Memorial Day 20160530

What am I doing this memorial day -working on the new book while watching Citizen Four and intentionally posting that on the internet. Orwellian freedoms#

Where is the head cage of rats applied;soldiers died for metadata, the war on terrorism is about domestic compliance to exploit and extend fear to comply so that one will abide freedoms to the corporate powers controlling the one-party system of government to want you to consume and buy (obey advertising) rather than understand what freedom is; choice, natural empathy to care about a human's life in Afghanistan or Sudan as much as your neighbor in Chicago due to the illusions of statism and racism, because you are taught to only care about yourself, how much is in your bank account, your kid's private school instead of the public.

Freedom is about freedom of thought; that is the true war, the memorial of what the heart of the solider is about to live without monitoring or repression or one country supporting regimes over Poor people, this dichotomy of purposes begs the gray of what are we doing in this country, what freedom, who is empowered, who is profiting? These are complicated questions in our Darwinian evolution of choosing between how we approach the subject of entropy and asserting order in massive systems of self identification in mental sub species of words like American Caucasian Christian and insert political party and so forth so that we overlook the species of human. 
Darwin wrote about how the greatest competition for survival is often within the same species fighting for a common resource; one kind of oak or sheep wins. Dostoevsky wrote, "One reptile will devour another" and of "malignant individualism". This is our extinction staring us in the face of blind obedience for the sake of an illusion of safety misunderstanding the prestidigitation of the true enemy, our own compliance to allow our fellow humans to be treated as non-human, to be drone bombed or judged terrorist for a synthetic illusion marketed by whom and for what? A number in a fraternity of bank accounts tallying our self annihilation.

Therein the true war is consciousness,empathy, seeing ourselves as part of an interconnected whole, beholden to evolving to comprehend water rights, female reproductive rights, taxes on global capital to address the consolidation of wealth, these are the modern battlegrounds. The bombs, the missiles these are symbols in a greater game mankind has long played, of power, control, and freedom of the mind.

Why replacing humans with robots is on the fulcrum of our destruction and empathetic evolution…

There is a basic idea in economics about a threshold of resources to support the mandatory needs of a member of humanity: food, health, housing, clothing, and this addendum of participation either through companionship, frivolity, love, empathy, and presence in our common universe.  When we see a factory of laboring humans swapped for a militia of robots, Capitalism sees a mathematical formula of lower expenses, firm retains surplus and the members of humanity expunged are no longer pertinent to the equation.  Time’s progression has seen technology at the fulcrum on a lever to balance the rewards to either firm profits in the hands of the few in a Capitalist paradigm or to lower the quantity of labor by collective humanity required to meet that threshold of resources to support the mandatory needs of humanity in a socialist paradigm.

In Capitalism unemployment is worthlessness, oblivion.  In socialism one can see the advancements in medicine, agrarian yield rates, textile durability, and construction capacity and think we can work less and produce more as long as there is a threshold of firms and labor still motivated to work.  This balance is at the heart of Marx’s imperfect manifesto.  The best embodiment of that ideal is Democratic Socialism with an appropriate mix of the private economy in industries of free trade motivation to labor and socialist application in those of common good.

The answer in the modern economy is job-sharing, taxes on the aggregation of capital, conservation of environmental resources, sexual education and healthcare including a shift to empathetic matriarchal forms of governance to prioritize women’s rights as a means of birth control, and focusing on systematic infrastructure investment. 

Quality of life is improving with technology to help us connect, but firms keep moving the line of forced desperation in order to make the masses think that art, taking time away from toil to be alive, to not think you are a rat in a 65 life-can-start inescapable maze to keep you under control and not question authority or the firm keeping the difference or if that line of desperation is anything but a manufactured quotient of division.  The challenge of humanity is to switch the preponderance of the resources from accumulating into the accounts of firms to create balance leveraged by technology to meet the needs of our global community as we participate in an evolution of empathy. 

 http://www.marketwatch.com/story/foxconn-replaces-60000-humans-with-robots-in-china-2016-05-25?link=sfmw_fb

  

  

Immortality or Being

Immortality is really the crux of it now isn’t it;

The immortal soul in fresh casings

The glittering barter of monk’s mead and meditative currency

The kowtow bow-down and the sycophantic ego

The game-chain of abortion is about when the seed starts

The earned chip of the immortal soul forged

The miraculous biogenesis of sperm and egg

Acquiring a totem for the toll of heaven’s gate

If the body is but a vehicle of flesh dynamic

This atomic transposition perpetual, cellular shed and replenish indifferent

To the soul’s attachment acting not as us (for there is no us)

