Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year's Eve

Imagine being safely seated in lifeboat, while countless others drown, only to learn that another lifeboat has been secured to take your luggage to shore...
Sam Harris, "A New Year's Resolution for the Rich"

His quip isn't anywhere near to being empty. It's what happened throughout the History of civilization. It's what is happening right now. Not only in the United States but definitely here. Definitely with Our support. With the support of the majority of Americans who, inheriting second-hand tales of the austerity with which our Grands and great grandparents did live through the Great Depression, believe that we are merely being forced into our less dreamy version of our America due to Government policies which suck our wallets dry and redistribute our own hard earned wealth to the slacking and otherwise "undeserving" poor.

Well, we've got the undeserving part right, anyway...

Happy New Year to us all. It's going to be the one we've worked to get. Like it or not, it's what we really seem to believe we deserve.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

If everyone voted, after becoming as informed as the modern net can supply, would this really be the world in which we live? There are times in History when people have in front of them a decision to make. It probably isn't that time for even a large minority of people, but it is growing, and will swell unbelievably when something makes everything bad enough to suck the life out of too many people who Want To Live.

And in a peaceful, loving, prosperous and responsible world. Really! I believe that most people do, and that's why they let Leaders in their culture and Politics set the stage for them. As if those homo sapes were Lords and creators and protectors.

And sometimes they have been.

I don't know how close we are to that time. When so many will do more than throw our hands up in disgust, refusing to share their opinion or develop it more fully. When we will rise up physically and politically again. To what effect, no one now knows, though I see a nasty path to a good.

I think this time is closer to now then it is to the Reagan years and the nuclear apocalypse potential which preceded the Gulf incursions and manipulations that still haunt us, mostly now via Afghanistan and our Saudi alliance. Too bad that in the the 70s, did 60s activism become something less, something different, though still very connected to pride and feeling good, rather than feeling good about our accomplishments. So many people, stoned on drugs, booze, consumerism or patriotism, or religion, felt the farm being bought, and shifted into proud American mode, still loaded on the fear and self-congratulatory compensation which those cultural addictions duly provide.

Vive la Ronnie!

Since 9/11 we've spent our way into bankruptcy and foreclosure supporting the U.S. of A. Land of the free. Home of the brave. But now too many of us are broke near to dropping out of the American Dream, and those who are rich are so beyond the wildest dreams of your average TV addict.

I hope what's coming upon us Historically is another peaceful transition. Well, at least of the Eisenhower from Truman sort. Full of the usual vitriol and innuendo, but lacking McCarthy's power of paranoia.

I know... I tend to ask for everything.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Kill Switch --- Engage!* AGAIN!

This is a repost of a silly post which I just never thought would turn out as well as it did. Well, as it did IMO. Ya can tell by the dearth of comments that only one other peop did shareth my "holiday spirit" of that time.


Hhmmm. . . I just realized that every post since this one has been tolerant, positive, optimistic, up-beat or down-right sickery sweet and happy for the holidays.

This. Just. Won't. Do.

Now, while I take back none of it (and really can't stop listening to BG an' Neddie's Opus o' Yule!) I do have to confront the reality that I'm a 41 year old double-divorcé, (semi)manic depressive and an under-educated, amateur politi-blogging, atheist non-breeder with few active fleshbot friends, the best (perhaps) of whom is away in NYC for the long holiday weekend, thus leaving me alone again, naturally**.

I awoke (alone again***, let's not forget) this morning to the (redundant) realization that that so-called "Saint" Nick ain't coming down my chimney, even if'n I had one in this black mold infested (but easily affordable) brownstown on the near west side of a (formerly) Red State (formerly) steel town in the (cardiomyopathically**** challenged) Heartland of America.

Lucky for me, I read so many blogs that I'm almost always a day or two (or 10) behind, so old posts frequently appear brand new pour moi, and I am able to rekindle the War Effort via teh Librul-Baby-Geesus-Hating Underground.

