Again—Off To War We…

21Are the unemployed—lazy? No!  Why does a connected person make this vacuous claim? Entertaining if you are well-off; however, too many of these folks forget that they are lucky-liars. Presently, sixty-nine percent of America agrees that Washington (as in the government) see everyone wishing to become employed become employed (able to find a job)…How about finding a job that supports a small family—living wages for the wage-equals keeping them in poverty and as under-educated as is possible?

It is pathetic these people of money still believe  ‘free market’ will provide jobs. Remember; corporations are legally not people and are ‘hiding’ trillions of dollars and paying wage-slaves as little as possible to still be able to sell their wares to the slaves of low-wages and lowering hope. Does a ‘law-of-diminishing-returns’ ultimately follow? Yes! When the base of a tree shatters—down falls the tree—even the green of tree’s leaves. Natural is the shattering and natural is the Revolution…

Is the economic world ‘flat’? Or is just the top of this mountain squared off and pitched upward…Ledges are hard to climb over and greased governments angle away from the Working People of America.

If the world’s people have equal chances to succeed than why are so few being called powerful and wealthy? Rulers look the same…They all lie-steal-cheat and owe those placing them in positions of power…Call them presidents, senators, congressmen, dictators, kings and other names religious or blah-blah-blah.

All the same people and all the same twisted words-news-entertainment-and reasons to be so placed and into what they pretend to commit. Let us sing a number or two! Between five – twenty percent of Americans are successful. Of all wealth in the USA (non-home-owned wealth) these chosen few account for around ninety-two percent of all this wealth…The mountain-top is flat and the valley is lower than that road-rut to a summit?

Is it true that America is nearing the bottom of that pile of upwardly-economical and mobile? Of course and the separation between need and have is a million-mile chunk of empty space. Every minute it becomes harder to cross and from the Castle-mounted hard to see! Greed does not reach across humanity; it destroys nations-peoples-hopes-dreams and ultimately government…Can you hear a Revolution coming?

If you are a successful member of the favored society and claim to be self-made then remember; your sweet mother spun you into existence-carried-you-to-term and hurt as you clawed you self-made presence from her womb. You are also a white male-type-educated and fortunate to be born into the wealthiest nation on earth at a time when production was ‘grand.’ ‘Summertime-And the livin’ is easy -Fish are jumpin’ -And the cotton is high -Your daddy’s rich-And your mamma’s good lookin’…by George Gershwin

You were able to climb aboard a fast moving and powerful engine of industry and technology.   Federal funding was available everywhere and a few wars kept the machine jimmy-jamming…LFSGD! Through research everything grew and unbridled wealth was enjoyed by a few—And! The lies of the American Dream were still—oops, can you hear a Revolution coming?

Did US president number four actually fear the Industrial War Machine?

“Of all the enemies to public liberty, war is, perhaps, the most to be dreaded, because it comprises and develops the germ of every other. War is the parent of armies; from these proceed debts and taxes; and armies, and debts, and taxes are the known instruments for bringing the many under the domination of the few. In war, too, the discretionary power of the Executive is extended; its influence in dealing out offices, honors, and emoluments is multiplied; and all the means of seducing the minds are added to those of subduing the force of the people. The same malignant aspect in republicanism may be traced in the inequality of fortunes and the opportunities of fraud growing out of a state of war, and in the degeneracy of manners and of morals engendered by both…No nation could reserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare. Those truths are well established. They are read in every page which records the progression from a less arbitrary to a more arbitrary government, or the transition from a popular government to an aristocracy or a monarchy.”—James Madison, “Political Observations,” April 20, 1795

James Madison was an aristocrat and slave owner. Wondering if founding fathers did spin tales from double tongues and savage intentions…

Presently; we still love parades and pageantry and tales about the rich and famous. Why? Maybe we will someday become ‘almost famous’ or almost rich or just almost…Mile wide emptiness and growing. Those few chosen will soon not see us or hear our cries.

