12,490. RUDIMENTS, pt. 939

RUDIMENTS pt. 939

(get away now, my sons and daughters)

It always seemed to me

that evidences of 'outside

sourcing,' let's call it, for

human existence, abounded.

First off, immediately, any

thing that can 'change substance'

immediately rings the bell for

outside participation in its

initiation. First off, the entire

concept is far too ghastly

and deep for simple evolution

and natural occurrences and all

that. The very conceit of it is

beyond Humankind's perception.

It requires a far-distant view

of what's happening and of

what's underway. Secondly,

to a human it would not have

any utilitarian point, for they

could not see it. Humans, as

it goes, see but ONE thing

at a time. The idea of water

turning to ice turning into

vapor turning to steam turning

back to water, gas to liquid to

solid, etc., is far too much.

The same goes for gas to

fire to liquid; the same goes

for distillation, and a hundred

other things. It's just NOT a

human thing. A human will

'believe' a million things if they

are guised as 'divine,' but nothing

of common sense. Common sense,

in its most simple presence, will

tell you there's more here than

you see.

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I sensed that something was

afoot  - and what that conclusion

came to was that the world is a

conspiracy of silence, or, if not

of silence, than a more simple

conspiracy of false information

proclaimed and forced upon others.

That was why, as I walked 12th

street and saw the repair- shops

and small storefronts for the

shoe-repair and shoe-seller

shops, the trinket guys, the

small meat and cheese places,

even those famed sandal shops

along Bleecker, I'd see the crafts

guys with their heads down, busy,

and intent with their work. And

I'd know, right off, what made

them content was their removal

from the gruff misrepresentations

of more ordinary life. They were

having none of it, and they were

proud of the 'space' their work

gave them to stay away in. It was

a fine, New York style, allegiance

to a separate place, detached and

removed, as I said, from the

gyrating wheel of falsehood the

world threw at them. I'm still

sorry to have to say that, at base,

in this world, there is NO foundation

to anything, everything is concocted,

meanings are fabricated, and the

onus of life is a total falsehood, as

we are set in the midst of something

that never should have been  - 

having chosen our own slavish

enslavements to concepts that

are not except by Man's design.

Get away now, my sons and

daughters. Flee.

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I always like to buttress my

points here with real information.

A point about life and the stories

you see here, and the Authorities and

bullshit, goes as follows, and this

is fact: "Lucky Luciano's mob 

and union connections served him 

well during WWII when the US 

Government asked him to provide 

Mafia assistance in preventing

enemy infiltration of the US

waterfronts and through Albert

Anastasia, who controlled the

docks, guaranteeing that no 

dockworker strikes would occur

to impede the shipment of

men and materiel to the front.

Clearly, despite his being a 

convicted felon and the head

of the country's largest crime

organization, the American

government put scruples aside

and turned to Luciano when

they felt he had something they

needed: Because of his close

connections to the Mafia, in

Sicily as well as throughout the

rest of Italy, he provided

connections that furnished

intelligence for the US forces

that invaded that country in 1943.

Both during and after the war,

the US military and intelligence 

agencies also used his influence

to root out suspected Communist

influence in labor groups [you

still think Joe McCarthy was a

fluke?]. In return, Luciano was

allowed to run his crime empire

from his jail cell, and after the

war ended he was paroled. (He

continued to run the 'Family' from

the Clinton Correctional Facility

in Dannemora, NY, through Vito

Genovese, and then Frank Costello.

Luciano was treated very well in

prison, with special meals prepared 

for him in a private kitchen. [Who

says crime and turning tips for

the Government doesn't pay?].

There was ONE major string 

attached to all this  -  he had to

agree, upon parole, to LEAVE 

America and return to Sicily

because the last thing the

government wanted was for the

deal between the U.S. and the

Mafia to become public knowledge.

(He instead 'secretly' moved to

pre-Casro, corrupt Cuba and ran 

several dirty casinos there with the

cooperation of US Dictator Batista

(who received 10% of the take)."

