Early in our developmental years and through the lies of the ‘work ethic’ doctrine, we are brainwashed into believing in the happiness of wage slavery. We are shaped by our parents, also wage slaves and throughout the processes of formal education from kindergarten through college. We expect to work and to realize success…Now into the darkness!

From a column by: William Deresiewicz author (A Jane Austen Education)…“A recent study found that 10% of those working on Wall Street are ‘clinical psychopaths.’ These folk are incapable of interest or empathy toward other folks. They have and practice an unparalleled capacity for lying, fabrication and manipulation.”

Then does this follow? The rich (1%) of the world’s favored few lie, cheat and break the law on a continuous basis?

Wall Street is pure and raw Capitalism. It is an Evil place and the destructive union of psychopaths and control. The remaining (99%) of our world suffer…Pure Capitalism is a lie that we readily accept from birth-to-death. We are instructed to work for next-to-nothing and we commit our precious selves to wage slavery and claims that we are ‘blessed.’

Good capitalists are frauds and cheats. They promise the masses luxury and throw bits of this to a few through accounting fraud, tax evasion, toxic dumping, product safety violations, bid rigging, over-billing and perjury. A few companies caught: Enron, BP, Goldman, JP Morgan, Philip Morris, GE, Merck, Walmart and News Corp. We will succeed by screwing our workers, hurting our customers and destroying the land.

If corporations are people: These people are psychopaths: indifferent to others, incapable of guilt and completely devoted to their own interests.

Are there any ethical corporations and ethical business people? Maybe a few, however, in capitalism ethics are optional. Capitalist values are the opposite of Social survival. Churches, while a small step toward Socialism, are still proponents of an unregulated free market—me, me, me is substituted by the words Your Church. All Churches sell blue sky and are very successful businesses managed by psychopathic leaders and continued by a congregation of blind followers controlled since birth.

Capitalist values are the opposite of democratic values. The principles of a republican government asks us to consider the interests of others, however Capitalism is the single-minded pursuit of profit and every man for himself.

Very Important: Workers are the Creators of Wealth…Workers use labor to create wealth for entrepreneurs—the excess productivity, over and above wages and those ‘compensations’ continues as corporate profit…

Note: Most rich people are not entrepreneurs. They are executives of established corporations, institutional managers of other types, very wealthy doctors and lawyers, successful entertainers and athletes, people  inheriting wealth and people working on Wall Street…Hitler’s notion to imprisoned all speculators may have been a correct notion?

From Kurt Vonnegut in (‘Slaughterhouse-Five’)…

‘The poor mock themselves and glorify their betters. Our most destructive lie is that is very easy for Americans to make money. Continued lie…The poor are lazy, stupid and evil. The rich are brilliant, courageous and good. They shower their beneficence upon the rest of us.’

(Remember…The rich are psychopaths…Our schools, our businesses and our governments are managed by these psychopaths)! We must stop lying to ourselves and our children. In our present chapter of Life on Earth greed has beaten us. The new mantra is austerity. This is another word for doing more for less.

Capitalism is our destruction. Socialism is our only savior.

And! Beautiful you are…

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He dreamed of you. He dreamed of you last night or this morning. You and there in a room off the main restaurant-bar place. Not real except in memory, in imagination and in places of sound and silence. For a few minutes, they were hiding as they always did, away from everyone. He searched through the few moments of privacy, where women and men or women and women or men and men go to touch, to smile, to whisper, to share and to be alive. In those precious moments of time touch and heartbeat, he was never a lonely soul in a dying world. You were life for a few heartbeats.

Her face and form danced within his dream. Tiny freckles, lips to laugh, eyes to dance and ears to hear the music of words and silence. Underneath a table and cloth they pressed together knee-to-knee. Then dream gone…Never explanations of nothing but life and why and gain and lost and oh…he thought you may have died and visited on your way star-side, just to let him know they were still…

Once upon a sailing ship, he saw her gown as the morning sun poured (if the morning sun can pour through anything) through a window and filled the doorway-sun-side framing her body as the opaque texture of her clothing changed because of the light, into a thin and transparent breeze across the shadow of her curves and her beauty and…never before had she been more naked or more clothed than she was on that morning.

Friends and caskets and funerals without flowers. Less mourners and small lines. What is left are folk circles talking and laughing and…Caskets usually look the same except for the little ones. These caskets are always too small and too heavy and hard to carry. A spiritual death?

This depends on the casket bearers and their knowledge of the little one. Inside those tiny boxes is a sorrow so; unexpected, unrequited, unresolved and not replaceable as the sorrow is unnatural. But here, inside the October City, the pressure of the cooker is a great and steaming beast as real as puppies in May and the death of a baby. It hurts and the parent so misses the child that is no longer with her.

However, puppy grows into dog and kittens lose interest in chasing streaks of yellow or green ribbon. Instead, they rest beneath the bright and benevolent sun, warm of bone and slowed with age. They live and they pass by naturally. They come into this world, into this cycle, into pleasure and into pain. And! With time their animation ends…

The mother cries against his shoulder and his shirt is damp because of her endless supply of tears. She is phantom. He fears that on this long walk down this even longer aisle  he may let her fall. This path has been followed too many times. The long walking aisle. There are those memories of other mothers and widows and fathers and of old men, and not so many of them anymore. He has never dropped anyone. Grief and grief and more grief and the gods listen to their cries and watch as tears enough fill basins as grows this insane sorrow.