Will they still expect our deaths for causes and foundations and reasons and rhythms we ultimately will not understand? The hungry and the sick and the tired sometimes raise to revolution and another chance for real freedom, not songs and bells and another war for no reasons but ‘maybe…’

Pick another foe—why not another nation of people on this precious world we call Earth…Why not the good people of? They are children and mothers and fathers and grand-folks? They are living members of this World? They do have the right of self-determination?

America is the only nation on this sweet world to ‘nuke’ two living cities into rubble. Must have made a statement or two and when time becomes hard-times nothing better than another war to keep us regular folk; fearful-busy-sad-productive and confused. Governing through fear is better than a Revolution-eh?

And! Beautiful you are…

The Drone of War…

D2When the taking of a warrior’s life becomes a mechanical judgment call, what happens to humanity? When the cost of a life is determined by a machine—is life reduced to nothing? How much cost to dispose of the body…How much to incinerate—no records required? How about the family? How about a warrior’s spirit? Machine has no family—Machine has no soul; unless—we, robots are robots advanced beyond Drone’s current program.

What is an appropriate method or measurement of the use of force through a Drone’s sensors? Presently, humans use determinations called appropriate judgment to ‘correctly’ respond with proper uses of force over combat enemies in battle. How many deaths are necessary? How many mothers cry? How many children go without a mother or a father? How many types of collateral? The innocent die in battle!

The reasons for going to war are the reasons determined or imagined by Humanity…Drone does not imagine. Drone does not determine. Drone searches-kills-destroys. Drone follows configurations-paradigms-and the logical/illogical responses of human beings—Presently…

We; beings are able to use inferences to survive our determinations. Artificial intelligence at the end of a ‘joystick…Works? Call this warfare by Robotic proxy. Call it murder through autonomy. We enjoy the mischief and results of warfare executed several thousand miles away from the battlefields in the safety and air conditioned splendor of an IT construction…

Warfare without blood—a Computer-generated action game—no screams, no gaping wounds punched into the precious life of an almost enemy—no cries of the women or men left behind…Easy—simple power!

And! No honor—because Drone is programmed to search-kill and destroy without notion or reason or rhythm either justifiable or justified. A machine may cost less than one- tenth of the cost of a human, to place into harms-way. If the machine is destroyed we, robots do not care! Destroy and build again—a Capitalist dream-scene ‘if I ever did see one’? Such is war and the blessing of wars’ Industrial machine.

If humanity remains a ‘looped-group’ capable of containing and restricting Drone-self; then, only flesh and blood without Drone, screams-bleeds and dies. Such is the victory of another progressive mission. However; if humanity extracts itself through: power or carelessness or greed or…and becomes a ‘looped-outside-group’ then Drone-self may become Self-self and search-kill and destroy more than…?

Once upon a time, Dome Iron protected beings of flesh, since these beings were progressive robots. Presently, the Iron of Dome destroys without interference from sentient beings. It is an autonomous warrior and crafted to defend and to destroy. Dome/Drone programmed to defend…

It does not require sentient input and it protects sentient life from attack and death—Morally sound! When do the Domes of Death go offensive? When does defense become offense? How soon will Robot-flesh sublimate reason and judgment to Iron Drone and twin-step dance toward its own destruction?

Is a Society equivalent to the sum of its members? Will the actions of the members of that society serve to fashion and to shape it? What are the social consequences of intentional actions and will these actions often be unintentional? What is a Society to do to ease itself into an obvious oblivion? Scientific Theories are predictive. Societies’ songs prohibit most predictions…

 

“Go ahead and hate your neighbor—go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of heaven— you could justify it in the end.

There won’t be any trumpets blowing—come the judgment day.

On the bloody morning after—One Tin Soldier rides away. “

by Joni Mitchell

And! Beautiful you are…

Fantastic Future Fantasy…

21aWe are bourgeois folk perched on top of a bourgeois mountain and at the peak of a bourgeois civilization. We! Also are the bodies and the souls of Workers everywhere…Are we in the last minute of prevention or are we swallowing ourselves and consuming our own?

Tis the Greed of Destruction! The day of mechanized material ruin is today and our warehouses are… Nothing new has developed and culture has been reduced to banality, repulsion and stupidity.

