Dear Friends,
Let's face it...if we know about the CON, then by Dobbs, they know
about us. The FBI didn't show up at Stang's door to sell him cookies.
The CON knows that the Harvest is coming. They know that a drink of
uncontaminated water or decent animal flesh is going to be a much more
valuable commodity than that green paper they keep borrowing from the
Federal Reserve. They also know that in 3 short years, their reign
will come to an unpleasant halt.
So, if you were a world-wide conspiracy that was about to end, what
would you do? Stockpile? No, the reserves could be taken. You'd do
what any smart conspiracy would do, you'd make sure that there was
plenty of food just walking around.
That's where the television comes in. Sit down on any given night and
watch 1/2hour of TV. I guarandamntee you that there will be a food
commercial. Not just a food commercial, but a commerical where the
food is perfectly beautiful, and presented in such a manner that you
will be all but compelled to get into your petroleum guzzling vehicle
and run out to purchase this fat and sugar-laden bon-bon with your
sweat-earned cash.
Not only does the CON bombard us night after night with these images
of perfect (shit you can almost SMELL it through the tube) food
products (never mentioning growth hormone, salmonilla or e-coli) but
then they turn right around and attempt to guilt-trip us for being
overweight!
More people die of heart disease, diabetes, and complications of being
overweight than die of lung cancer, and yet they stopped cigarette
companies from advertising on TV and allow McDonald's to continue. I'm
sure a comparison between the effects of Ray Kroc and R.J. Reynolds
are just about equal....and speaking of Equal, I hear that it turns
into methyl alcohol in the blood stream...thanks guys!
Like any system set up by the CON, you have to get outside of it
before you can see it. When you stop buying fast food, fat food,
nothing but pretty food, you start seeing how they inundate us with
imagery, how they encourage dependancy. How many 18-30 year olds do
you know that can actually cook a meal from scratch? How many know how
to grow their own fruits and veggies, and butcher their own meat? How
many can survive without the CON spoonfeeding them their daily
allotment of fat and sugar? It's a pretty pathetic number compared to
just 40 years ago.
"But what can I do?" you ask. Well first off, stop giving them your
money to make you fat. Don't pay them to abuse your body. Stop going
to large corporate food chains. Secondly, when you open your mouth,
use it to blast these fuckers instead of consuming their
death-on-a-bun. Tell everyone you know, exactly what they're doing. If
you won't do it for the sake of the planet, do it for perfectly
selfish reasons like, your own life, perhaps. Third, get your ass in
fighting condition. Don't let them suck you into sitting in front of
the attention vaccum for any longer than absolutely necessary. They
want you slow and sluggish; you can't run from the abattoir that way.
Don't believe that you won't have to fight your way to the saucers.
Those flabby arms won't be of any use to you if you can't pick up
anything heavier than a BigMac.
Wake up and smell the KFC, you only have three years left!
Tarla(Alarmist)Star
--
Reverend Mutha Tarla, Little Sisters of the Perpetually Juicy,
A Proud Jism Schism of the Church of the SubGenius, Worshipping
"Connie" Dobbs and Juicy Retardo since 1986
http://www.ionet.net/~bmyers/homepage.html
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From: sphinx1@ix.netcom.com (Hector Dominguez )
That's why I just say fuck it.
I eat what I damn well please and need no justification.
I was a technically vegetarian for five years because I wanted to see
if I would notice a difference in the way I felt. Well after about a
week I could tell a difference. My turds weren't as hard as usual but
other than that, I couldn't quantify a difference.
I don't know why I kept it up for five years other than the fact that
I'm kind of a contrarian and being a vegetarian is somewhat contrary to
societies norm. Also I liked to make 'em order veggie pizzas when my
employer would reward me and my co-workers with a free pizza lunch.
What really got my goat however, was how many people loved the veggie
pizza. Every mother fucker in that office would have to try a piece,
once discovering that they kind a like a pizza with no meat, they would
have another, and another, subsequently eating up MY pizza leaving me
with just a couple of pieces.
The vegetarian market is fucked. Those bastard food makers/distribtors
realized a long time ago that they had a niche they could exploit. For
instance, you can buy those fake hamburgers that are packaged for meat
eaters who are trying to cut down on cholesterol for half the price of
the exact same product packaged for non-meat eaters. The same can be
said for vegetarian canned chili. Why? Because the marketers know one
segment is committed and will pay more while the segment that is trying
a new thing needs to be enticed with lower prices. All the while they
are gouging their customers, the vegetarian food distributors position
themselves as socially responsible. Am I the only one who sees the
hypocrisy in that?