Only an everything from which our ego demands segmentation

In exchange for a parceled immortal soul

For in this is the paradox

A theistic god is the worship of the ego

The universal consciousness demands nothing

Worship is foolish barter with the idea of self

To grant passage into paradise or perdition

Rather than presence in what is

As the atomic permits perception of the constant oneness

Never beginning, distant, or ceasing

So that all attempts to journey towards earning in biological paradigm

Ignore the very thing existence is, that we are, that being is

This concept of immortality as an organic finish line and divine start

Obliterates in the gazing of the now comprehending we are here

Caked under layered veils the first of which is the mind’s creation of the immortal soul

So that we must be us, to us, and in the ego’s annihilation our participation in existence ends

Bullocks! One was never awarded an angel’s pinned lottery ticket of immortality

Inside like a glowing sphere of consciousness, one is possibility in the atomic and love in the universal

These are the scales on which existence balances.  

So it is this notion of in-uterus progeny and soldiers massacred in toil

The maddening cries for ration, control, and why god of malignant insurgent cancerous bodies

These structured webs of ill comprehension dissolve in understanding the immortal soul

And its parent in the ego have never existed but in the manifestation of perception misnamed as consciousness in the boot start up of the source code of the mind

In release of this penchant to be immortal we can begin to be beyond time 

Watching the Enfilade

What does it mean to be alive compared to say be space,

The location in space time absent of atoms

Is there a connection between the four dimensions of that space

And what, where, and when a being is?

Breathing of calculated mind aware of one’s existence

And intercourse in a mathematical formula projected from source code

Interpreting reality through symbols seeing portions of spectrum in light

Hearing in spectrums of sound,

Sensing in spectrums of touch as the atomic ball bearings rustle

Odors permeating that space in fractions of count in a range of detection

Tasting the elemental formulaic construction of the planet in the battery of eons

Upon the tongue of what is deathly ambrosia and what is survival

The mathematics in our bones pulsing the atoms of the brain that never escape

Is this a soul’s atomic treasure, held in the body amongst the laughter spark

Of ceasing biological consciousness in perpetuity with no chance of reboot

To have that brain atom decay in crypt or burn in cremation

Symbols, symbols and postulating Schrödinger’s box

Felines are we bathing in cyanide and oxygen bartering time

For comprehension of the layers we have so chosen to reduce the evolutionary spectrums

To limit perception to this vehicle humming and licking sky-atoms

Preserving the carcass over the awareness of being beyond the carrier

Participating in the release of attachment to be this self

To comprehend the limitations of the measurement detectors on the starship

That the universe is not of mind or concern and bathe in the beatitude of indifference

To see that love is not about receipt or sale, but of the currency

Of possibility exchanging into consciousness

That one is conscious of what one is

In a paradigm beyond all the accustomed spectrums of perception

This is the paradox of the box, the genius of the planted seed

Doing its fervent action in soil like a mad hatter clock burgeoning existence

In the language of universal mathematics of the genome

Elemental result of atomic movement in arrangement at a moment in space time

To amalgamate into a body bearing genetic ballet,

Flowering enfilade of perception watching us shoot ourselves 

To Our Mother

At some point it clicked in me possessions are irrelevant

Token exchanges of credits in banks,

I mean banks do not even have the money they lend

They lend you digits in a computer and trade on the idea of being invested

Mothers do not work like that; your blood is invested in our veins

Genome, pressure, the act of creation in mitosis with the split half cell of our father

This is not done with anything but presence

The act of love and enlivening perpetuation on some level, but selflessness

To want the happiness of the son or daughter freely without condition

I have felt your love without condition

Even in the times I know my feet are in waters beyond the depth of your travels

I see you on that shoreline and in the strength of my muscles knowledgeable of how to swim

I see the moon and sun echoing these waves differently because of you

The blood of my mouth pouring in your worries

Of what words come out and why in the quiet silences entrusted to your ears

Because I know yours is a vault beyond the lock of judgment

I have felt the release to be who I am

Which at times is gnarled and mashed, spirited and away

From a path of certitude about what love is or how it works,

But I know you love me, as my mother, unconditionally and forthright

This I have never doubted

The beauty of such a flower is a perpetual bloom

One seeded in the diligence of concern of thinking of my brothers and me

In a cache of your chest pumping and pressing

Wanting for our joys and tearing in the bastions of our sorrows

Knowing your arms are there secure

To hold us when we need asking for nothing in return,

But us to be who we are

Why Donald Trump is the Republican Presidential nominee…

There is anger in white Anglo Saxon protestant heterosexual cis-gendered men of say over forty about time slipping through hands that were comfortable being atop an American hierarchy.  The world is passing these men by as the spotlight of power and decision making shifts.  The global consolidation of wealth hindering humanity from properly addressing exponential resource scarcity given carbon emissions and population growth is the greatest anthropogenic extinction threat our species has ever faced.  In response to this Trump voters know something is wrong with our global community, but reach towards isolationism, violence, xenophobia, and blame for the diminishing WASP hierarchy in all forms as the redress to explain rather than to do the math or review the science. 