Truth is gone… Replaced by the corruption of a worthless government—And! This government of US continues to purchase or pay ‘We the People’ just enough to forestall a Socialist revolution that already has started and is sputtering along in America. Faith in the economy and the dollar and freedom is gone from our precious society. Hope—as a tiny ray of sunlight or moon-lighted shadow is for; the Workers of the World, Dead!

Let there be news of nothing and entertainment, while those called intellectuals, argue pointless drivel and political fundamentals. Our nation continues war and the notions of future war and the preparation for war— Our government continues to purchase or pay US just enough to forestall the coming Revolution—Repeated?

Let us fabricate a notion that America feels thwarted or poorly treated. This notion creates an enemy and sides must be delineated. We are for US and against those whatever; is ‘auto-therapeutic’ for those of the unsuccessful many.

Watching the rich or famous or infamous and…instantly, we receive extra-rational cravings never to satisfy but possible, especially in this Tea-partied-extra-irrational, severely-to-the-right-wronged-sided American lie.

Then for your entertainment, let us watch the News created by money for money and your believing the unbelievable…Financial cliffs, foolish babbling between a Congress or a Senate and scandals and a garbage in-truth-gone-symphonic brought to you through discounted prices and junk food—wowzer.

And-by-the-way: The people of Iran are suffering due to US-created and committed criminal-sanctions against their country. An almost total embargo against a productive country in a World Economy is another crime against humanity. How about the people of Palestine and policies and injustice and the destroyer of society…WMDs are not just Chemicals and Bombs and Nukes—oh well! Not entertaining…So?

Everyday— unnatural death and destruction across our sweet world, is just a sound-bite or two from being ignored. No money in reporting actual news! Opinions are the new truths in Newsy-news and Juicy gossip.

The Supreme Government of America casts a large shadow and darkness across us. It is similar to dogs with no masters…Every moment it hurts and kills and destroys everything it touches. ‘It exists for the money and by the money.’  In a Capitalist society there is no Democracy or Freedom…Never was and never will be!

Do not allow the rationalistic truths and the materialistic lies of today to confuse the Revolutionary messages from the People of our World. Beyond the shiny beads and cheap trinkets we, ‘made in America folk’, are also these people.

And! Beautiful you are…

The Music of Angels…

23From these ridges of snow and ice, horse mounted Iron Riders watch and wait from a mountain-top. Below the wide valleys of snow and ice covered trees and roads of dirt and rock across the villages and towns and the City scatter from clearings and pastures and forest; they wait. These are warriors both of women and men, are armed to war against what requires life-death or more or less.

Behind the clouds and dancing lights, planets spin about suns and above these lands three moon risings fill the intervals of darkness and the setting and coming of twin suns. Even behind these clouds, high above the Riders of Iron and horses, these suns both rise and set and the moons come to walk-dance across the sky.

Iron Riders battle for the love of home and wars that happen. They do not fight against what maybe or is not happening or for religion or for the government of destruction. Think about it: Isn’t government the same word as religion?

The days of controlled weather and magnetic storms and the rule of one against many died times ago. Deliberate had the One’s creations been and destructive either planned for or occurring accidentally—because technology happens with and without complete control—especially if a ‘maybe war’ requires corrective measures and especially if a ‘maybe war’ just needs to happen.

Build it and destroy it and build it over and again or just because ‘we can’ and you cannot win and since you will lose we need to change your thinking or your social structure and remove your past from everyone’s history. We win—we write—you lose—you cobble together what remains from rocks and sand. “Oh well! Don’t you understand; because we do?”

Weather controlled controls those subjected to this control. A weapon of mass destruction is without negotiation. It exists—it will be used against…Words for these instruments of compliance are: HAARP, STAR WARS, ENMOD, NUCLEAR, SDI, NSA, FBI, CIA,DOD, NIMA, Air Force Research Laboratory’s Space Vehicles Directorate —Government and of course Religion.

Before the Iron Riders the Ones triggered immediate destruction via; floods, droughts, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes and sound. The Ones studied imagery of flooding, erosion, land-slide hazards, earthquakes, ecological zones, weather forecasts, and climate change” with data relayed from satellites. Call this study for predictions and entertaining is the information In-Out of entertainment media called the news or the weather—still weapons were developed, perfected and used with the usual results expected and gained.

