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We see the black
skin of the R.U.F., Siad Barre, and Mohammed Farah Aidid. We see Rwanda, Chad, Darfur, Uganda, Kenyan
elections and Eldoret churches. Somalia is
hacking neighbors to death when paid some insignificant amount of money to
commit heinous crimes.
Education is a
life and death issue. When people are
not educated they are easily exploited and that is how we get violence and
conflict. The one educated kid is hope
for an entire family; pressure. Why even
try when there is no money for a secondary school? Why study by lamp oil when one cannot afford
land?
Nigerian
Pentecostal gospel pulpits vomit torture sentence accusations on witch-children
to prompt confessions. Helen Ukpabio and
the Liberty Gospel Church speak. See the
parade of machetes, alive-burials, acid splashed faces, rock-ankle drowning’s,
kerosene, fire, and barbed wire obliterate the possessed covens of six-year
olds. Pandemic poverty and environmental
contaminants pulse in rivers from Nigerian delta oil externalities blamed on
satanic witchcraft. Profiteering
exorcisms is done in the name of Christ.
KCPE scores are sent via texts
like lottery tickets to orphaned refugee children staring mothers in the face
praying for salvation. Killing assumes
its own life. Killing gun violence
multiplies like sperm-bullets fathering vengeance in the brothers and sons of
the deceased. Ethnic cleansing mops in
machine-gun Clorox. Bacterium bifurcates
in factions in Kikuyus and Luos. These
may be odd sounding names of other countries humans to melanin-deprived
ears. Pirates and torpedoes are sponsored
by foreign investment firms. Ignorance
is the breeding ground for intolerance, misinformation, and violence.
A
Tunisian fruit vendor self-doused in gasoline and immolated himself afire. He started a revolution in a ticking
death. He burned like a phoenix to reset
the regime. These oranges are no longer
home-grown. Spark in Sidi Bouzid, a
place, Mohammed Bouazizi, a man, ethnic fruit cannot be sold here. Confiscated his scale, had to pay a bribe to
get it back. Palm to the face of a
government woman, just wanted his scale.
Gas station canister beer-can pop-top in the middle of the traffic; how
do you expect me to make a living on ten dollars a day, a week?
One
man made one illegal tender tsunami-slap to demonstrate an expression of
anger. A need for dignity became active
in the uprising and spread to other town to obliterate lonely suffering of
class in the interior like a liberating virus.
The government turned to police. Tunisian
people do not have guns. Government
asked police to sniper-shot heads.
Facebook was only visual of reality.
A
man self immolated in gasoline on the national mall in Washington D.C. on
October 4, 2013. The world barely
noticed. Twitter pictures were
taken. He was fanned to live as he did
not seek demonstration to death. Such
heroics to snuff the flames are insulting.
The Meme did not cover, but a side article. America keeps shopping and jogging.
It
is one thing for young people to over throw Middle Eastern despots. It is another thing to form a working
democracy. ICC, if groups under their
direct control can be shown to have committed these atrocities they will be prosecuted. Who cares?
Repercussions, humans search for the ghost of justice to put war or evil
in a Pandora tote-bag they can understand that makes sure “good” wins. Someone is in prison now. Someone has been held responsible. The non-victim has a name tag.
Tunisian
refugee boats sail off for Italy like Cubans to Miami. Boat parallel paths motor on for the simple
justice of honest work. Libyan, Italian
treaties and investment fund tradeoffs, oil and arms. People coming to find freedom where there is
the fragrance of democracy. “We will go there. We hate it in Tunisia. We want to be treated like humans not
prisoners.” The threat of a
power-vacuum, Iraqi dictators absence creates chaos and the certain brutality
for most and reward for the few.
Recipe
for Somali piracy is related to extreme poverty entwined with a weak or
nonexistent government, readily available automatic weapons, no birth
certificates, under-age machine-gun-toting sea-goers, busy maritime
industry. America side-jacking stragglers
to Virginia courtrooms under century-old piracy laws on United States flagged
vessels. U.S. Navy Seals drop in on
Iranian fishing boat to blast Somali pirates.
Who
were the real pirates of the Caribbean?
Smut white-cap runner rouges on single-mast cutters hiding, killing,
raping, and flushing the spoils on island whores and rum, are we all that
different on the brink? Resolving all
this is like trying to drink every drop of water from a fire hydrant. There are no non-extortionist fire companies
when Rome is burning. Sierra Leone
launched stuffed ships corralled by Negroid hands brimming with provisions
packed from the Empire of Mali.
