12,176. RUDIMENTS, pt. 832

RUDIMENTS, pt. 832

(rearranging the beast from the top down)

A trial lawyer is taught

never to ask a question

(during a trial) for which he

or she doesn't already know

the answer. It makes sense

for them, I suppose, in that

backwards-form of content

they dwell in, but, fact of

the matter, it's also cheap,

sleazy, duplicitous and at

cross-purposes, to my mind,

at establishing truth, whatever

it may be. As a means of

falsely varnishing the reality

of any situation (as created

by them - they're also very

good at that. Maybe they

should just also say 'Never

create a false reality of which

you are not 110% sure').

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I've not known many lawyers

in my life, thankfully, but the

ones I have known have been

horrid creatures, Malevolent,

in fact. Seeking out the bad,

as as to make money off of it.

Basically they reminded me of

drones (not the flying kind, no).

I mean the old definition,

those who suffer the meager

tasks of carrying things for

others. Dull. Evasive. The

sorts who carry packages

over borders for others. At

the really 'bottom' of this

racket, I've known and

dealt with two dueling

'personal injury' attorneys

who were ham-fisted

basket cases of pushable

slime, for settlements.

It was pretty remarkable.

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I guess it was a good career,

a livelihood for them worth

every penny expended, but

to my own truth, it would

never have worked for me.

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All this time later, I still sit

around thinking about these

things; what I've seen, and

done. I wasted a lot of years

working for others, and I can

tell yo, in the outward field of

'satisfaction,' there was none.

I was never able to see why

'Capitalism' was so very

highly vaunted; all I ever saw

was, not goodness, but a sort

of voracious greed for 'more.'

It's a moving finish line, sort

of, and each time you get near

to it, they push it away from

you so that you can continue

to purchase, want, desire, and

fall for, their next 'improved'

version of their product. It's

a sad scam, and one that causes

poverty, grief, and anger, most

certainly within the underclass,

which gets all these manufactured

'desires' plugged into their heads

by stupid advertising and the

pressures of stupider marketing.

Whenever I look at what has

become 'America' today  -  from

the fine old-world ways of the

grave-site of Walt Whitman, to

the raw-edged top-down cruelty

of politics and corporations

today, I know that the time for

Revolution is near. Has to be.

We've reached a sort of societal

tipping point where the actual

tipping over of everything is due.

That old Thomas Jefferson

quote from 1787 always did

stick in my craw : 'What country

before ever existed a century and

a half without a rebellion, and

what country can preserve its

liberties if their rulers are not

warned from time to time that

their people preserve the spirit

of resistance. Let them take

arms. The remedy is to set

them right as to facts, pardon

and pacify them. What signify

a few lives lost in a century

or two? The tree of liberty

must be refreshed from time

to time with the blood of

patriots and tyrants. It is its

natural manure.' Like a 

subspecies of cant, like 

a low-level body of strife, 

I went on. I was inhabited by

hundreds of these old things,

and I could enter them at will

just as easily as they entered 

me. In the thirties, we were

told there was 'one third of a

nation' that was 'ill housed,

ill clothed, and ill fed.' You

couldn't say that now, at all,

in a land in which even the

street bums and homeless 

beggars somehow have cell 

phones. Perhaps that's now

considered an achievement 

and something to the good. 

I do not, and I hardly that

validates a society dead and

lame in all its other attributes.

The old forms of immigration

were of people pouring into

an economy that needed people.

The ran immigration of now is

of people unwilling to do the

process of old, but rather 'sneak'

in, demand and take the care 

and services of a society that

doesn't want them and now

has no need of people as it did

in the past. It's a world of

differences, but the trogs

running the show cannot

see that. They see, instead,

bloc-votes, people they can

keep secondary as a servant

class, and groups they can

beat down into the now-usual

control and submission.

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That cannot stand, and Jefferson

would know that. Even I can

see it. If the time for Revolution

is near, the question is, 'how?'

Getting to this decrepit point 

was the easy part; now we must

get ourselves out of it. The next

question has to be  -  how is

such an overthrow implemented?

Does it arise or take place by

itself? No. Obviously there are

not any longer any ballot-box

implementations to be had; we've

gotten way past that. They've been

fouled, and the choices are ludicrous

anyway : A dust mop of an old

Vermont Governor from the NY

ghetto; a few slag-heap females,

Hillary included; any number of

Orlando Furioso men incensed

about nothing. The pandering is

the phalanx. We are held captive,

those of us who can see anyway.

The entire silly game has now

become all flim-flam: College 

flim-flam, socialist flim-flam,

sensitivity flim-flam, intellectual

flim-flam. Categories have lost

all meaning and one cannot,

apparently, get the populace

angry or worked up.  Up in

arms about nothing? What needs

being done? Take away their

entertainments; shut down their

communication networks? Stop

the buzz and the blather? Make

eternal sleep more mandatory?

There has to be a solution I've

not yet seen. Belly up with a

beer and some bullets (Silver

Bullets, a brand-name). No,

that won't work. Undoing the

war machine and the solid-state

Corporatocracy and the money

networks compulsively propelling

all the crime and corruption that's

behind it all? That's no good ether,

because people have children and

homes, and are invested in all this

crud already. They need to live

and have continued access. Mayhem

in the streets is a ghetto behavior,

and that certainly won't work either.

We must somehow maintain order

and stay placid, while rearranging

this beast from the top down, and

even when irate. Both sides are

equally dead, and we've only really

been given two and they are both 

shams. The klaxon-horns loudly

rooting for either of the sides are

just the same empty-heads who've

always done that; every decade the

subject changes for a while. I don't

know what it will be right yet, but

I know it will be. I must ask your
forgiveness here, as well, for
proposing a question for which
I do not yet know an answer.