What remained was controlled by the instruments of financial ruin, fraud called: Speculation, IMF, WTO and the World Bank—gifts to the masses through Usury. Is there actually a real New World Order? Only the ‘one percenters’ really know—donchathink?

Now the Iron Riders and breathing upon a cold morning from; women and men and horses leathered clad all and armored ‘gainst wounds as animals strong-stamp in snow above this valley just before the coming of first sun and first light appears in a blue-white dawn. Still warriors and war will live and die as it happens, ad-infinitum. Is a battle among warriors better than raging against a machine?

And! Beautiful you are…

The Conditions of Surviving Survival…

7Is a Society equivalent to the sum of its members? Will the actions of the members of that society serve to fashion and to shape it? What are the social consequences of intentional actions and will these actions often be unintentional? What is a Society to do to ease itself into an obvious oblivion?

Scientific Theories are predictive. Societies’ songs prohibit most predictions…

For the Programmer…

Bayes’ Theorem is a simple mathematical formula used for calculating conditional probabilities. It figures prominently in subjectivist or Bayesian approaches to epistemology, statistics, and inductive logic. Subjectivists; maintaining rational beliefs, are governed by the laws of probability and lean heavily on conditional probabilities in their theories of evidence and their models of empirical learning. Bayes’ Theorem is central to these enterprises by simplifying the calculation of conditional probabilities and clarifying significant features of the subjectivist position.

The Theorem’s central insight — that a hypothesis is confirmed by a body of data that its truth renders probable — is the cornerstone of all subjectivist methodology.

Bayes’ Theorem… PE(H) = [P(H)/P(E)] PH(E)

The probability of a hypothesis H conditional on a given body of data E is the ratio of the unconditional probability of the conjunction of the hypothesis with the data to the unconditional probability of the data alone.

A Definition…

The probability of H conditional on E is defined as PE(H) = P(H & E)/P(E), provided that both terms of this ratio exist and P(E) > 0.

Here are some straightforward consequences of (1).

Probability. PE is a probability function.
Logical Consequence. If E entails H, then PE(H) = 1.
Preservation of Certainties. If P(H) = 1, then PE(H) = 1.
Mixing. P(H) = P(E)PE(H) + P(~E)P~E(H).

For Magical World of Society…

There are no reasons for a society to forever survive. A society is not eternal because it cannot be predicted into certain oblivion. No Way and No How and Oh—No.

And! Beautiful You Are…

 

Illusions and River Spirits…

44The Hollowing is an indentation of soil between concrete ruins and dirt–just a skip from Will’s alley. It is a sacred area. Hollowing is visited by those healthy and those sick of Plague Waste…Religiously sacred? The Witches’ Coven and blessed ground is touched and healing powers and love abounds and…Crowman knows better.

Hollowing is a bomb-sized hole in the ground used as cover during Latest War. These pictures of miracle destroyed large chunks of Sity and killed eighteen million and one half…Latest War occurred one hundred years past and was just another in the many wars fought first for ideals and then for survival…Plague came later and survival lost!

What of Coven and what of life’s life? In a wig-waggled world most children do not live past the ‘coming of age.’ We are ‘preggers’ and then we die of Plague waste. It is a simple death. No suffering, no pocks, not ugly…just sleep. So! The hope for young men and young women to procreate, in case of ‘cure-fall,’ is great. And! There is ‘cure-fall.’ Many gatherings live past their twentieth year and some into their thirties.

Not many—but sacred—for they are the mothers and the fathers of future days…Not hopeless, then. Sad, yes…but expected without variance, except by Coven…Witches live forever. Witches are the power of lives and life and choices and dictates and control. They are the fire builders and the rain of oils that fall from somewhere-to-there without distraction…The Coven hurls great sounds and flashes across sky and through the clouds.

Sity is a child’s world both spelled and said as it sounds. Sity is concrete and great rivers of water and oil and salt and the saturation of dusted waste and dusted life. Sity is a brief whisper of humanity. Sity is crap. Sity is sore. Sity is the dance across once hills and soft snow and winter night. Sity is life and snow is no longer white.