But anyway, the worst part of being a vegetarian for me was the fact
that so many people were so quick to label me as one of those goddamn
yellow dog bleeding heart liberal animal loving tree huggers. Fuck,
don't label me. I don't go for any of that shit unless it's an organic
motivation based on my own inherent sense of what is right or wrong. I
fucking hate all political labels and realize that politics is just
subterfuge the CON throws out to make the dupes feel like they have
some control over things.
Don't get me wrong, I do like animals and find the urge to kill wild
animals for food and/or trophies to be an archaic vestige of a time
when we were all hunters and gatherers. Or to quote a Graham Parker
song, "I can't see the point but I see the attraction." I myself like
to hook a lunker now and then but I always release what I catch.
I just say our life on this planet is too short. Try like hell to have
a swingin' good time because time is running out. If you like sitting
on yer arse in front of the cathode ray nipple, well enjoy the shit out
of it. If you like consuming carcinogens than consume the shit out of
'em. If you like to fill your arteries with cholesterol than fill the
shit out of them. If you like killing pinks for fun than gaddamn give
me a call cause so do I, we'll go kill the shit out of them together.
Col. Sphinx Drummond TWSR
Commander of S.L.A.K.
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From: gggor@io.com (gggor)
sphinx1@ix.netcom.com (Hector Dominguez ) says:
>That's why I just say fuck it.
Amen Colonel Drummond....that is the only way
to pass along the Road to the Western Lands..it is Slack...not
an end but a means!!!!Praise Col. Drummond, Praise "Bob"
GG (Won't be here when this shithouse goes down!) Gordon
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From: revjack@radix.net (Reverend Jack)
Previously, sphinx1 wrote:
> Don't get me wrong, I do like animals and find the urge to kill wild
> animals for food and/or trophies to be an archaic vestige of a time
> when we were all hunters and gatherers.
They'd eat YOU if they had the chance.
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From: sphinx1@ix.netcom.com (Hector Dominguez )
revjack@radix.net (Reverend Jack) writes:
>They'd eat YOU if they had the chance.
Sure, of course they would, they'd steal my car too if they could, but
I'm smarter than they are so I wont let them have the chance -- I got
the Club.
I hope you didn't misinterpret my statement as an indictment of
hunters. I actually like the outdoors, camping out, hiking, stalking,
fishing, all that shit. I wouldn't hesitate to kill an animal if that's
what I needed to do to get a meal.
After killing a deer, about 20 years ago on a hunting trip with my dad
and some of his friends, I was left with an empty feeling. Later when
all the men were congratulating me I didn't feel like I had done
anything praise worthy. So I stopped killing things. It's a personal
thing and I wouldn't begrudge a hunter of doing what he does.
Hell, I hunt pinks! I would be a hypocrite if I didn't allow the same
for animal hunters.
Col Sphinx Drummond TWSR
Commander of S.L.A.K.
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From: gunther@bga.com (Tom Olson)
Having spent the last few months in a band with Sphinx, I can assure
Rev. Jack that this sort of remark is sincere. Sphinx is one of the most
tolerant, open-minded sons of bitches I've ever crossed paths with, and
to be honest, it fucking makes me puke.
-Pappy Fuck
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From: moamosan@primenet.com (Zoogz Rift -- The Liquid Moamo)
I'm fattening me up for the harvest.
--Zoogz
--ZRTLM
http://www.rlabs.com/zoogz/index.htm
mailto:<moamosan@primenet.com>
news:alt.fan.zoogz-rift
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From: eraserhead@iglou.iglou.com (David Lynch)
TarlaStar (bmyers@ionet.net) wrote:
: "But what can I do?" you ask. Well first off, stop giving them your
: money to make you fat. Don't pay them to abuse your body. Stop going
: to large corporate food chains.
I'm not paying them money to make me fat or to abuse my body, I'm paying
them to give me Good Eats. Call me immature, but I put my own happiness
before making myself suitably presentable to the masses. Contrary to
popular opinion, it IS possible for fat guys to get laid, and I'll take
Good Eats and good sex over moderate portions of healthy food and good
sex with someone with a nice pair of tits and nice legs any day of the week.
