Whoever Controls the Police has the Political Power

The police in the Third Galaxy belong to those who have the politcal power - and this is as true in the United State of Arrogance as it is in any of the dictatorships we are trained to boo and hiss during public hates, that is, when we watch television.

When you see this at a university and, elsewhere,
the tear gas, the tasers, the stun grenades, the noise cannons, the bulldozers, and - yes, when you know that young people had their mouths forced open so that pepper spray could be sent down their throats...you spit up blood for hours afterwards...

Well, what do you know? First off, you should know that people who are tortured do not have political power.

People who cannot assemble in public are not free and do not have politcal power - whoever the "We, the people" are in the Constitution and Bill of Rights it sure isn't the vast majority who have real political power.

So who has the power? Do you know? Those who control the money, the media, the public debate and the government as well as the police, those who cordinate mayors across the country together with the FBI and Homeland Security [sic] to end demonstrations - it is they who have the power. Who are they? We'd really like to know!

It sure as shit isn't the 99%. Being allowed to touch a computer screen once every four years is not democracy and it does not give political power. Being able to assemble, to demonstrate without being attacked by police, being able to speak your mind freely in public and not behind chain-link fence in a "free speech zone" - that is democracy and is what gives political power.

Where Did All The Money Go?

[In the Third Galaxy, as terrible times approach, there are bright moments of hope - hope that, to misqoute William Blake, that the anger of our common humanity will burn in miracles throughout the land. For example people were heard singing songs like this:]

There used to be a money tree that grew in our backyard

The leaves were green you see because we all worked so hard

But now we're broke and working hard don't help you keep your job

College kid and six-pack joe feel like they've been robbed

- feel like they've been robbed.

Where did all the money go?

We're just asking!

Nine-nine percent of us

Would really like to know!

Did it go to protect environments where we work and live?

Did it go to make a better world in which to raise our kids?

Did it go to relieve humanity of hunger and disease?

You ought to see a doctor if that's what you believe

- if that's what you believe!

Where did all the money go....

It went to guns, atom bombs, hi-tech killing machines!

It went to fund foreign wars fulfilling Empire Dreams!

And all the while the S.O.B's were skimming off the cream!

They'll end up making nightmares of the American Dream

- the American Dream

Where did all the money go....

When working hard won't help you to find or keep a job

College kid and six-pack joe feel like they've been robbed

- feel like they've been robbed.

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Note: sometimes this version of the chorus was used:

Where did all the money go?

We're just asking!

Where did all the money go?

We'd really like to know!

The Finger of God

When I first heard, I thought it was absurd and, of course, it is, but still and yet, when I heard it I had to pinch myself.

And as I pinched myself, I heard people screaming in the unknown dungeons of kings even history has forgotten.

Dispite my hopes and misgivings, Bulimo Charisma, for all his media savy and general pizzazz, has assumed the role of Supreme Hole - in secret, without our knowing, quietly, in the chambers of secrecy, far below the clicking relays, he took to himself the terrible Weapon, the FINGER OF GOD.

From now on, until the end of the Terrible Times, with out warning, charge or, least of all, a trial, any person in the Third Galaxy, citizen of the United State of Arrogance, or not, can be killed in a flash of lightning from the skies - the FINGER OF GOD, merciless, probably stupid, strikes death wherever, whenever it whims the Supreme Hole.

What Must Not Be Said...

What must not be said in the Third Galaxy is to compare, in any way, riots in free countries with troubles in countries with oppresive regimes.

It is a fact, though, that the recuring riots in the free countries follow the same pattern - the hopelessness of poverty and discrimination, oppression and racism by authorities including but not limited to the police create an atmosphere of hatred which, sparked by an incident - a beating, a shooting - and days of rioting with the destruction of property in general, but in particular, symbols of authority and state power.

When this happens in London, Los Angeles, Paris - it is condemned. When it happens in Tunis, Cairo, Bahrain - it is Arab Spring and the bud of democracy. They are not to be compared.

The fact is though, that they are of the same sort - albeit far apart on a scale - the mechanism is the same, an atmosphere of hatred, sparked by some incident, explodes.