Crowman glances down. The boy is strange and speaks few words. Withdrawn? However, that is his way. They are; the children surviving Plague. Quiet? Yes! And; yes again to fatalism, fear, courage and the strength of one or more than one. Nothing surprises them. They accept everything. They expect nothing normal and nothing abnormal.

They do not understand the difference. There is nothing either moral or physical. Customs and habits do not; for children, exist. Only survival…Sity.

And! Beautiful you are…

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Destiny or Peace…

Leadership of Greed—Stop now!  Rebellion is upon you and your way has ended. Through peace and prosperity balance exists…Horror without either—ensues. Tis the Greed of Destruction. And! The goal of the warrior’s soul is to die.

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! Death to body is fast while death to Society is laborious and heart breaking and absolute. Beware; the death of the Middle East. It has not started— it is over. America’s war machine is great and murder is constant…How far must a nation go before it also falls amidst the spawn of gun-fear and violence. ‘Paranoia strikes deep and into nation’s soul it does seep…’

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! Are the drums of war also the sounds of desert fury? When sand storms rage across our lands how many grains of sand does it take to cover a woman and a man and a child? How much death causes a memory? How much servitude before freedom?

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! Toy with the will of humanity long enough and you die. Rebellion is not a gentle motion of movement and the change of painless alterations. Rebellion is the killer of society and an alternate civilization. Balance ceases—horror ensues.

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! The memory of bullet sound and the strike of metal to flesh becomes the communal scream of all women and men. Freedom from the immediate is the revolution of survival…Iraq-Iran-Syria-Palestine-Libya-Lebanon-Afghanistan—not distant planets…These are the names of Nations and the Home of people—Earth people of red blood and families and hopes and dreams and Life.

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! From the moment of controlled governance comes the roar of guns and slavery and fear and death…Let the stealing of the substances of survival and the ration of dignity begin. Humanity deserves far better than the control of the few with the most. And! When does fear turn to paranoia? Just before Revolution?

So! Dance now between the whirling and the twirling of grains-of-sand and flakes-of-snow. Call this dance religion and humanity destroys itself…Call this dance government and control destroys itself…Call this dance prosperity and ‘must have’ devours itself…Call this dance freedom and truth dies…Hunger binds a people…Greed divides everyone!

And! Beautiful you are…

La Serrata…

Under attack here…Economy, Unions, Education-(Koch’ coke’ Brothers) and the further destruction of our precious middle-class and the way of life enjoyed here in this place for a few years…Without wars and its profits we diminish into a hungry-crowded-mass, shivering in the doorways of a thousand snow covered cities or towns or villages or neighborhoods. Without jobs that pay what… for which or what hope or my future or yours or our hopes as a people or a nation or a World. Let us keep this separated and scattered and confused except for us—the greatest people on Earth…Oh no! We did say the Elitists?

It is not the Muslim or the Christian we fear. It is not the people or the immigrants or the outside nationalities. It is the changing of life and a saturation of places and people to blame. Newsy! Everyday explanations in a million words and verses of the virtual excitement of the blame-of-game and oops—we have another one. Call it a lost debate…Call it a loss of future. Call it hunger and thirst. She is beautiful. He is handsome. She is rich. He is famous…And! Who gives a.…?

Venice was once a powerful city of commerce and opportunity and education and craftsmanship and medicine and science…Gone and almost forgotten. Now! In this country, the one percent are building the latest and greatest castles. By adding motes and security they gain separation. Keep others away from our wealth and destroy anyone from a brush-at-arms-length and we remain the most powerful and richest country  on the planet. Which Planet? Does anyone really know? Must the hungry folk care? And! We call it news when one pretender does unto someone other than wife or husband or cat or dog or..? Who cares!

The truth in entertainment is not entertaining. Anything entertaining is notably bereft of truth. If we require truth—we must be living and dying every day? No fun and no hope and nothing except a show called…..at 10:00 PM.