Trump is a fake billionaire with zero political experience who has directly benefited from the Neoliberal policies of the last thirty years of Congress and Wall Street.  Trump had his wealth handed to him in the bassinet along with an endless list of safety nets for all his failed business ventures.  Trump dodged Vietnam on four deferments.  He has been divorced twice and straddles his current object trophy wife.  Trump named his yacht after himself.  Trump financed his Taj Mahal with junk bonds and went bankrupt to go with his many bankruptcies.  Trump hosted a reality show with fake celebrities applying in a fake competition for fake jobs. 

Trump has spent more time in the ring of Wrestlemania than crafting public policy. The man makes up stories without accountability to ballyhoo his life and disparage his critics.  Fact checking does not exist in Trump’s world.  When confronted with facts Trump acts like a bully, puffs his chest like he learned at his silver spoon fake military academy, says something off the handle to ingratiate himself to a nation of confused emasculated WASP men because Trump talks tough, doesn’t take lip from any human who does not fit the gender, racial, religious, ethnic, or sexual orientation identity of the WASP American heterosexual male.

This started most fervently when Obama was elected and the GOP initiated a complete policy of obstructionism.  The WASP hierarchy sees a black president, a white woman in the wings, and a non-Christian white man as the next viable candidate.  Trump supporters see this wealthy, stubborn, arrogant, Protestant man telling them who to blame: Muslims, Mexicans, women, transgendered bathroom policies, homosexual marriage laws, and black lives matters activists.  Trump voters hear words like white privilege and often feel personally attacked misunderstanding what systematic institutional advantages are lashing back at ideas like political correctness as limp-dick bullshit.  Trump barks about kicking another group’s ass, building walls, torturing, his daughter as a sex object, obliterating health coverage, banning immigrants based on religion, and a course testicle-centered agenda that is largely likely unconstitutional.

Trump speaks to reinforce the WASP’s are not crazy for wanting to make America ‘great’ again, which could translate to make America WASP again.  Computers, empathy, a racial rainbow, non-Christian viewpoints, gender as a spectrum, sexuality as a spectrum, climate change, and economics based in math are the political enemies of Trump.  Many aging WASP’s do not want to change, learn, or expand a comfort zone.  Many are retiring Boomers who just want to hold on to the piece they have accumulated until they die before climate change becomes their problem and they don’t want the government coming to take a larger piece of their nest egg to meet the whines of the non-WASP’s in the meantime.  It is ego policy.  With Trump GOP voters assume they get to keep a bigger piece; the rest is not the WASP’s problem or concern.  They want a man in charge with guns who is going to stop the ‘nonsense’. 

The consolidation of wealth through big business ballooned from the merging of Christian and Capitalist America against labor since the Eisenhower administration.  Every president through Obama has relied on two parties being able to blame each other for what goes on behind the scenes to keep the masses desperate so that the top economic percent can hoard wealth and power under the idea that a good laborer is thankful for her or his job, does not complain, takes the wage, does not ask questions while the employer sits in the representative seat of grand wizard.  Trump is the implosion of the wizard’s curtain.  That is why the GOP is so afraid and will start looking to Hillary Clinton to keep the status quo by not offering full explicit or tacit support of Trump in the general election in all the things they hold back in saying that they might have with Romney four years ago. 

The GOP has a population trending problem due to the diminished ignorance of the average younger voter due to the internet and the lower birth rates of middle to upper middle class white Americans.  Younger people are less religious, which is the number one tool the GOP has used to get voters to vote against their economic self interest and less white.  The GOP has tried to distract a base with abortion, gay marriage, terrorism panic, and the old communist undertones from the 1950’s about anything resembling a single payer healthcare system.  The GOP most of all has become the anti science and anti math party willfully spreading ignorance about the federal deficit and climate change.

The GOP had to create this anger in the WASP voting pool to keep a coalition of evangelicals, the mega rich, libertarians, traditional party liners, and angry poor white flag-waving church-going gun-toting pick-up truck drivers who vote against their economic self-interest together given birth rates.  Every statistic of America’s voters getting less white and younger threatens the Republican WASP power base.  This has been a long-term engineered backfire that started when Richard Nixon was Eisenhower’s vice president to consolidate wealth by repressing the power of labor.  Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump represent two sides of the same coin headed to Washington D.C.  Sanders is explosion.  Trump is implosion. 

