informant38
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...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica
Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.
Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors
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13.8.12
23.5.12
11.4.12
Don't write anything for weeks and weeks and then just bitch and snark. My only excuse for the bitterness below is I just reread Darrow's "Address to The Prisoners at The Cook County Jail" last night. It maps pretty well for what happened. Until you get that touch of evil sense, that this is all much bigger than it seems, than we're led to believe, than our senses carry, until your mind and heart get opened, gravity dissipates, and where is that light coming from anyway?
It hurts. It keeps hurting. And that's where the bitterness enters. I'm trying to do too many things at once. Vent off geysers of rage, speak calmly to nice young people, nail the inhuman swine, and accomplish something I couldn't name under torture for what it really is.
So N&P, I felt ya readin it, and it didn't feel like I got it right enough for that. So this, not to undo it, but hold.
Soon more better.
still here 19:24
“Dr. Norgaard is just the latest in a long line of very respected, responsible scientists who are being attacked because their message, frankly, is a threat to some very powerful vested interests,” Mann said.There's so many elephants in the room now there should be a full-time custodian for the fecal output, oh right that's the internet's job and stuff.
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"It was the same tactic used by the tobacco industry"
The default sense is "the people" did it. Go read Clarence Darrow's "Address to the Prisoners in the Cook County Jail" for a take-down on that "personal responsibility" horseshit. The fortunes made from the oil/auto/energy combines, and the power nexuses fabricated out of those greed-slime fortunes and graspings, the spirits that emerge like smoke from burning plastic as the chipsets bleed heat into the chassis of whatever digital metaphor I was working at the start of this sentence. But one pachydermish mass that is clear as hell yet goes unspoken is the happy-face Jesus community that says "Yeah,yay!" to the world-on-fire. So why fight it, why even block it, why even do anything but wait for whoever's doing all this to tell you what it is you're supposed to do with a now burning world. Sadistic responses are the key giveaway, that gratified surge of pleasure pheromones at the sight of suffering others, that's the worm looking through your eyes, and liking what it sees.
I can relate, but I'm still carrying enough touchy-gushy mooshy-feely that I feel guilty about it.
No. Bad to wreck the world. Even though it looks like mostly swine at the top. Even though most of them deserve it.
Bad because the kids. So they use our kids as human shields, just like the worm does. Maybe the same guys in the end. My guess it flatlines, so that right at the end of things for me I'm exactly halfway between Oh no and What the hell, bring it. And etcetera for everybody else too.
That there are other worlds I have no doubt, astronomical, spiritual, you name it. Whether there's a bridge from here to a better one I am not offering an opinion. But there's a spooky similarity between the consensus religious and the techno-cannibals. Same uniforms, different colors, same strategies, different language. People got tricked into driving 2 tons of steel back and forth to work and schools and shopping, with a human payload of maybe 3-400 pounds. Just so they'd burn that fuel. Tricked being the operant descriptor.
My curiosity wants to know who did that. My heart wants their severed heads on pikes, whoever they were, or are.
What crime anywhere, ever, compares with what it looks like we're headed toward?
Well that's it. Destroying the world's the perfect crime. The perfectest.
Nobody there to accuse you once it's done.
Demonic laughter from creatures who don't live here, in this zone, this realm, this world.
Ajax knew that rage.
But I wanted to say, somehow, little folks it wasn't you. You were tricked into it.
still here 14:10
6.1.12
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