Ivory
Coast Bakbo, fair election would not leave, French and U.N. Forces required to
get him out. Nelson Mandela’s ex-wife
Winnie, opera in South Africa, mixed militancy even after Nelson was free,
notorious Mandela United Football club abductions; what happens to a splintered
soul, not wounded by individuals, but by the world?
Millions
of parentless South African AIDS children are born into death sentence
condemnation; not asking for pity, but understanding. The cruelty of orcas toying with the
free-breathing seals flipping them around before consumption and South African
Great Whites get all the bad press.
Serra
Leone tribunal courts on fires in Freetown to try marauders. Generals funded through Charles Taylor to
Foday Saankoh. General Issa Sessay sits
there to take account. Weigh his
remaining life for fifty-two years. Measure
the preservation of peace against chopping off appendages to account for all
the missing limbs and phantom fingers that can no longer cast purple-thumb
ballots against a war.
The
special United Nations court is computing the human skeletons, bones strewn
from a rebel cutlass, raped civilians, decapitated heads in a bag, rebels
asking the could-be-next carriers to laugh at the expressions on the dead
facades. The Rebel Nation United Front
igniting civil war, the fear, the thugs invading one’s own country through
Liberia. R.U.F. if you choose not to
fight with them they will kill you, bush wives and yellow-jacket child
trained-terrorists. All this played out
in contemplation on the Serra Leone Amputee Football Association field.
Gaddafi
marched on his own pretending King Idris was a peasant with self-portrait
Dinars buying LIA bomb downs and a NATO no-fly zone. How long before the oil oozes up and on:
Syria, Bahrain and the sshh? Kingdom of
Saudi’s, world would be at war and destined for hell if there were not so many
Riyals to go around from this gel.
Behind it all laughs the Meme.
Japan
is drowning in a nuclear ocean and an aging population. Global post WWII retirees are barking
unionized-defined death threats. London
riots with idle men burning boutiques.
Neapolitan lifetime employment booms Croatian shipyards. Indonesian beach vacations. Haiti is in hell. Is California falling into the Pacific next
or is it a shining light to stem the tide of America and the Meme post-Schwarzenegger?
Mocando
inked up Plaquemines in an American splendor south farmed by African
slaves. The Delta land was bought and
sold in Congo Square belting out empathy in Mardi Gras day Indian costumes for
understood Diasporas genetically inherited in a drowned out Treme. The Meme is long and its distortion thick in
why we have done and continue to do what we do.
We
see the white skin of Adolf Hitler, Slobodan Milosevic, or Joseph Stalin. The Meme pretends to see a difference in
pigment as if it represents character. The
sentiment spread by the Meme to perpetuate such nonsense is the same as if the
god chosen by the man determines his goodness.
With
the persecution of Jews and Auschwitz deaths, Viktor Frankl wrote his theories
of meaning in suffering, of suffering well with Logothearapy. There is no difference to the suffering of a
man based on his skin, language or ethnicity.
We all die and suffer pain. The
Meme would rather give us heaven and hell as an equilibrium we choose to deny
ourselves in life. We want to believe
Gandhi and Hitler have divergent eternities; there is no evidence that they do. Whether this bleak truth saddens us or not is
irrelevant. Only the lives and choices
of Mahatma and Adolf upon our planet are relevant. The alternative is preposterous delusion
based on wishful insecure thinking to assert human hunger for justice.
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In the pondered absolutism
of great heroes and villains, the Meme teaches us to eradicate a bit of our
humanity. Certain humans are far more
worthy and less worthy of the title human and our interest. The Meme teaches us
to value ourselves in how we compare to such extremes. We steer away from volition and towards how
we measure up to perceptions of people we will probably never meet.
In
turn, humanity becomes obsessed with celebrities, particularly train-wreck
tabloids and instant-celebrities due to crimes or sensationalism that
interfaces with the core of the Meme in trials.
Lorena Bobbitt dismembered her man’s penis. Joey Buttafuoco had sex with a Lolita-Amy
Fischer and she shot his wife in the face.
Timothy McVeigh and the Uni-bomber blew government shit up. John Gotti finally got it. Colin Ferguson sprayed bullets on a
train. Casey Anthony murdered her
daughter. Martha Stewart insider traded
stock. Terri Schiavo got a feeding tube.
Scott
Peterson offed his wife and unborn.
Michael Jackson was accused of child molestation. Enron went fraud. John Allen Mohammed sniper-shot humans from a
car trunk. George Zimmerman murdered
Trayvon Martin for the way he looked.
Jack Kevorkian was found guilty of second degree murder. Baby Jessica fell down a well. Black O.J. Simpson killed his white
wife. Charles Manson read Dale Carnegie,
had a harem, and killed. Bernie Ebbers
stole WorldCom. Bernie Madoff tricked
the market. Rodney King was beaten on
video, cops walked and L.A. burned.