It's No Surprise

[Rejoice that you live in a happier, saner world then the Third Galaxy - pity the poor people living there, enveloped in ever stronger illusions]

It's hard to believe, but then belief has nothing to do with it - just plain greed, raw avarice spiced with walloping portions of arrogance and topped with a groaning mound of ignorance - yes, they really would, they really would destroy the economy of nations all over the world, spreading misery and already pandemic famine just as long as they can sit in their mansions and gated communities, not pay taxes, finance endless wars supporting tiers of empire with a future growing dimmer by the second as terrible times crunch relentlessly toward us and our children.

For a generation and more people bewitched by demonic illusions of Balance of Terror and Mutual Assured Destruction were prepared, in the space of an hour, to destroy, to literally blow up the world and its civilizations - so what they would do now is no surprise.

The bottom line is that when push comes to shove and the nitty gets gritty, the final, inalienable right we are endowed by our creator with is the right to starve to death if you can't find something to eat.

Musings After Mern...

A week ago I returned home after a week-long song-writing retreat near a place called Mern, full of energy and musical inspiration from having spent time with a couple dozen talented musicians and song writers, not least including the host and instructor, Anette Bjergfeldt.

I was quite aware before leaving Mern that the down side to any retreat can be the fact that, returning to the normal everyday can lead to a certain sort of dryness when the flow of energy is no longer so abundant - but in this case it was more of a jolt because the everyday world had just emitted an incident of an unusually ugly shade.

I drove into my driveway at noon and, not having heard any news at all for a week, turned on the radio to let the midday news-cast run - and was stricken with the news of a double mass murder in Norway.

What to say? There are people who live with dreams and some who live with a nightmare. All too few try to live out their dreams and, although their number is not great, all too many live out the nightmare.

Here in the Happy Little Kingdom of Denmark within a week the thread of commentary one expects from the pundit class and political elites with easy access to mass media ran its course, from the insensitive, past the inane to ridiculous, nasty and down right ugly.

First was the question of the influence of hateful and violent rhetoric - which was denied and brushed aside. However, it is a fact, that hateful and violent rhetoric in my home country has taken its toll in murders, mutilations and beatings many, many times and will continue to do so in the futurre. Norway is no exception and neither is any other country to the effect of violent and hateful rhetoric.

Then came the question: why didn't the people overpower their executioner? This question has been asked about humans trapped in the Nazi charnel houses and industrial abbatoirs of the last century, and will be asked again and again - always by people who have no experience or knowledge of what they speak.

Finally, the question was raised about activists trying to block with civil disobedience the felling one of the last nearly pristine forests in this country - are they not on the same road that leads to atrocity such as that we have just seen in Oslo? When you hear such glorified ignorance as this, one doesn't know whether to cry or puke.

Listen close: What leads to violence is violence. Violence in word and deed, the glorifying of violence of weapons and their use. States do it, politicians do it, media empires do it, racists do, religious extremists do it. But citizens protecting trees with their naked bodies are not doing it.

I conclude this rant with a line from "The American Prophecies".

"All the bombs are in the hands of terrorists!"

Sarin in Leather

An intelligent person would assume that for Sarah Sarin to make a bid to be the Repugnant Party's candidate for Supreme Hole of the United State of Arrogance was both ridiculous and doomed to failure. However, intelligent people generally continue to misunderstand both the game and the goal.

The fact is, running for the highest office of Arrogance in itself would make Sarin wealthy - more accurately, stinking, filthy rich and losing in the bid in itself would only make her support among the Pee Party fringe of the Repugnant Party more solid than ever. As the Terrible Times slouch closer, a single natural disaster of sufficient magnitude could change the rules of the games being played in the Third Galaxy and apparently worthless marbles could suddenly be valuable indeed.

This may seem like thought fluff, but everyone agrees Sarin is a knock-out in black leather on a motorcycle.

When Peace Came to the Third Galaxy - NOT!!!

