iran? sorry. but i’m not impressed. iran. am i supposed to take this seriously? sanctions on iran is kinda like sending Martha Stewart to jail.
BP et al. now sanctions on those mother fuckers… i could see that.
sanctions on the boys and girls in banks and on wall street who engineered crashing of economies around the globe? now that would be sane.
and what can one say about this… Human Experimentation at the Heart of Bush Administration’s Torture Program… am i supposed to not “look back” at this? i should worry about sanctions on iran while my country continues to fuck up the rest of the planet?
here’s what has come into my thoughts these last months. we need to stop worrying about the future. i know that sounds strange. but the future hasn’t happened. in fact, it never happens does it? we never get there. we only ever get here. now. we are always in NOW. in fact, why worry about tomorrow? today is fucked up enough. let tomorrow go. concentrate on now.
oh, yeah. and that change thing? i’m done with CHANGE. no.more.change. fuck change. i’ve had enough CHANGE. any more change and there’s nothing left of the gulf coast. my country has changed into fashionably fascist with tons more regulation of private citizens. yet … somehow … those causing the problems, like gun and drug dealers and bankers, continue to make tons of money. but drug dealers never get called “terrorists.” i wonder why that is.
i don’t want to hear any more predictions about the future. really. i want my life right now. i don’t care about 10 years from now. i work it now. make it better now. live it now. fuck the power brokers. their petroleum, plastic, and toxic obsession with wealth and power. fuck them. i want to live outside of their constructs.
in large part, i’ve stopped thinking about them. i shop small. got rid of my credit card. live in a house, mortgage free. the only bad thing i do is fly home twice a year. oh, and one other really terrible thing. the snails and slugs were eating my flowers and i put down poison. i did that. and when i saw what i did, i couldn’t believe it. i’m not over it yet.
it’s still there in me. that sense that i can just erase what ever gets in my way. i can simply clap my hands and dispose of inconvenient things.
i’m like them in that way. a little bit like them. still there. but every day i try to move farther and farther away from it. not fighting them. not being like them. not obsessing.
no. it’s not the oil spill. it’s still NOT health care or any of the myriad things listed where urgent action is urged.
it’s us. it’s simply up to us. has been. is now. will be. i’ve stopped expecting the bad guys to be better. it’s me who has stop poisoning the snails and the slugs.