Another mob guy, used by the

Government was Meyer Lansky  -  

whose connections and gang

were used by the US Government

as part of a secret Mafia/US Gov.

partnership to keep saboteurs out

of the country and the vulnerable

shipping industry, and was also 

used, with his 'gang' by the Govt.

to break up several Nazi rallies

in Yorkville (German community,

upper eastside). At his death at

age 80, with that cooperation and

the knowledge of the US Govt., he

left behind more than $300 million,

in hidden bank accounts, which

money has 'never been found' since

that death, in 198. Hmmm? Curious.

Want to buy a bridge? Call me.

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I guess what I'm saying is 'look

three times before you sit.' None of

those chairs are stable, or even real.

The same Government that promulgates

the laws and the platitudes is the same

Government which advances the

illogic and deceit by which it's all

destroyed. A constant undertaking, and

the smaller things are the easier it is

to see it. Municipal, local government

being a prime example. I saw it in

New York City each time I passed

the old Tweed Courthouse. Each

time I passed between Camden and

Philadelphia. Each time I stopped

at Penn Treaty Park at the Delaware,

or any of the de facto stupidities of

any of Manhattan's 'historic' sites.

Locally, here, right where I live now,

is the worst example of the corrupt

peddling of influence, contracts and

money. Midget council-people who

straight-faced lie. A moronic Mayor

who cant speak a proper, truthful

sentence. Rows lackeys and losers

lined up at the trough, a respect for

a 'Nature' that is but a word; the

using of children (abusing of them,

actually) for the advancing of this

crime and corruption. Spotlighting

references to a 'History' that never

existed, and ignoring that which did.

Shining false apples. Cleaning up

false sights. The largest criminal

enterprise we have to deal with 

is the Government itself.

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Much like a 'good' abstract painting,

one that works, it seems inevitable:

The standing pieces remain in 

place - Mayors, creeps, evildoers

and pants-poopers  -  yet they go

around rearranging life for everyone

else and thinking nothing of it.

What alternatives exist? Have you

ever wondered? Running the next

little fire-wagon car you see off the

road and into a ditch? Is that really

even good enough? There's not any 

Authority to turn to, because   as

I just showed  -  the corruption is

all built in and endemic. In addition,

as need be, they all know how to

cover for one another while fleecing

the public till with their insatiable

porno-money-lust and complete lack

of brains or quality. Furious irony?

Not here; there's no one enlightened

enough about anything to even carry

that game. They build gay theaters

for show tunes and ribald torch-dramas

actually thinking they're advancing the

common-weal while bringing down the

house (in an 'ironical' way  -  but they're

too stupid to see that). If any one of those

creeps were my Father, I'd surely puke,

and I hope they get their comeuppance.

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Top-tails and raccoons. Oversized

eyeball helmets. Ain't life so fun?

Speaking of which, one last note on

this weird subject of life-quality:

They put a place called Radioactive

Park in place, at the end of my street,

for the overflow Indo-dweebs who

roll out of the back, far-left, always

open gate, at Station Village. It had

previously always been closed off,

with access only from Avenel Street.

But that gate there is now always

open, and the little swamis and things

filter in with their baby-strollers all

the time. Anyway, in that park, each

day now, for the last 5 or 6 mornings,

and during school hours I'm talking,

there's been a girl, maybe 14, maybe 

15. She sullenly sits on  a swing,

or sadly walks around. Backpack.

ear things, maybe a phone. I

always figure she's skipping school,

from somewhere. Evidently no one

cares about that. I, along with my

dog, always stay far away from

her  -  any accusation of anything,

these days, could be lethal, and no

one, certainly, would believe my

story over hers. Just yesterday, I

did get a 'hi' out of her, but still

stayed away. But, if it ever comes

to any more than that  -  I would

congratulate her for what she's

doing, and I'd support her stance.

This society, this place, offers her

absolutely nothing: my message?

'Get away now, my sons and

daughters; get away now, before

you too are ruined.'