In fact, most of the outrageously sexy women I know are much too worried
about surface appearances to really have a good time with. That isn't to
say all sexy chyks are vain and shallow. They're just more likely to
bitch and moan over little things like whether they should get extra
fries, or about how they're getting fat. There's the REAL diet
Conspiracy, the notion that all fat people are miserable and wish that
they were thin. An especially good example of this is the Jenny Craig
commercial with the black woman who rejoices about slipping into a size
eight and getting the confidence to find a new job. This lady was never
even CLOSE to fat in the fist place. She was just sure she wasn't living
up to Pink standards, and decided all her problems were in her waistline.
It isn't a crime to be lacking in self-confidence, but if the only way
you can fell adequate is to deprive yourself (of anything- food, money,
sex, friendship), you've got a serious problem. And yes, it's true that
fatty foods will make you sick and maybe kill you. So will cigarettes,
cars, and (according to some folks) television. Everyone's got vices, and
mine happens to be a big old bowl of nachos, or a dozen doughnuts. I can
live with my follies, and my opinion about comments about my weight is
the same as a smoker's opinion of anti-smoking crusaders.They're
absolutely right, but who gives a fuck?
: Secondly, when you open your mouth, use it to blast these fuckers
: instead of consuming their death-on-a-bun. Tell everyone you know,
: exactly what they're doing. If you won't do it for the sake of the
: planet, do it for perfectly selfish reasons like, your own life, perhaps.
I would never encourage anyone to buy food from McDonalds, as much as I
love their fries. That's because I disagree with their business policies,
and I don't want to support the destruction of the planet before 7/5/98.
A more selfish reason is that I can make better fries and greasier
burgers at home for less money.
: Third, get your ass in fighting condition. Don't let them suck you into
: sitting in front of the attention vaccum for any longer than absolutely
: necessary. They want you slow and sluggish; you can't run from the
: abattoir that way. Don't believe that you won't have to fight your way to
: the saucers. Those flabby arms won't be of any use to you if you can't
: pick up anything heavier than a BigMac.
If they want to drag me awy, they better bring plenty of backup, because
I'm bigger and heavier than any two Conspiracy dupes in my age bracket.
I'm not built for running, physically OR mentally. I'm not going anywhere
until I FEEL like going, and there's not a hell of a lot anyone can do
about it. "Flabby" is one way to describe my arms, but "MASSIVE" is much
more accurate, and when I wind 'em up for a backhand, you better duck or
run lest I knock your ass to the ground and start systematically knocking
your ribs in with my huge 100-pound legs. I'm bigger, smarter, and much,
much meaner than anyone who feels like picking a fight with the fat guy,
and I'm more than willing to finish whatever Skinny tries to start. I can
carry more junk with one arm than the 98 Pound Weakling could move with
two forklifts and a wheelbarrow. When I hitch a ride on the saucers,
they'll have to open a cargo bay door for me, and they'd best be quick
about it, or I'll widen the regular doorway with a handful of 9-pound
sledgehammers. And don't you even THINK of saying I'm less of a Subgenius
because I'm fat. Yetis are about 12 feet tall, and if I can't meet the
requirements vertically, I'll meet 'em horizontally.
: Wake up and smell the KFC, you only have three years left!
I can smell that chicken a-fryin', and I hope you don't mind if I help
myself to another leg of extra crispy and a bowl of mashed potatoes
before the saucers arrive. Mm Mm Good!
--
eraserhead@iglou.com / not the lying director / Tape trades welcome
See the Soap WWW page at: http://www.rahul.net/ndanger/soap/soap.html
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From: angela@news.infi.net (Angela)
: TarlaStar (bmyers@ionet.net) wrote:
: : eraserhead@iglou.iglou.com (David Lynch) wrote:
: : >I'm not paying them money to make me fat or to abuse my body, I'm
: : >paying them to give me Good Eats.
: : That would be just dandy...if what they were giving you WAS good eats.
: : You eat MY fried chicken and tell me that you'll ever go to KFC again,
: : you try eating food that actually nourishes you both physically and
: : emotionally, and you'll spit at every fast food chain you pass. (Keep
: : a glass of water in the car, you'll be spitting a lot in America)
Isn't it strange that of all the fast food chains, NONE of them are any good
for you. Well there is chili at Wendy's and I suppose you can get a salad
at different places, but all in all they're really bad for you. You'd think
that someone would come out with a chain that had food that tasted good and wasn't loaded with fat or cholesterol.
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From: cuthulu@unicomp.net (cuthulu)
angela@news.infi.net (Angela) wrote:
>But with all this talk about healthy foods in the 90's you would just think >someone would have come up with a place that serves food like you'd make >at home..or would that be alot harder to do? I don't know..maybe it would.
