Psychosis
Organic Human in a Robotic World.
Price of Paradise.
Trillions of tourists shitting every day...flushing their shit right into the bay...Radio-active sewage mixed with bleach and flouride, mercury and Fukashima radio-activity...Plagues, Wars and rumors of wars... signs, signs the end is coming soon.Consistantly inoculated with incalculable chemical concoctions that cloud our consiousness we stumble blindly thru this concrete and asphalt maze consuming pre-masticated, pre-fabricated reproductions of the fruits of the earth from land that has been stripped, raped and furrowed...Shrink wrapped managers special...everything is for sale...cartoon-ized caricaturizations of a lost culture...Carrion...Remnants of random peices on Discount...strip malls built on top of the graves of dead babies...Traditions lost in the transition...new temples built from the ruins of the old...the ceiling resting atop the pillars of the seven deadly sins...
The civil was was not about freedom of slaves, it was about power, control and possession. The industrial revolution was at it’s peak and the industrial north needed workers for their factories. The concept of self-sufficient plantations, privately owned by family’s that set their own prices for their crop was a thorn in the side of their capitalistic regime, a stumbling block to the doctrine of Manifest Destiny that would propel them to the top of the pyramid where they would sit on their throne above the Cosmos and rule over the nations with an iron rod. The north wasn’t interested in freeing southern slaves as much as it was interested in enslaving the south for it’s own purposes. The confederate states were invaded by the Union and rendered prisoners of war. The civil war wasn’t about freedom, it was about money and power and labor and taxes.The Civil War was an embaresment to the ideal of Liberty and Freedom that the United States of America was founded on. History reapeats it-self and today the new civil war is in it’s birth pains,emerging from a 40 year old struggle against the Liberty and Freedom our country supposedly represents, no longer North vs. South, this time the country will be divided from east to west and the cash crop is no longer cotton.
Learn to use your omnipotent super Jesus powers today! The startup package includes this bright flashy book by Bill Johnson for only 29.99 plus tax. Limited supply and there selling like hot cakes! Stop by the bookstore in the lobby and pick up your copy today! Our mega-church is open from 8 am to 2:30 pm every Sunday offering a variety of Sunday school classes and services to suit your needs and desires. There is no need to stop for coffee on the way to church; we now have a Starbucks in the foyer (right across from the book store) for your convenience! (Please give a little extra to the offering so we can pay the salary of the money changers! And by the way, the standard Tithe has been raised from ten percent of your gross income to fifteen percent; please make a note of that. Tithe envelopes are provided in the back of your pews, remember your tithe is tax deductable!) Our Traditional service starts at nine am for you early risers that prefer the classic old-school style Jesus and features Old Testament readings, congregational hymns written during the Crusades, long pious congregational prayers with plenty of thee’s and thou’s, a weekly quote by our sponsor George W. Bush, and old timey hell fire and brimstone preaching by our Senior Pastor Rev. Gilly Brahm who just turned 95 last week (Happy Birthday!) Our Contemporary service begins immediately following at approximately 10:30 and features a more hip, up to date, westernized Jesus. Come and worship Jesus in style as our house band plays Christian parodies to Boston and Foreigner as well as heartfelt love songs from the 80’s in which the word “Baby” is replaced with “Jesus.” Enjoy the light show and smoke machine! This service comes with the extra option to raise your hands in the air, clap to the beat (on 2 and 4 please) and speak in your prayer language! (If you do not have one, one will be provided for you by one of our lovely tongue coaches.) We do allow dancing, however, no booty shaking or other vulgar expressions please, but feel free to convulse on the floor moaning and groaning as the spirit gives you utterance. See you Sunday!
Squares, Lines, Boxes and Boobs
The problem with our society is fact that it is the wrong shape. Nature is composed of circles and spheres, everything in Nature operates in cycles, every motion and wave of energy is at its root centrifugal and centripetal. Columbus found that the world is round, and ever since, the human race has been overwhelmed with the task of making it flat again. We just couldn’t handle the circularity and spherishness of it so we divided the north and south with a fictitious line separating it into hemi-spheres and then quartered it separating the east from the west, then we rolled it out flat and drew lines of longitude and latitude, created national border lines, state and province lines and county and parish lines. We made them all as square as we could, considering we were inconvenienced by rivers and peninsulas and such. As if all of that wasn’t enough we built cities, grids of roads and numbered square city blocks lined with square houses, and square office buildings sectioned into square floors of square cubicles. Society is a square conspiracy to square everyone away in their own individualized little squares like caged animals at the zoo so we can be monitored and controlled. We live in on blocks, work in cubes, are entertained by boob tubes in square boxes, we eat our cereal out of boxes, store our food in ice boxes, and we’re buried in a pine box. We’ve divided time into lines, years and months and weeks and days and hours and minutes; boxes within boxes within boxes within boxes…We’ve reduced music into lines and measures. Some have even attempted to put God in a box and enclose him behind a curtain within the square walls of a temple and use their self proclaimed anointing to control the masses lined in rows and aisles…we have even started to dissect the human brain, separating it into lobes and hemispheres and the main occupation of the powers that be is to enforce the mass lobotomy of the population to keep them in line…Boobs.