Thanks for the linkage, "Miss C"! Irony is Beautiful.


* Some Conservatroll over on Bobby Lightfoot's used the name of that band to poo poo my man Bobby's awesome expression of angst over his life in the music industry. Being a sometime Metal maven, I seriously love (no. I ain't gonna be embarrassed 'bout that shit, either! {-;) the sound of the band name. Kill Switch Engage! What the . . ? Guess I'll go ahead and add that to my litany o' woes in this post's 3rd paragraph.

** Yikes! I never listened to all the lyrics to that one, eh. (I mean, why?) No worries, folks. My Dad ain't dead, and I'm not throwin' m'self off no towers. Terminal, or otherwise.

*** What's that mommy? No one will ever love me like you do? But.. but.. {shudderererererererer....}

**** {another-shudder} Yeppers, folks. I know that could very well be the mirror image of MY own heart, begging me to quit effing smoking already.

♫♫ ♫♫

Thank you non-existent gods, God and goddesses, for teh fucking Internets!!!1!1!Q!1

Merry Chris'mas! ! !


Wednesday, December 22, 2010

and forever again

I don't want to
but I do
at least for now I accept it
I move forward
though not yet on

and something always
brings me down
back to a void
with my name on it
in gold and platinum
wanting silver for its mane

I ask the questions
but I leave
before the answers can make sense
to me
to who I want to be
after I reason out my fears
right now it's okay

Calligraphic are my thoughts
and beautiful to think
and see
but never to fully comprehend their reasons
though, I should know by now,
that isn't as important as
the getting there

Psychotropic is my spiel
or so it does appear from
your reaction to it
the reflections in your eyes
as they look away
and try to make it back to mine
because, I know,
you really do care

If ever you're in this neighborhood again
drop on in
let me know or just stop by
my door is locked but
it only takes a second
for the tumblers to fall
in the right way
to let you in

I don't know
I think I know
I am just not ready yet
to let you in
and again
and forever again
until you are finally comfortable
with being where we may yet go.

Note: I've only a few things which I'm good at speaking on. Political motives and sociological inevitabilities are two which appear to be the most useless but fulfilling for me.

And I understand people. Not persons all to often. At least not until any risk or benefits to my life they represent might be no longer available. I've taken, and will always continue to take risks with people I think are worth it. I'm the Judge of me. I'm the Judge of everything I see. Of everyone. I think I just don't understand how very few people seem to realize that not one of us, not me, nor you, nor anyone, can be the executioner as well. Any sentence we adjudicate can only be executed upon ourselves. No matter how much it may truly effect any others' lives. Any other's life.

I Judge me wanting. And am good with what I'm doing to remediate my lacks.

It's all good right now. It'll be better sooner rather than later, now. :)


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

It Is Here

again I lie
it forces its way out through
my teeth

staring into
eyes of amber chocolate

so true this time
and again not everything

I am the wolf
who strives to be the white prince
of dreams

whose soft kisses
open her eyes to life worth

silly smile
locked in that way I can't help

these worn down fangs
promising everything She's

delivers us
into temptation's empty

where both of us
wallow in our happiest

it is here now
awakening to facts not

all of those sweet times brushed off

onto my soul
where I will choose to believe
or won't

again I lie
wearing truth's better Sunday

still just rags
these grand imperial clothes
bare all

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

New World Order

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Saturday, December 11, 2010

silly woo ku

once in a while
politics fades from my view
eyes only for you

Friday, December 10, 2010

Just Too Much Like

Isn't it a little much
like Heaven?
when the little child says what
you should know

Isn't it just a wee small bit
like Hell
when so soon her face has lost her
innocence glow

Everything that brings us
all together
and all those bits that
set us off apart

Enchanting mesmerizing
forevers trapped in trusted
cagey hearts

Oh, sometimes I could fall
away down under
at others I would rise
above it all

And sometimes I may feel
that I am smothered
still others I just lie there
feeling swell

Filled up and almost for
to bursting
Or emptied like an old
discarded shell

Just always can I see the door
to Heaven
Just as often as I sense the
depths of Hell

carpe every diem
sure as love and hatred
no one else
can reap or sew
them for us
but ourselves

Saturday, December 04, 2010

Dear Mr President

From Reagan to Clinton, and the Bushes to now, yes now. The share of income earned in the United States has been legislatively funneled towards, not only the top One Percent of this country's population, but to an even smaller percentage of income earners.