The
Meme coats the First World obsession over a single baby in a well, while millions
of Poor die. Taboos of pedophilia,
euthanasia, terrorism, and basic murder infuriate the Meme. Sex and adultery dance. Race dangles.
Corporate fraud peeks when it crosses the line between legal profit and
getting noticed. People make choices and
we trade panic for rational reactions.
We have the rhetoric of mass
shootings, gun rights and NRA inside the Meme.
Prohibition doesn’t work, but we should not sell missile launchers or
machine guns at Wal-Mart. Common sense
should prevail based on the black market reality. Fixing drug prohibition would be the most
sensible anti-automatic weapon legislation.
Doing so would reduce the opportunities for bullets to rush through
neighborhoods.
The pro-gun lobby and the
anti-gun lobby are both pro-Meme. The
anti-gun lobby is pro-Meme because it is prohibition and denies volition. The pro-gun lobby is pro-Meme because it
fuels the fear for one must to be able to protect oneself to an extreme. This encourages paranoia over ration in most
instances, which fuels the Meme inside the weapons-industry and patriotism via
fear of Big Government. The irony of the
Meme is that Big-Government is actually controlled by industry, which is the
NRA. The value of the American second
amendment for the right to bear arms is not that each citizen has a gun, but
that it is possible that each citizen might have a gun. When this value is distorted, by both the pro
and anti-gun lobbies, the Meme wins.
Hunting and eating one’s kill is anti-Meme. Hunting for sport past a threshold of doing
so in excessive wealth expenditure of land use, resource consumption where the
food harvested is an afterthought is pro-Meme.
However the idea of a human killing an animal is definitively anti-Meme.
The idea of a human sitting in the woods and tracking a deer to eat is
anti-Meme. To hunt a tiger or a rarer
animal for sport or the thrill of the hunt is where the pro-Meme is
accentuated.
In terrorist-type shooter
scenarios (i.e. outside the ghetto where a non-Poor goes or is perceived to go)
the shooter is almost always given a psychological report card. The shooter was crazy and unstable therefore
the shooter is in a box which the average person we refuse to make direct eye
contact with on the street does not reside.
Mental illness and isolationist
tendencies were the reason. This was not
volition. The Meme says sane people do
not gun down crowds. The mental illness
represents a veiled Satan, an external force that was guiding the human towards
the evil. The evil was not simply chosen
and thus possible from any of us at any moment.
The Meme strives to keep this reality of volition from registering in
our collective psyche.
The Meme wants mental illness to
be a misunderstood lump of reasons violence occurs. This is one reason the Meme when operating in
healthcare systems will defund or not cover mental health care whenever
possible. The mind’s volition is an
enemy of the Meme.
Psychoanalysis is particularly
despised by the Meme. We are not
supposed to see our similarities. We are
meant by commandment ten to want what our neighbor has. Through visualizing an ideal, when other
neighbors or ourselves do not meet such an ideal, we are meant to think ill of
our neighbor or ourselves.
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Anti-theism must
stare in a pale mirror where one could take off one’s race, ethnicity, gender
and religion for a minute. There is potentially
so much less anger for an enslaved man, an abandoned spouse, an orphaned child,
a widowed lover, etc. peering into such a looking-glass. There is no plan, passive allowance, or
unanswered prayer. There is only the alone of volition, which is not as
cold. There is warmth in the
starkness.
One can see the
prejudicial decision trees of the world break down in the hypocrisy of the
Meme. One can quit blame and start to
accept the only piece one has control is what one chooses. This includes like Viktor Frankyl through the
Holocaust where every member of his family died, in us choosing how to
suffer. One can be stripped naked and
robbed of every possession which others may wish to take, but one can still
choose how to suffer. One can choose how
he or she responds.
There is no
thought-crime in choosing to be empowered through hatred. There is a line where what one invests in
wishing the detriment of the other becomes a detriment to the self. So one must decide if hated is beneficial and
worthy of one’s limited time.
One can embrace
the alone of the anti-Meme and shed
all prejudicial yearnings to hold firm a light in the bleakness to be who one
is. One can hold innate morality,
certitude, and security independent of anyone else watching, judging, or
wanting. One simply is.
This is
existential growth making the most of every minute. This is living in each moment one is
afforded. This is placing regret as the
energy one uses to fuel the next choice.
This is placing one’s faith in volition, that of one’s self and
others.
This form of faith
in volition is the greatest fear of the current Meme. It was the collective lack of trust by humans
in the volition of the individuals comprising humanity which originally created
and perpetuates the Meme. Therein the
reverse is the Meme’s death.
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