Saturday, November 5, 2011

Smoke coming from the machine


Can you see it? Smoke from global economic machinations? Smoke from grass root frustrations? Smoke from Iranian centrifuges? Smoke from European bond markets? Can you see it? There's a real glow in the embers of future fires, where the kindling is piled high in flesh and blood, and the fog of revelation lifts from the mound of falsities. We're in the time in history where the wolf, the real one, the one believed by most would never show up, has started knocking at the door, and whether we open it or not, it will huff and puff until the architecture of capitalism is blown to pieces around us. We, all of us, unless buried in some bunker somewhere sipping expensive wine with fellow elites, will be left naked and exposed to the villainy and brutality the wolf brings. It's only a question of how many times the wolf will knock. Will it be once more, or twice? Only the wolf knows, and it doesn't share its secrets with the likes of me or you. It gets orders directly from those bunkered elites parading themselves on red carpets as they smile and wave at the camera's they own. They tease us with their plans, their promises that a solution will be found, their gifts of austerity that they say can be successfully endured, not by them of course, but by the electricians and bus drivers of the world. "Keep smiling you bastards," I think as I watch people by the thousands shutdown major US ports, occupy banks, and endure the icy test of winters onset while be insulted by corpobanking mouth-pieces on CNN and Fox. It is but a natural reaction to the same, and the momentum of outrage grows. When I see the rubber bullets, tear gas, batons, horses, and shields come out, I know the fires are lit, and they are! "Keep shooting marines, you cowardly tools of the rich," I yell! "See what happens!" 

Smoke over here, over there, and everywhere. I see the fires being lit in Iran, a big pit of lies and geopolitical manipulation, and it's not being manipulated favorably for Iran, a land that's frequently represented as the gates of hell instead of the reality - another ME country with sweet easy to get oil. It's beyond stupidity to think this graph of global oil production has nothing to do with Zionist worshipping Western thuggery, unless you believe those who say we can become energy independent if the president would just give big oil everything they want (reckless unshackled drilling anywhere and everywhere).

A ridiculous claim if there ever were, and as much nonsense from the Pollyanna's that conceive a transformation from combustion to the whine of electric motors in the time the president can waive his magic wand. Leaves my own calculations smoking to weigh the variables in this crucible of disaster, and even more so in knowing no one is telling the truth. Crunch time is near, and where there's smoke there's fire. Where do we get the energy to keep up the burn? How many people must die to reduce the need? This is the truth, this is what's being calculated. The fires of that decision are smoldering all over the place. You don't get 7 billion people eating, sheltering, and breathing without millions of barrels of oil per day being produced, much less so when speculating on the exponential nature of people making. We're about to enter the hurt locker as a consequence. I'm sorry, that's the truth.

So sing a song, smell a flower, admire a tree, and go paint a mountain for the time where such beauty is despoiled by the darker side of man is near, and what remains must be fought over instead of shared. I hope future generations learn something from it all, and that we don't die off entirely.

4 comments:

  1. I suspect we'll see the mainstream broaden its embrace of fracking. There's nothing else going on in the economy, for one. For another, the green agenda just collapsed back into the old Green corner.

    It'll take some spectacular screwups to taint fracking. Even then, it won't be enough to change the energy discussion.

    It's a bit chilly up here, Mega, as you now know. We've fired up the wood stove, and I am satisfied at our rows and rows of dried, stacked wood. Back to 1750, it seems like.

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  2. The leaves are just changing color down here, and we're getting a few cold fronts that knock us into the 40's. Most of the time it's in the 70's. A Vermont Summer. My onions and garlic are popping up and loving the weather.

    Don't put your chickens with fracking, they cause earthquakes, and neighbors hate earthquakes.

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  3. My chickens are big, Mega, but they're not big enough to use for fracking. ;-)

    Sadly, it will be tough to convince TPTB that the fracking is A BAD IDEA. Funnily enough, we were in Virginia for the earthquake...then we came home for Irene...we're expecting locusts any time now.

    But then again I still have these big chickens to feed.

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