When the news that Ahsawyah ben-Lately was dead, drowned, so to speak in a very, very wet operation - peace broke out like the popping of champagne bottles all over the Third Galaxy, especially of course in the United State of Arrogance.

Actually, what broke out was more like an aggravated rash, a rash of stupidity.

Of course, Bulimo Charisma, having personally ordered Operation "Kick Ass" enjoyed an immense rush of popularity. Bulimo had accomplished what Ronald Rexona had failed to do with wars in Farawaystan and Wud-a-wreck, costing thousands of dead Arrogant soldiers, millions of innocent Masher civilians and last, but not least, gibbery godzillions of good Arrogant dollars?

Less than a week after Ahsawyah's body had been dumped somewhere in the deep sea in a lead-box upgrade on the Mob's famous concrete boot, the Bankers of Illusion discovered that the Great War on Terra was not only not over but only now begun. Everyone, for the security of our our way of life and especially our freedom must continue to be very very afraid. More so now then before, anyone questioning the loss of habeas corpus and other civil rights to privacy and free-speech was showing a least a lack of pariotism or, even worse, treason.

Talking heads began to bobble and babble that that those who had protested Rexona's use of torture were lily-livered wimps: "Had not torture led to the snuff job on Ahsawyah?" Well, no, actually it had delayed finding the notorious terraist - and that by years. However, in the Third Galaxy, facts are abhorrent when they conflict in any way with the web spun by the Bankers of Illusion and that poor world wobbled closer towards the Terrible Times of global catastrophe and total endless war.

Why the World Did Not End on May 21

Many people were surprised when the world did not end on May 21 as predicted by Trash Camping. With 60 million listeners to his syndicated radio program, how he be could be wrong?

True, his earlier prediction years before had failed to bear fruit, but Trash Camping had explained that the reason for his earlier failure was due to the fact that he had not yet learned the intricacies of long division. That, and the fact that he had not understood some of the more difficult words in the Book of the Holy Idaho, i.e., words of three syllables or more.

To be fair, Trash had not predicted the end of the world - he had predicted the Great Rupture. This is the event where the skies open and the Holy Idaho reaches down and snatches all his chosen ones up to live with Him in the Colender in the Sky. From there they would have a real fine view of what would then happen on that poor world, which is that some really Class A shit would hit the fan followed by the actual end of the world six months later.

As we know, the Rupture did not take place and therefore the End Itself was apparently also postponed, that is if it had ever been on the agenda of the Great Potato.

The explanation was amazingly simple. And again, to be fair, how was Trash Camping and his listeners to know that the day before the Rupture, May 20, was Great Prayer Day in the Happy Little Kingdom of Denmark. True, most of the Danes use this holiday for a chance to have a long week and party a lot more than pray - still, it was enough to put a monkey wrench in Trash Camping's calculations.

On the other hand, it is quite possible that the Great Potato never reads the Book attributed to His authorship, let alone know anything about the calculations of fart-brains like Trash Camping and his ilk.

Yeah, that's a better explanation!

A Late Report from the Third Galaxy

Surprisingly, the final phase of the dismantling of the middle class in the United State of Arrogance began during the admin of Bulimo Charisma.

Surprising because, Bulimo came to power on a wave of hope - but then, that was not surprising. For all his visions, he was of necessity a politcal creature living with the political reality after Ronald Rexona.

The political reality was that the Repugnant Party was controlled by the monies of megacorps and their agents - "think" tanks, "grass root" organizations and, after the notorius court decision to put megacorps on a complete legal footing with real people, even in donations to politicians, the control became complete. With the dismantling of the unions as an effective force, the main source of alternative funding for politcal campaigns dried up.

Public Radio and Television, never well funded, became a shadow of its own pale self and the ordinary citizen was left to the propaganda news sources controlled by the megacorps. The alternative newssources on the Internet were slowly strangled by bandwidth priority measures in the name of "free market" and then censured in the name of Nat'l Security and the War on Terraism.

In short, as Peoples Republic of Tjaina became more like Arrogance and the other nations of Westworld, Arrogance became more like Tjaina.

And then came the Terrible Times.