There are places that serve "home-cooked" meals, but they aren't
chains. We have several little Mom-and Pop diners here with down-home
cooking.
Anyway, the whole "fear of fast food" thing is a ruse of the
Conspiracy. On the one hand, the Conspiracy advertises the hell out of
McDonalds, Burger King, et alia; on the other, the Con is busy telling
you how fast food kills you. This creates the cognitive dissonance
used to control pinks by paralyzing their minds.
A yeti or sasquatch is not human and does not have to worry about fast
food at all. A yeti/sasquatch can gobble all the Big Mac Value Meals
he/she wants with no ill effect short or long term. "I spit out cancer
tumors and butter my bread with it," is more than just a brag, but a
genetic truth of Yeti-Sasquatch Kind. And it really doesn't matter how
much fat, cholesterol, alcohol, nicotine, or other Conspiracy
promoted/disapproved materials you put in your yeti/sasquatch bodies,
because the saucers are nigh upon us! Once we achieve overman(woman)
form, we'll be able to fine tune our bodies on the molecular level by
sheer force of mentation! Not only will you be able to lose as much
weight as you want -- in a matter of minutes, not weeks! -- you'll be
able to GAIN as much weight as you want, ballooning to several tons
with no ill effect, should you choose. And smoking actually IMPROVES
your lungs, because it gets them ready for the bad air of the future.
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cuthulu
SubG message board <http://www.rlabs.com/messages/bboard.htm>
home page <http://www.rlabs.com/cuthulu/index.htm>
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From: lurch@mindspring.com (Mr. Lurch)
angela@news.infi.net (Angela) writes:
>Isn't it strange that of all the fast food chains, NONE of them are any good
>for you. Well there is chili at Wendy's and I suppose you can get a salad
>at different places, but all in all they're really bad for you. You'd think
They put sulfites all over the salad stuff it will stay green or red or
whatever color it originally was. And I guess we're all familiar with the
heavy use the American farming industry makes of systemic insecticides.
That means they won't wash off.
I'm not trying to indulge in pointless scare tactics, but we do have a choice
here. Monstrous agricultural collectives have exterminated the family farm
in this country, wheras in places like Europe, you can still get some
vegetables (from smaller farms) that aren't so covered with chemicals that
even bugs won't eat them. Some also practice long-term sustainable methods
of farming, not the "burn the candle at both ends and piss away the topsoil"
plan we adhere to. Of course, you can always pay through the snoot for
so-called "organic" produce, but I wonder how legitimate the claims of purity
can be when most of the stuff is grown in California, using the same air and
water table as nearby conventional farms that utilize airplanes to hose down
their crops with a variety of poisons. Years of soil depletion and heavy
reliance on petrochemical fertilizers have also made our vegetables mere
shadows of their former selves, nutrition-wise.
Oh yeah, we also import a lot from South America, where they don't have
even the few restrictions on pesticide use that we have in the USA.
About the only way you can get good food here is to grow and raise, and
harvest and slaughter, your own. And that's what I do. Guinea fowl make
great watchbirds, by the way, and they taste one hell of a lot better than
those inflated, antibiotic laced, monster birds brought to us by the guys that
brought us Bill Clinton. They feed chickens in this country lots of strange
things, including sterilized shit provided by other livestock.
Eat up! Its good fer ya!
Mr Lurch
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From: dynasor@news.infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
On Thu. Sep 28, 1995, angela@news.infi.net told All:
> You'd think that someone would come out with a chain
> that had food that tasted good and wasn't loaded with fat or
> cholesterol.
Then I would DIE.
I NEED these things.
What am I supposed to eat? Tofu King Whoppers? Kentucky Fried Concrete?
Just feed me DIRT whydoncha. But YANK OUT THE WORMS because they
might have some nasty calories or something.
Give me preservatives. I don't want to rot when I die.
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From: jimvan@gate.net (Jim Vandewalker)
angela@news.infi.net (Angela) wrote:
> You'd think that someone would come out with a chain that had food that
> tasted good and wasn't loaded with fat or cholesterol.
There is a place like that. It's called HOME. You can actually prepare
food for yourself that tastes good and isn't loaded with fat, cholesterol,
preservatives, salt, sugar or tetra-ethyl lead. While reading Holy Mutha
Tarla's post last Sunday, I was inhaling the aroma of a fine loaf of bread
baking in my very own oven.
