...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



I don't give a shit that you feel sorry for me. Get to work and do something:
                                                  Some Notes on Isla Vista

Richard Martinez (father of kid killed in conv. store by E Rodger, half-breed sociopath) thinks he, Martinez, doesn't have a gun, and he doesn't want one. Also he doesn't want his fellow citizens having guns either, evidently.
But he does have one.
His gun is called "Police" it's called "Sheriff" it's called "FBI", "Secret Service", "USArmy".
Take away those guns and Mr. Martinez will want one of his very own to have and to hold real quick.
Or he won't be here.
The mythic levels of sadistic violence in south of the border drug gang murder show the descent to atrocity that's inevitable w/o some kind of stable social context and a forceful authority to maintain it.
There are hideously bad people in the world.
How many and how active they are seems to depend on a lot of things.
One that only gets press in the religious/hippy area is how much kindness is available at any given moment. How much saturation kindness has in the main.
The public index of compassion.
Compassion is an emotional state of being and a way of acting that's antithetical to free-market capitalism.
Don't give me that shit about gazillionaires being all philanthropic once they wise up. That's after they've made their money in the shark tank.

Also the ability to see things coming. To predict, forecast, prophesy.
To stop bad things from happening by seeing them coming before they happen.
The glitch in that is that any predictions, any predictors that call for immediate resolve, something needs done, if they rock the big ark too much, will be thrown over the side.
This is the same template of opposition that calls for social justice run into.
Want to eliminate street crime? Get rid of the unconscionable degree of human misery at the bottom.
But that would mean your greedhead ship would have to change its course.

The solution at the top is protected compounds, invisibility and controlled access.
But the kids won't stay inside all day and night, not until we breed up a bunch of human mushrooms or something.
So they go out into the streets mommy and daddy's plutophilic greed-syndrome have made unsafe.
Surveillance I hear you say.
Put the niggers and white trash on camera 24/7 and let em know you're watching.
Profile the berserkers and render them before they explode, I hear you say.
Only your track record on solutions to serious problems is let's say negligible at best.
And anyway what you're dong there is mostly just creating a bigger more powerful distributed gun, with an invisible silencer on it.
And as we see, guns can be turned on decent people.

We can't devalue human life and expect human lives to not become more expendable.
We can't throw an exponentiating population into permanent, and permanently increasing, anxiety and not expect people to look around for who to get rid of.

My heart says stop writing and work on the deeper part, the part about death not being our enemy.
So that's what I'm going to do now.

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