Please to give Bernie Sanders your full attention for 10 or 15 minutes. Get your coffee. Let the E-sitter watch the kids for a moment or so and embrace the reality into which these United States are being ever more inextricably compacted.

And I'm posting the following on the President's website. If nothing else then to make myself feel somewhat better so that I don't continue argue with so much vehemence with my own dear peops. It does, I know, make me less than an enjoyable person to be around at time. :)

My Dear President Barack Obama

Please understand this fundamental fact of nature: One cannot rule from the top down in an effective and efficacious manner for the whole of any environment. It destroys that environment to siphon too large a percentage of its resources to the any single subset. 20+% of a nation's wealth cannot be concentrated in the financial accounts of a mere 1% without the rest of that nation's people and businesses suffocating for lack of such resources.

It simply and oh so very demonstrably throughout the course of History cannot be accomplished. Not to any end but the destruction of such a nation.

I don't foresee the U.S.A. becoming a 3rd World nation within the next 20 years, or even 50 barring some sort of invasion of massive proportions, whether that be from the waves of immigrants we will undoubtedly have from quickly flooding coastal areas around the globe, or from some not unpredicted further explosion of Islamist extremism. Neither of those possibilities is extraordinarily unlikely, but I really believe that the grotesquely wealthy American aristocracy will prevail upon the ignorant and wonderful hordes of American citizens to keep them voting in ever more malignant State and Federal marionettes to write laws denying American opportunities to such traditional pilgrims as the former, and continuing the Bush administration's diminishment of individual liberties. Ostensibly these laws will continue to be in support of the Constitution, though in actuality they can have no effect but to continue to produce a Federal government which not even Alexander Hamilton would have recognized as "Democratic".

This can only be allowed if those elected officials, especially those such as yourself, Mr President, whom we elect to alleviate the Financial distress we are facing instead succumb to the persuasive and vain arguments of the Aristocracy of this country. It can only happen if you, Mr President, allow yourself to honestly believe that our mission in Afghanistan is to "defend against terrorist breeding grounds" or to promote Democracy in a primitive but deserving society. To believe that the Reaganesque theory of Trickle Down Economics has lasting value, even after its natural ability to sustain an entire economy has run out.

It can only be continued if our nation's financial resources are allowed to continue being funneled to those who already control such a disproportionate share. They do not earn that share. They have purchased it, not with the sweat of their brows, or the grace of their creativity, but by their insidious and disingenuous manipulations of the good will and great desire of the common ranks of humanity in these United States to see justice done and liberty maintained by all. By convincing so many individuals that it is only Government which is inefficient and nepotistic, whilst the very demonstrable facts of corruption and inefficiency show that it is unregulated private enterprise which embezzles and misdirects and flat out wastes more financial resources in any given business cycle than the U.S. government does in any given year.

The Aristocracy steals wealth by "virtue" of the Fear they can instill via media and mass marketing, both in the appropriate venue of the market for goods and services, and more viciously anti-constitutionally as they are allowed to via the same methods during our bi-annual Circus of Electioneering.

In order for any nation, for any civilization, to achieve financial and civil health it's resources must be made available utilizing relevant and appropriate rules and stipulations to the greatest number of individuals. Some will always scale ever greater heights of accumulation via the ability of individual animals to adapt and learn how best to succeed at overcoming the challenges in their ways. No matter whether those challenges are spontaneously occurring natural events or geologic phenomena, or instead those created by our fellows and the institutions we create to regulate each others' behaviour vis-a-vie one another and nature, some will overcome them. This is as it should be, and is why we sublimate the concepts of Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness in our Constitution's preamble.