--
Jim the Prophet
"Forasmuch as he will body forth what I have revealed unto him and it will be the truth to my people" --The Book of Jim the Prophet, VIII, 12.
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From: angela@news.infi.net (Angela)
Jim Vandewalker (jimvan@gate.net) wrote:
: There is a place like that. It's called HOME.
The reason I say that is because I can't eat anything with alot of fat in
it or I'll get sick...somehow it makes me sick. So the way things are now I
can't really eat at any fast food chains. But with all this talk about
healthy foods in the 90's you would just think someone would have come up
with a place that serves food like you'd make at home..or would that be alot
harder to do? I don't know..maybe it would.
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From: dynasor@news.infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
On Thu. Sep 28, 1995, jimvan@gate.net told All:
> While reading Holy Mutha Tarla's post last Sunday, I was inhaling the
> aroma of a fine loaf of bread baking in my very own oven.
I GOT NO FUCKING STOVE.
I GOT NO FUCKING FRIDGULATOR.
The only way I can cook at home is if I chase down an animal and then
throw it on a fire in the yard.
Maybe I ought to go get some some of these things.
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From: bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar)
nickie@mars.superlink.net ( Rev. Nickie) wrote:
>Yet another thing to worry about is the DIET INDUSTRY CONSPIRACY. About
>a year ago, I started following a little-known, much-derided diet where you
>avoid sugar and carbohydrates almost completely and actually eat only
>meat and some vegetables. I have lost FORTY pounds, and probably
>would've lost more if Will didn't keep force-feeding me ice cream every
>time I went to see him. I am in much better shape thanks to eating Big >Macs, sanz bun.
Good point, Rev. Nickie, The Diet Industry (as well as most people who
write books about diets) are in the business of making money, and they
really don't want you to succeed long term. If you actually change
your lifestyle, they don't get your guilt dollars any more. And what
would Jenny Craig, and Weight Watchers do if they couldn't get you
hooked on their little convenience foods? Why, they'd go bankrupt, and
we can't have that.
One of the biggest myths that seems to be perpetuated is that numbers
on the scale count for diddly-squat. You can lose five pounds of water
weight just from a case of diarrhea ( I have recent firsthand
experience), and just because the numbers on the scale go down that
doesn't mean that you aren't just as fat (percentagewise) as you were
before.
I'm personally in favor of people having any particular body style
that they desire, be it comfortably soft or lean and rock-hard. I wish
that the CON were gone and we could find any number of body types to
be sexually appealing instead of just the California Amazon surfbabe
type. My actual bitch here is about the hypocrisy of a society which
inundates its members with one image then turns around and scolds them
for not resisting their carefully manipulated lures.
It's the same situation we have with sex and teenagers ( or sex and
any unmarried folk). We barrage them with this idea that everyone must
be sexually appealing; and give them explicit instructions on what is
and is not appealing, then turn right around and say, "Now that you're
in a lather...take a shower, and don't you DARE masturbate, you
fucking pervert!" "Here, take your kids to McDonalds and share in
America's family values. While you're here we'll fill your kids up on
Bolivian beef and sugar. Then you can take them home and plop them in
front of the Nintendo babysitter, and we'll bitch you out for having
fat stupid kids...is it a deal?" and America says, "Yes, please
sodomise me, addict me, and blame me for being weak enough to fall for
your bullshit...I'm just so goddamned tired after working all day for
you..."
oops..there I go again...
Tarla (you think I write a lot...you should hear me TALK!)Star
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From: mtownsend@interramp.com (Michael Townsend)
bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar) wrote:
>my point was that on one hand you have society telling you that Body Type
>A is the only acceptable body form, then turning right around and
>showing nothing but commercials for high calorie foods.
Yeah, but look at your subject line. Who are They? And what Harvest are
you referring to?
The clueless, con-duped pinks who bring us KFC, McD's and the rest of the
high-sodium TV foods don't know about any Harvest other than quarterly
grosses (ah, but they will, they will). Do you think maybe JHVH-1 and the
space bankers have had a hand in the media/marketing discrepancies you and Mr. Lurch describe?
I agree with you and you and you (but not you) wholeheartedly to eat
whatever you like, don't worry about your body so much, cultivate your
Slack and shun fast food chains as much as possible.
-dad
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From: lurch@mindspring.com (Mr. Lurch)
>TarlaStar (bmyers@ionet.net) wrote:
>: "But what can I do?" you ask. Well first off, stop giving them your
>: money to make you fat. Don't pay them to abuse your body. Stop going
>: to large corporate food chains.