Cognitive dissonance to the societal order is spewing like an oil derrick blue and red.  The Republican version is orange faced, has a bad toupee and is fist pumping, name calling, and speaking like a C minus student who didn’t do his homework before the class presentation, but his daddy gives a lot to the school’s foundation so we are going to give him a better grade than he deserves.  Trump has money, attractive women in his photo ops, toys, and talks like a professional wrestler.  It is staged choreography.  He’s a sideshow taking the main stage because somewhere in the American WASP gut is an understanding is that they have been had. 

Nixon, Reagan, Bush, and men like Mitt Romney have been playing them for fools.  Trump is pointing this out and threatens to take the whole thing down, which is in the very root of it why he is so popular.  It is not that the WASP’s in majority support Trump’s racism or xenophobia or anti-Muslim agenda.  Sure there are bigots in the crew, but that is not enough to pull the numbers Trump is getting; it is the understanding of the stench of supply side economics, the lies, and needing something to change.  Trump is like walking a bomb into Washington D.C. and saying anarchy, let’s destroy it all; this place is a bad joke that is no longer funny.  It’s not funny and hasn’t been for a long, long time. 



Artistically the white sour cream undisturbed floating aloft in a giant lump segregated from the more populous brown ground meet and yellow cheese as a foundation held inside a wall. You can hear the handlers orchestrating this salad he would never otherwise eat. Who would believe that man would be so busy "working" he would eat at his 'desk'? He has old school newspaper and magazines under it, some golf trophy he probably awarded himself.  His family photos are lumped by the window, one on the floor, a pile of paper blueprints and a half opened drawer. Is this indicative of the level of attention to detail and focus on technology this hair piece would bring as president...  Bobble heads of yourself are always nice.

Quotes - The Broom of the System - David Foster Wallace

The Broom of the System - David Foster Wallace 

“...that, to repeat what I heard for years and years and suspect you’ve been hearing over and over, yourself, something’s meaning is nothing more or less than its function. Et cetera et cetera et cetera. Has she done the thing with the broom with you? No? What does she use now? No. What she did with me--I must have been eight, or twelve, who remembers--was to sit me down in the kitchen and take a straw broom and start furiously sweeping the floor, and she asked me which part of the broom was more elemental, more fundamental, in my opinion, the bristles or the handle. The bristles or the handle. And I hemmed and hawed, and she swept more and more violently, and I got nervous, and finally when I said I supposed the bristles, because you could after a fashion sweep without the handle, by just holding on to the bristles, but couldn’t sweep with just the handle, she tackled me, and knocked me out of my chair, and yelled into my ear something like, ’Aha, that’s because you want to sweep with the broom, isn’t it? It’s because of what you want the broom for, isn’t it?’ Et cetera. And that if what we wanted a broom for was to break windows, then the handle was clearly the fundamental essence of the broom, and she illustrated with the kitchen window, and a crowd of the domestics gathered; but that if we wanted the broom to sweep with, see for example the broken glass, sweep sweep, the bristles were the thing’s essence. No? What now, then? With pencils? No matter. Meaning as fundamentalness. Fundamentalness as use. Meaning as use. Meaning as fundamentalness.”

That as people age, accumulate more and more private experiences, their sense of history tightens, narrows, becomes more personal? So that to the extent that they remember events of social importance, they remember only for example 'where they were' when such-and-such occurred. Et cetera et cetera. Objective events and data become naturally more and more subjectively colored.”

“Weight Watchers holds as a descriptive axiom the transparently true fact that for each of us the universe is deeply and sharply and completely divided into for example in my case, me, on one side, and everything else, on the other. This for each of us exhaustively defines the whole universe... And then they hold by a prescriptive axiom the undoubtedly equally true and inarguable fact that we each ought to desire our own universe to be as full as possible, that the Great Horror consists in an empty, rattling personal universe, one where one finds oneself with Self, on one hand, and vastly empty lonely spaces before Others begin to enter the picture at all, on the other. A non-full universe... The emptier one’s universe is, the worse it is... Weight Watchers perceives the problem as one involving the need to have as much Other around as possible, so that the relation is one of minimum Self to maximum Other... We each need a full universe. Weight Watchers and their allies would have us systematically decrease the Self-component of the universe, so that the great Other-set will be physically attracted to the now more physically attractive Self, and rush in to fill the void caused by that diminution of Self. Certainly not incorrect, but just as certainly only half of the range of valid solutions to the full-universe problem... Is my drift getting palpable? Just as in genetic engineering... There is always more than one solution... An autonomously full universe... Rather than diminishing Self to entice Other to fill our universe, we may also of course obviously choose to fill the universe with Self... Yes. I plan to grow to infinite size... There will of course eventually cease to be room for anyone else in the universe at all.” ―