No failure – because they lean against one another for balance and weakness and sorrow and memory and love.

Now! He walks with her down a carpeted aisle. It is an aisle-covered almost knee-deep in flowers that cannot be correct. They are too sweet a perfume to be real and they grow from metal stands and glass vases. Memory is a rattling frail movie without projector but still inside their minds. He has helped a few survivors through shattered hours of loss, of incredible loss, of baby loss, a sacred loss and a savaged proof that loss is not a sustainable reason for life. Loss is loss and hell is not replaced by heaven. It never disappoints those suffering the curses of death and sacred loss.

He is positive that he has never dropped anyone. Yes! Their precious sorrow and the gentle leaning into one another and following this worn carpet toward the words and tears that ends a little dream and begins another and well-oiled reality, is the now in this moment of life.

And! Beautiful you are…

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Soft whispers and…
Your scent and
your touch and
still not you.

Not for moments and love.
Not for days and touch
and alone and
Yes!

Sorrow does have
a human heart.
And…without time
it does not depart.

So! Witch Magic -
I will follow
you as things
and tears…

No! Just whispers and
words brush my cheek
and your soft lips
and your love.

And! Night whispers
and oh God now
remembered and
silence.

So! Sally and somewhere,
do you ever dream
of me?

Those tiny bruises -
touching love near
that country dirt road
you adored.

Sally! In the
darkness of
this sleepless night -
I miss you…from–“Sally Walles” by Philip M. Edwards

And! Beautiful you are…

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Sunshine and morning kisses. A slow day and thoughts and quiet conversation and never saying anything of importance and sunsets over the sea and sand and blankets and a glass of wine and love and darkness and butterfly kisses and touch and…

 

And! Beautiful you are…

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The Runners came last night and left ruin just above the south-side Viaduct . A thin ribbon of concrete stretched between the north and south of Jack Park to continue October City both north and south and east from Lakeside to West Cay. Between their raid and the jet booms above sky, City was still Sity and the confusion of Night-Day was marked by a simple gray dawn the a period of oily rain that fell day-to-day between high-light and gloom.

Amery Tavern was a meeting place for several teens and the few twenty year old girls and boys that still found life without plague-set. Vinny was one of these ” lucky” few and thought to be a last defense captain for Greendale Village. He was tired and streaked with that mixture of blood-splatter and ooze-liquid they all called rain. He carried a sawed-off short barreled shotgun and two old forty-five pistols. Around his waist was a double belt of bullets and bullet pouches and two belted shell looped carriers crisscrossed his chest front-to-back.

“You back ‘V’,” Genna a twenty-year old plague-free girl with dark hair and a combination of army jeans, shirt and a sweat-shirt pull-over directed toward him without looking up from her bottle of liquid.

“Yeah!” Vinny answered.“Where were you?  Several more Runners last night. They settled into rail-stop seven and held-out against us for ‘bout two hours. We fired too many rounds to waste them and…”

“Busy V.” she said. “I will be with you next time- Vin—no problem.” “You doing reloads today Genna?” “Yeah Vin…Yeah I’ll be there.”

Near Genna on the far-side of the bar, another twenty or so people, both rested from the night’s fighting or engaged in small talk without directing anything further toward Vinny or his people.

And! Beautiful you are.

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Faces away
And Angel’s growl-
Two now
Then another
Then we and them.

Growls both low
And throat deep
Sounds just above
Noise-thought and
beyond Speak-Dream.

Then the whistle
Of distant Train.
A long distance
Away-again a call
And the Reminder that…

And! Beautiful you are.

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Dominion Theology is another method (Evangelical Christians created by Religion) to govern America. And! From off-world comes Genesis 1:28Dominion over”—oh No! Not government, the media, schools, businesses, churches and humanity and our “Pretty maids all in a row” dressed in burlap bags or… or?

Dominion theology controls thought and creativity and art and science through blue sky insurance (the repent or die notion), religious power, suppression/discrimination, violence and War! And destruction? Must be Republican Party Politics? Note: A Democratic President has never attacked Religion!

Names against freedom are forever, however, below are just a touch upon and advocating control through religion—R.J. Rushdoony (1960s), Bill Right and the Campus Crusade (1970s)…get them while they are young, Marvin Olasky (one of George w-dot Bush’s-goofs), C. Peter Wagner (1980s), Barbara Bachmann (think…Coburn Law School @ Oral Roberts U.—1980s). And! The Republican Frontrunner Mitt Romney and wowzer let us pray in Mormon-speak–may we say cult is the word?

Thoughts: Attempts to rule thru religion is the coward’s way: Old Catholic = the Dark Ages, oppression of  women and war, Muslims = 21st century cowards, oppression of women and war and now Mormon doublespeak and Dominion Theology = dress women in granny dresses and bonnets and keep them barefoot and pregnant? Hey! Let’s marry several at the same time! Smacks of oppression—doncha think? Truth: Oppression = Coward…

Perhaps! By Dec. 21st-22nd of this year,  Earth-Women will decide to jump  Mother-ship Earth and flee both old and new oppression with those incoming Annunaki. Gods and men of great renown.

However, I am in love with my Cinnamon girl and you see, my baby loves to dance. And! Without her there is no Baby. Go figure…

And! Beautiful you are…

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