Apr 1, 2010

Thought for an afternoon without rain...

Poppet Bush broke the old order.

Barack Jesus Reagan just got started building up a new one.

Conspiracy?

Nyet, tovarisches.

For profit, did Poppet break the old order's back - profit in the conquering and losing of Mesopotamia, of tax cuts timed with endless war time spending. With Part D and the final shiv between the ribs, the monetizing of the federal secretariats. The already coming end of the Westphalian age got a boost, but it started to unravel way back with Mao.

Westphalia's time has passed.

Enter Captain Peace Prize, sweet Barack Jesus Reagan.

Again, no conspiracy. We hoi polloi had had enough, taking change all serious like, and even giving credence to Latino labor sentiment. And though they'd put us down in a pinch, the Wall Streeters and Colorado Springers still need us to float some debt and buy, buy, buy. Or at least fork out enough in the user fees and payroll taxes to fund the gutting of the Commons, to bring it to it's bitter end.

Barack, the pacifier, the change agent, shifting swiftly from sloganeer to "sell out," whale killing, oil drilling, brown children blood spilling, taking back the hope and giving us the hopium.

Seducer man, giving away the dope, later to charge for it. The price: just a little compromise, every now and then. And then some more. Until we cheer what we condemned, and our moral sense resembles mad cow brain three minutes before the moment of death.

But, soon they can afford to spring clear of us, these new Corporate men, get us an easy dole and lifetime subsistence, effect the transformation of the last dregs of the Commons into a full time market spectacle, hoodooing us along until we reach our dead ending, so much fodder, so many lumped and lacking even proletarian sense.

What next?

Monkey wrench it, comrades. Go bizarre and unwieldy. Grow like mold and find the cracks, the spaces between the tiles. Press and press, and keep on fragmenting, keep on changing, red queen the Red Queen and bring Hob Robin back to play the aces.

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