Oh... but there is also another concept in that preamble. Justice. And it is not meant for only those who have sucked off so much of the wealth and liberties to pursue their goals at the expense of all who can't financially or societally challenge them. The importance of Justice is that it defends those same lesser go-getters from the "best of us", without in any empirically unfair way impinging upon each of our abilities to climb as high as our own personal resources can take us.

Mr President, you swore to work for the Middle Class, and are honorable and intelligent enough to not mistake that oath as a reason to hunt down and persecute those whose great wealth puts them far beyond that economic class. The Middle Class in all nations, though it is usually the force of revolutions against tyrants, has never been the one to instigate Class Warfare. Just as rarely have the poorer working and impoverished classes. It has always been and is today the Wealthiest class, those who own so much of the financial resources of their nations as to be considered living in an entirely different civilization from their less economically swollen peers which instigates and foments such warfare. This, as Sen Sanders does so eloquently and passionately point out, is the crux of the destruction of our Great Society today. A Beacon on a Hill shines for all people. Not merely those whose boats are called yachts. Whose wealth is staggering in comparison to the average person's. Whose lineage is precisely mapped and maintained for some delusional and duplicitous sense of worth having nothing at all to do with accomplishment or contribution to their society.

Class Warfare is perpetrated by the Wealthiest, though not all of their economic peers do support their assaults and thrusts and feints. Nothing is All or Nothing except for Life and Death, Mr President. Your support of the current of wealth flowing ever more fully into the coffers of those who already hoard far more than their responsible share will be your political downfall.

Please reassign that support as quickly as might be possible. Otherwise it will certainly, History confirms this fact, certainly portend the diminishing of this great experiment in Democracy which are these United States of America.

Sincerely and with Hope

Michael Bains
Cleveland, OH USA

Wednesday, December 01, 2010


I don't now need
to believe
as hard as I once so truly did
when I was all angst and invective
against the gods
and all their sundry

Is it insensitive
to care far more
for your mortal coil
then for the spin which life
for you has propelled
some kind of order to
this madness

Essences frothing
foaming and devoting
countless little nothings
each of their own
beyond the pail
each with grasping
hands and minds

Awareness settles in
at last I see
at least I see
something more than mere belief
erupting like a plume
of magma from a new land's
birthing cauldron

In salt and wet
unwholesome sweat
and benign accompaniment
of little things
which no one thinks about
lest we be rousted
from our sleeping

For now too long
I have thought about them
though there can never be
enough of thought
expressions of a mind
evolved in trees and
the floor of the world
wide and free and terrifying

Is dreaming still
the night's watchman
the guard upon whom
all lives depend
to waken them
when hyenas roam and salivate
for childrens' flesh and marrow

I believe it's so
but let me be the first
to say that I know not
what favors
mystical unknowns
might deign to bestow upon
our fair and foul
family of humanity
within the jungles
of our complex minds

So wherein lies
the tale teller's crux
that oh so many
believe his sorry tellings
on the screens
and waves of modernity
and soiled by sellings
of mere things to boost morale
to slaver for new needs
to be fulfilled

It's all in the enigma
it's three slight pounds
it's lobes too three
it's aloneness
in the darks of nights
intent on being
someone something gleaming
chrome and bright
which all might to believe in

A portion of our time
elapsed and lost and ruined
yet still alabaster
in pristine and innocent
alone together
none as one except
in special circumstances

How is the end
to ever come
for ever and the new beginnings
the airs we breathe
and sighing leave behind
to those who
come after all unwilling
until each shall find
our own means to believe

And with believing
cold willing
or the passion of
the fireplace on plains of
ancient dusks' heartless landscapes
and god's

Believe believers
or failing that
buy your ways from darkness
it's only what we each are owed
for this life with which we're playing
whether by the rules
we're given to believe in
Or simply until our leaving