You make some very good points, and your remarks about the imminent
collapse of this bullshit system may be closer to the mark than you or
anyone else really hopes. A cataclysmic upheaval on or about the time of the
second millenium is alluded to in many religions, including Slack, and all the
elements neccessary for a protracted and unpleasant trip back to the middle
ages are here in this here and now, and cannibalism may well experience a
resurgence in the near future, as you imply.
The paradoxical peddling of of poison-filled fatty foods and later,
programs, pills and philosophy to help you shed the blubber their
consumption creates is a real and odious effort, but it should not be
considered in isolation. This is merely one piece of an overall strategy to
maintain the absurd level of pointless consumerism and personal
helplessness in this country (and unfortunately, much of the western world).
The engine that drives this media/government/business juggernaut runs on
money, and creative methods are often required to provide fuel for such a
wasteful beast.
The media bombards us with billboards, TV spots and magazine ads peddling
beer, then howls in self-righteous anguish about drunk driving. It tosses off,
in various TV programs, an absurd and self-indulgent lifesytle where
jerkoffs working at a car wash on some sitcom run around in nothing but
designer clothes, then it bitterly decrys the high levels of personal debt in
this country. The TV dominates the leisure time of the last few generations,
pumping out a sewage-stream of piping hot, poisonous slop, then, almost
without a pause, complains about the sadly low level of real education
among U.S. citizens. While the exposure of a woman's breast is
generally carefully avoided on the idiot box, people are blown away
flippantly and violence is often shown as a real solution to many problems.
Whether or not this has any real effect on crime rates is debatable, but it at
least makes the media's feigned concern with the current urban slaughter a
bit hard to swallow. We are bombarded constantly by schisters telling us to
call them for the skinny on welching on our debts, as well as hosing the
insurance companies for big bucks on the basis of bogus injuries, then
wonder why the average American's word is not worth the breath it takes to
utter it nor the effort needed to cross one's fingers. Government spokesmen
and media heavywieghts pretend to have concern for the environment, but
are in truth part of a system that works actively to make us use more, drink
more, waste more, eat more and burn more of the world's resources. There
are a lot more examples, but they get a tad political. Suffice it to say that the
media succeeded in convincing the mentally comatose American people that
Madonna, O.J. Simpson, and roller blades are more important than the
banruptcy of the social security system, the S&L scandal, and a host of dire
and very real environmental problems. Why would they do this? Because
the latter category has not developed a marketing strategy. Perhaps if
somone came up with a "crooked congressman" lunchbox or a "Ollie the
Ozoneless Aussie" doll, covered with class III melanomas, this would all different.
Just don't think this system will absorb any abuse and keep functioning. No
country can survive a deliberate and long-term effort to undermine the
reasoning faculties of its citizens. And that is exactly what we have had in
the good old USA. The result is that we are a collectively weak-minded,
evironmentally irresponsible, fat, lazy, litigious bunch of crybabies that look
for pills to make us healthy and to the government to solve all our problems.
The dirty work is almost done, and soon a new form of chaos that even the
materialistic, spiritually hollow, weak and ugly American will find abhorrent,
and in many cases, unsurvivable, will replace the oddly resilient lunacy that
now holds sway in our lives.
There's no real use in trying to tell the pigs from the farmers anymore.
No reason to look for heroes or people with answers in the middle, or the left
and the right. The conservatives want to pave the planet and spark
"economic growth" by pissing away the rest of the world's resourses. On
the other hand, the liberal, trendy new-age vegetarian crowd has allowed
the seminal writings of true environmentalists to become fossilized dogma,
and most content themselves with little more than earning their self-
bestowed halos by recycling a few plastic jugs and driving their cars 500
miles to spray paint a fur coat or stomp a steak. But I doubt many of them
would be willing to make the radical sacrifices that would be neccessary for
each and every one of us to make if were were serious about long-term
management and health of the earth's natural systems. In they end, leaders
on all sides are really just spectral puppets in a flickerering, fake and surreal
media controlled daydream. Any politician or pundit that really told the
truth about the gravity of our situation would be either branded a radical
whacko or ground fine and fed to the dogs, because, like the Catholics that
would not look through Galileo's telescope, people believe what they want
to believe, and prefer killing the messenger to accepting the truth in almost
all cases.
There's no chance that Rush will save us, nor will Michael Stipe.
Time to stop humming "The End of the World As We Know It,"
and to find a chair to stuff your ass in when the music stops.
Mr Lurch
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