The problem with our country is the fact that we throw money at all of our problems. It is like a mother bandaging her child’s skinned knee with a dollar bill. Sure, it might stick to the kid’s knee for a while but in the end it will make matters worse rather than better. Capitol hill has become the scene of utmost greed and disillusionment, like bourbon street during Mardi Gras, the populace has become patrons in a parade where Uncle Sam throws dollar-bills instead of beads and wears a smiling mask of democracy while individuals, families, organizations, and “underprivileged” citizens scramble and fight over the loot. The madness leads me to believe that we should change our nation’s motto from “In God we trust” to “Throw me something mister!” The Fema Fiasco after Hurricane Katrina is just one example of what will take place when Uncle Sam runs out of dough to throw.
The U.S. government has created its own monster. It has spawned an entire generation that depends on them to finance their retirement, feed them, and pay for their doctor bills, abortions, contraception, education plus exporting large amounts of money to other parts of the world. Maybe the more appropriate term for the government should be “Daddy Sam” rather than “Uncle Sam”. They have created a government-sufficient, welfare state. They have hand-fed the elephant at the zoo peanuts until it is nice and fat and spoiled and they haven’t bothered to ask themselves what will happen when they run out of peanuts.
I believe it is time for another revolution. A return to the roots of what our country was founded on. I believe we should begin to exercise our rights given to us by our forefathers. As citizens of this great country, I think it is time that we the people took our lives into our own hands. I think it is time we started building our own homes, raising our own families, and putting food on our own tables. Our government by the people for the people has become nothing more than a socialistic institution, a sinking ship drowning in debt, steadily dolling out money it does not have to a greedy, mutinous crew.
College: been there done that, didn’t care enough to buy the T-shirt and your tax dollars paid my way. Pell grants and other Federal and state financial assistance give young people all over America an opportunity and excuse to binge drink, have casual and meaningless sex, and experiment with drugs, run up credit card bills and other wise post-pone real life for an extra four or more years after high-school. All of this on Uncle Sam’s’ bill I might add. As for the studious and enlightened ones that actually were sober enough to graduate, just go to Starbucks or Blockbuster and you will find them behind the counter in a uniform complete with a plastic corporate smile and nametag. Upon asking them how college prepared them for the real world, they will gleefully tell you about their degree that is framed and hanging above their bed in their parents house; Please rewind, it’s due back Monday before 10pm. Enjoy! As the tuition rises more and more each year the value of a degree decreases don’t buy the lie; a college degree is not a penance for salvation, or a ticket to the job of your dreams….why is it the government bends over backwards to emphasize the importance of college and to provide every means necessary to ensure the educations of America’s youth? Because a mind is a terrible thing to waste, knowledge is power, and federal and state funded institutions are the only place besides the media that the young, pliable, half-stoned minds of America’s future can be filled with ultra-left wing liberal socialistic propaganda. Not that I ‘m completely undermining the college experience, I do realize that it is often worth the years of debt and financial struggle that usually succeed it. However, there are other ways to obtain knowledge and to develop relationships rather than climb the ivory tower. For example, we live in the information age. If you want to know something about anything there is an immeasurable amount of info available on the internet. Granted you will have to wade thru some bull-shit to learn anything worth-while but then again college is not bull-shit free by any means either. Better yet read a book. As far as social life goes, there are other ways to meet people besides paying thousands of dollars of tuition fees for the college community life, join a cult. They are a hell of a lot more accepting than a fraternity or sorority would be and the initiation process promises to be a lot less weird and humiliating. Or, if the cult thing is not for you, try a motorcycle gang, bridge club, internet dating service, become a barfly at a local dive, or get a job. The best professor is life and the best education is experience; live. If you want to learn about aboriginals in Australia, get out of the classroom and fly there and develop a taste for kangaroo burgers I guarantee you will learn much more for a much cheaper price.
By the way, I discovered in my freshman year, a lifetime ago, that fraternities were evil cults with horrendous and dangerous initiation rites. Also that my classmates were mostly drunk out of their minds, living off their parents, and avoiding the draft. 90% of them checked out of college early.
Ron