Gems from the Mega Rough – Revolution
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgJC9w2iMIc
I have spent my evening devouring and writing of, the French Revolution. The deformity of Louis the Chubby, impotent, mocked by his own subjects, until science afforded him an avenue towards creating four heirs, yet alongside his story, was 26 million french…suffering, finding their daily bread harder to come by. So King Louis decided to weigh in on the war in America, not out of interest in Independence, but solely out of revenge against the British…A bet lost, which threw his tribe into ever worsening debt and horror.
Robespiere pouring out his welcome Latin upon the new King’s entrance to Paris, paying sincere, perhaps, homage to the newly weds, many years before, then next finding the King, when demanding equality, demanding the 3% pay taxes, and that the Enlightenment be allowed to breathe…
The very leader of the Revolution lost his head. Signore Bonaparte then took the lead, and became Emperor…Yes yes! Society changed, for more the better than the worse, yet the price was huge, in terms of mass slaughter of the french, by the french, let alone the carnage of soldiers lost and soldiers slain by the expansionist empire routine.
And so…whilst the move away from the power of the clergy and nobility, was clear and brutal, the same mechanism led to an Empire…led by a man determined to wage war war war…Indeed, Napolean, a Corsican, moreover an Italian, led to the formation of an Empire, which crushed the Revolution, and merely transferred power and riches from one 3% to another 3%…
As much as I admire Signore Bonaparte, I prefer Afu Ra…
It echoes of horror as much as pity, to accept that the masses, have no interest in what transpired in the 1780s. And yet, with a wry smile, I ponder those many wannabe do-gooders, with their skin inked with revolutionary zeal more than their spirits, their souls, their minds..REVOLUTION is never found on the skin, it is only ever found beneath the skin. Other than through wounds and scars…
I am very much eager for revolution. The majority of humans I know, are scum or dumb or a brain-washed goons. We live in a society of fakery. We lie to everyone. Even ourselves. And those who stride for honesty, transparency…are mangled and conjured through whispers shared between the cunt weaklings, as pariahs…and they do not smile, but sense something of pride, when their honest foes are seem by others they have lied to, manipulated, as wretched. This has been a part of humanity for centuries…
Are you happy with your lot? Are you happy to seek a woman, decide to have babies, mow the lawn, tend to domestic matters, watch the footy, engage with others on superficial confines? Or do you see something amiss? Anything fucking wrong? With our leaders, our overseers, killing millions in foreign lands, in our names?
If you are of the latter, and you find it awful to be a part of global brutality bombed and tortured and savaged upon people we will never know, because they are far away and dead, from out own labour…then…we need to speak. we need to collide…and collude…for whilst my heart is nourished by gift economy efforts, community co-operatives…we are not living in the 18th century. The 3% has become the 1% and they control and govern us more than ever before…
Do you have any serious interest in making the world a better place? Are you constantly disgusted by the affectation, the obsequious swagger of corporate kinship…which to me is cuntship, for its based in lies, lies, lies…fuck the fakes…kill the fakes,..
Play the game. Smile at the Overseers. Fuck over your workmates. Squeal to the bosses to further your own ends…Squeal for anything you don’t like, when you know you have the support of the 1 or 3%.
I need to accept that my Romeo routine, whilst real, and for very offering, erupting from my essence, often gorgeously in words…are a remedy for nothing other than pretty words. ANd so…my zeal, my life, must become focused on matters which mean something. If not children, then books, then actions. For I cannot lessen my zeal to accept that I have no power to influence awareness and FIGHT…
I remain close, but far, from a murder of righteous killer crows from my motherland…whose only interest, or respect or love for me is based in my spirit and integrity, for they are warriors…the eager infantry for any battle which involves their own.
The Many wallow in their own sabotage. They play to the crowd. I fucking despise the crowd. They are vapid scum. They know only what they are told, think only what others tell them to think, have no interest in thinking or feeling for themselves…for they get such things from their phones and TV…yes yes! we should spend 8 hours per day working for corporate gilding, and believe whatever they tell us to believe?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9sXe2o3hSg
Some see the world as wrong. I see it as mainly evil, yet that conclusion is focused upon humanity masquerading as sharks and spiders. This mention of ‘humanity’ in any exchange, instantly suggests, by rightful definition. as ‘cowardly, vicious, conniving, human shaped creatures’….
I prefer cats to people…for their sadism is never hidden or morphed into affectation.
If you are near death, then I wish you the least painful passage. Everyone else must be made aware that our overseers are killing in the name of their profit, with our taxes, lying to us….and we need to accept this. And come together…I fear it will take the modern Operation Gladio to appear on own doorsteps, before any semblance of solidarity can find enough sparks to become flame…
The insects show more spirit than most humans I meet.
And the angels…I know of one. Perhaps two. Both of whom have sent me back to cocoon, from whence I must bloom…One is a man of..colourful experience, the other shaped by different, yet equally bright and brilliant colours of reality…both remain within contact, and to find any smoke signals. are gilded fondness..
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