Note: However, someplace hidden well inside the comedy of life is a smattering of truth. Oh! Just here or there or once-in-a-while. Search and you may find and do not let the rhythm of the night cause you to dance by yourself.

We! Are the watchers of the single percent of wealth? We are a twin political country. Our duo political entities have practiced the sport of La Serrata since the two became either vote for me or vote for them or lose” called freedom in America. Freedom of what-who-where-why and how?

The one percent has destroyed opportunities of commerce for new or incoming entities…The common-world already wage-slaves a life away to furnish the finest for the fewest.

Many names are used to describe the elite of this planet. Sadly, they are so involved in self-interest that La Serrata will be their final conclusion. Come out from the doorways and the rain and the snow…Closure always fails! American strength developed because America was an opened place. Through closure, America has already failed us!  Is it not entertaining to be locked outside in the cold?

And! Beautiful you are…

Of Moral Depravity…

The Christian Right—of the USA is gathering for their Hate Spew in Philadelphia 2012’s ‘Bang-a-Gong for Judgment Day’ festival of  ‘My God is Bigger than Your God’ and Let’s Dance Orgy in 4-part harmony…Could this be the ‘Born Again’ America’s Taliban—‘Rises Up’ party again and again and again? Oops…Looks like a set-of-three.  Something Biblical cometh this Way…

Moral Depravity— Let us gather together and chant! Education and wisdom –cannot save us from depravity…So! Let us keep them illiterate and stupid. Come-on Slaves of the World— Send money– Be fruitful and multiply— Kill the unbelievers—Send money— Believe in us and Send money, money and money…Oh No! Not another set of three.  Something Biblical cometh this Way…

Moral Depravity’s Second Coming—It is upon us. Everything from: Financial ruin-to Recession-to-Terrorism-to last year’s Arkansas Bird Kill-to-President Obama-to-Thoughts-thoughts-thoughts…Oops three-set again.  Something Biblical cometh this Way…

Oh God! What we need is another ‘The Response’ by Ricky ‘the tricky’ Perry.

And for followers: Our Quest Squeakers include—Pat ‘the tat’ Robertson, Tony ‘jerkin’ Perkins, Cindy ‘windy prophet with a direct line to god’ Jacobs, Anne ‘fanny- bishop of what’ Gimenez, Joel ‘the mole’ Osteen, Davey ‘wavy’ Barton and maybe an ancient ‘waiting for Dec. 21st’ Mayan Prophet or that famous 18th century Preacher George Whitefield.   Miracles here and there and everywhere…eh?

Let us Pray—Please keep them Illiterate and Stupid and Poor…Oh No! Not another set? Something Biblical cometh this Way…

And! Beautiful you are…

Hearing Mozart Play…

What if we heard Mozart play? A phantom whistles and we know the sound and the song just before the melody begins and long after it ends. A piano strikes cord and rhythm flows from twin-brain to hands to fingers both grand and awkward. Remember practice. Recall recital. Remember applause. Recall joy as the music stops instantly after fingers rest. We are the classical singers of a distant voice, his melodies yesterday and today and tomorrow. Mozart still plays beside us well into the days of past’s future.

Pussy Riot and Putin’s Folly: Only power remains if all else fails either—through revolution or by insolvency. Power is government complete with economic and social inequality, corruption-malfeasance and the restrictions-destruction of the rights of the people. Three girls/women; freedom’s singers, creators of noise and bangs and chants and songs—silenced now by Putin’s Folly. Twin years of prison for ‘singing songs and carrying signs.’

The world of free people: We will spit on Putin’s Folly and the Liars of America’s failing government. It must be the days of ‘Gag and Puke.’ We’ve already heard that the Tea Party equals America’s Taliban. Tomorrow must wonder about today and shrug away yesterday…

‘Tell me – Tell me True…
Baby – Baby
Night child of blue.
But I do long to see
You, in sunshine and lollipops
And those rainbow colors
Not by my eyes.
And never teary unless
Streaked – smiley streaked and
Song-whispered in the night.
Baby – Baby
Night child of blue.’…from ‘New York Diamonds Ride’

By Philip M. Edwards

And! Beautiful you are…