever) solution to our problems, only a moral one. Immorality ruins all in the end.

Some people - poor ignorant bastards that they are - tell me I'm naive and haven't been around the block. That's OK, I understand the need to comfort oneself, to make up myopic utopias (I do it every day while shitting on the toilet). But I am more than willing for history to be my judge. And when that day comes - when the abuse has gone on too long and it's too late for anything - they will not be saying, "Why didn't they listen to Harry Homeless?" But they will be saying, "Why didn't they listen to their conscience?"

Listen, and understand. The truth really is good news:

An Ancient Smell

I smelled an ancient smell today - and I shivered. Don't know where it came from or what it could have been. But the feeling of sickening dread and chilling fear it engendered in me was a terror I had never felt before. If despair has a smell, then this was it.

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Foul stench of battlefield rot
Pukes into my nostril;
The tears of what men have wrought
Makes man so very hostile.

An Ancient Smell is this
Of blackened blood and piss;
With mine own eyes I saw
True reach of the devil's claw.

In the heat of human fury
Lies a baring of the soul;
'Tis insanity to hurry
One's fate to the buried hole.

High crimes and misdemeanors
I made my daily bread;
I tortured all the screamers
And filled the rest with dread.

Hell's child channels his wrath
Staining flowers with bloody bath;
Wallowing in the dreams I spilt,
Thinking of the dead man's guilt.

Running up to mountain streams
To cleanse me of my victims' screams;
The Tree and Rock and Holy River
Give chilling pause to consider.

Fallen soldiers are the leaves,
Disconnected from the trees;
Barren cold, the branches die
Never to feel the living sky.

A thousand lifetimes finally ends
No more chances to make amends;
I spread my arms out to the wind,
Fearing of the times I sinned.

Dreams of loss run down my cheek
Believing in the love I seek;
Time comes for me to die
The apple of no one's eye.

Cry not if I'm ripped asunder,
My heart did surely rape and plunder;
Nature's heaven calls me back
For the breaking of my back.

Ghosts of killings past
Take revenge and hold me fast;
I know this Ancient Smell
Comes to claim my soul for hell.
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Everything we are will never die...

Ode To The Fruity Pebble

"Yummy!"

Oh, yon Fruity Pebble
Glinting as a Flintsone;
Now the box is empty
And I am left to moan.

And yes it is true
I could go to the store;
But they hiss and sneer,
Call me a Pebble Whore.

Without the holy Pebble
I am just a fraud;
For it's known across the Land
To be the food of God.

"Infidels all!"

Yes, I know there's others -
Cocoa, Flake and Crunch;
But only one is true!
None else shall I munch!

Vicious neighbors come
Peeking through my window;
They see I've lost the touch
When I play Nintendo.

"Oh Dear God, Please help me!"
In my pain I cried.
"Without Your holy food
"I'll be crucified!"

"Corn Flakes are evil!"

"I've been your holy slave!"
"Done nothing that I wanted!"
"And the holy Pebble
"I have always vaunted!"

In this my darkest hour
I heard the call of Raisin Bran;
Thinking in my head,
"I must become a man!"

As my hand reached up
To touch the great unknown;
I knew my holy cover
Was surely to be blown.

"Should I??"

I trembled in my fright,
Knowing what they would say;
"He did love the Pebble
"And now he must pay!"

I stared at the Bran
Just sitting in my bowl;
Knowing I must ingest
If I'm to save my soul.

But then I heard a sound,
A crackling from outside;
My beating heart pounded,
Hoping for my pride.

"God love I!"

"Oh, now I know it's true!
"The true God do love I!"
For all around me fell
Pebble from the sky!

A stripped off all my clothes
And stuffed my holy face;
I've got Pebble religion!
I'm free from all disgrace!

What Are My Rights?

Do I have the right to live in a world I can trust?

Do I have the right to walk down the street naked unharmed?

Do I have the right to dream if it makes no money?

Did Jesus have the right not to be crucified?

Did we have the right to invade Iraq?

Did we have the right to FUBAR this planet?*

Does anyone have the right to run another's life?

Does one have the right to self-abuse?

Does a man have the right to live without a woman?
(answer known)

Do I have the right to pervert my art to my own ends?
("May I borrow five pound and two?
"I must pay my debts to Mama Lou.
"If this thing you can do,
"I'll write a lovely poem for you?")

Do I have the right to be free of the supervisor who fears my intelligence?

Do I have the right to avoid good films if they show relationships I can't have?

And most importantly: Do I have the right to eat the goddam Fruity Pebbles bought especially for me because everyone knows those are my favorite but Insomniac Bastard gets up early and devours them all when his favorite is Frosted Flakes and there's plenty of those but noooooooo he has to eat my shit?**


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The answer, my friend
Is NOT blowing in the wind.
So ask yourself.
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From American Gigolo,
a vastly under-rated psychological film:

Detective Sunday
Doesn't it ever bother you, Julian?

Julian Kaye
What?

Detective Sunday
What you do.

Julian Kaye
Giving pleasure to women?
I'm supposed to feel guilty?

Detective Sunday
But it's not legal.

Julian Kaye
Legal is not always right.
Men make laws.
Sometimes they're wrong.
They're stupid...or jealous.

Detective Sunday
And you know better?

Julian Kaye
Some people are above the law.

Detective Sunday
How do these people know who they are?

Julian Kaye
They know.
They ask themselves.


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Footsie notes:

(*This is a question that separates children from adults. Well-fed children will write you lovely, self-serious essays on how great our future will be. We adults know better than to subscribe to such cynicism.

** Yeah, yeah - this is what was really bugging me...)

Jive Talkin'!

This is for all my

jive-talkin' pseudo-intellectual
ain't-been-around-the-block-but-think-you-effectual
world-shaking-head-rattlin' too-scared-to-care-sabre-rattlin'
knife-licking-boot-licking-i.e.-lie-licking-cry-kicking
gun-runnin'-self-runnin' never-saw-the-end-comin'
never-gonna-feel-ya-if-I-never-gotta-see-ya
stinking-up-the-toilet-cuz-the-maid-will-have-to-toil-it
frying-dying-grinning-with-your-uptight-winning
floatin'-on-helium chewin'-on-lithium
gritting-all-your-life-masturbating-in-your-wife
party-on-the-pardon-for-all-your-hard-heartin'
story-telling-mind-spelling in-your-ear-yelling
fightin'-for-glory-cuz-the-world-is-so-whorey
always-feeling-hardy-cuz-I-got-my-Maserati
laughing-on-the-inside-hurting-on-the-outside
no-dancing no-chancing never-romancing
hatin'-on-the-dove-cuz-you-never-had-your-love
amazing-all-faux-friends your-putting-on-a-show-friends
hiding-all-the-split-ends-so-God-will-make-amends

friends:

Eat it, bitches!