Friday, December 25, 2015
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
Chris Hedges' Recent Column: Capitalism's Cult of Human Sacrifice
Chris Hedges can even go further with this idea---capitalism's cult of human sacrifice is not merely limited to the toxic waste of an oil refinery, but is revealed in the words of Former President Bush on Memorial Day mentioning the blood that is shed on the altar of democracy... Such a remark is a blasphemy since democracy after all is not a sacred religion. The unborn innocent lives which are routinely aborted. Other innocent or minor thieves being shot down by corrupt and barbaric police practices. But most of all it is to take God's people and force them to submit to the corrupt medical practices and the pickle game between the AMA, insurance companies and big Pharma which just play their anti-health agenda like a game of pickle at the expense of sick people just so the fatcats can live in luxury and drive expensive cars. Those people who exploit their own sick and dying or unborn citizens for filthy lucre are to be honest the poorest of the poor. The other cult of sacrifice concerns the meaningless jobs that people are compelled to undertake in cubicles pretending that their labor has some sort of value and meaning but the vast majority is wage slavery and the mind-numbing 9-5 strips God's people of their innate creativity and genius and pays then with the devalued dollar while the govt drives the economy deeper into debt spending billions of dollars on wars that will never return a thing to the citizens but profit foreign globalists and one-percenters. It is a crying shame all the way around!
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Friday, December 11, 2015
Thanksgiving Reflections: 2015
Looking at these horrible artifacts of the contemporary media one indeed gets the sense that we are living to witness the culmination of this age as revealed in the final book of the Bible. Certainly it is clear that Satan, the Prince of the Air is the ruling authority of this world, although this is not news to an erstwhile student of the Bible! And we still see that the ruling dynastic families are yet pulling the puppet strings to usher in their finest hour---the Rothschilds, Rockefellers and Bushes carefully hidden in their puppet theatres while Monsanto claims yet another copyright to the genomic sequence of yet another food source and DuPont unfolds another toxic, cancer causing compound for which their stockholders (university investment portfolios and so-called christians) stand to laugh all the way to the bank. And in Washington the chiefs of FEMA plot nefarious training exercises including Jade Helm 15 guaranteed to further disenfranchise american values and liberties in the name of an insane obsession with security. President Obama's executive order #13603, the Mossad 9/11 cover-up---murder, thieving and lying rampant since the days of the last ancient Roman kings---all of these are "best practices" perfectly and deeply revealed in the powers that be amongst the one-percenters, illuminati and protected by the ethics of their corporations and loyal minions dazed and confused at the wonder of the newest technological applications which blind them to any moral consequence or any value to authentic human aspirations.
And yet, this is all news from a foreign land as I gaze from my bedroom window onto the late November landscape so many subtle shades of brown-grey and green, the treetops on the mountainside so uniformly barren---the mild weather so typical of this season, no snowfall as of yet and still winter marches on vanquishing Summer's fair, verdant reign.
Therefore I give amazing thanks to the Lord even though World War III rages far and near and the inner cities of America are torn asunder in racial strife. Washington has fallen into the hands of a globalist cabal hidden from the eyes of the citizens who might notice that the emperor wears no clothes as the hands of the puppeteers guide the Commander in Chief's every move as though in a well-choreographed ballet with every gesture advancing the incremental deterioration of the core american values of citizen rights and constitutional legitimacy. We are no longer in Kansas, Dorothy! Hell we aren't even in the USA! A platinum wedge has been driven between the de facto corporate hegemony and its authentic democratic traditions, another firewall separates the legitimate interests of the citizenry and the politicians who purport to represent them in Sodom and Gomorrah. Another divide exacerbates racial divides, the rich and the poor while FEMA stockpiles millions of rounds of ammunition and bayonets for their internal war games within the Vaterland. The rich abuse the poor and the old are seduced by the young to quote the great american poet. Militarized police forces like black padded Ninja turtles march mindlessly to the great Fuhrers mandates trampling the innocent and pure in the land of the free and the home of the brave as a Civil War stands poised to explode but on an entirely different scale than Lincoln witnessed. Great ethical heroes seem to be hidden while the lowest and basest members of the entertainment industry and Hollywood congratulate one another at yet another inane awards ceremony.
And yet, this is all news from a foreign land as I gaze from my bedroom window onto the late November landscape so many subtle shades of brown-grey and green, the treetops on the mountainside so uniformly barren---the mild weather so typical of this season, no snowfall as of yet and still winter marches on vanquishing Summer's fair, verdant reign.
Therefore I give amazing thanks to the Lord even though World War III rages far and near and the inner cities of America are torn asunder in racial strife. Washington has fallen into the hands of a globalist cabal hidden from the eyes of the citizens who might notice that the emperor wears no clothes as the hands of the puppeteers guide the Commander in Chief's every move as though in a well-choreographed ballet with every gesture advancing the incremental deterioration of the core american values of citizen rights and constitutional legitimacy. We are no longer in Kansas, Dorothy! Hell we aren't even in the USA! A platinum wedge has been driven between the de facto corporate hegemony and its authentic democratic traditions, another firewall separates the legitimate interests of the citizenry and the politicians who purport to represent them in Sodom and Gomorrah. Another divide exacerbates racial divides, the rich and the poor while FEMA stockpiles millions of rounds of ammunition and bayonets for their internal war games within the Vaterland. The rich abuse the poor and the old are seduced by the young to quote the great american poet. Militarized police forces like black padded Ninja turtles march mindlessly to the great Fuhrers mandates trampling the innocent and pure in the land of the free and the home of the brave as a Civil War stands poised to explode but on an entirely different scale than Lincoln witnessed. Great ethical heroes seem to be hidden while the lowest and basest members of the entertainment industry and Hollywood congratulate one another at yet another inane awards ceremony.
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
Chomsky Was Right: We Do have Grammar in Our Head
Lately I have been pondering the manner in which language works and a close friend forwarded this article concerning Chomsky's view of grammar which is deeply embedded in our language.
My interest is slightly different than Chomsky's however his work may be used to support my thesis. The main thrust of my idea is that "language speaks man"---this phrase comes of course from Heidegger. It dovetails neatly with the research I am presently conducting on poetry and how meaning "rises up" to language.
It is a technical discussion to be sure and I will not bore the reader at this point with technicalities! The upshot of my research will have immense potential for application in the current cultural milieu: in medicine, advertising, education and explain how humans interact with computing and law enforcement.
This might sound like an overstatement---overly bold---but if I can hammer out this idea and then get appropriate support for empirical research, I will be able to provide a set of practical suggestions which will be of great value in promoting ethical culture in the USA.
I will provide one example: Though the AMA and the medical establishment, with well intended do-gooders, advertize "awareness" for cancer for example Susan Komen fundraisers, and the pink cancer advocates which are found ubiquitously in the cultural lifeworld (on water bottles, billboards, pink ribbons, etc., etc... Their intention is to promote awareness of women's breast cancer with an eye toward treating this malady---whether it be in terms of treatment or education, the proponents of this movement are not aware that this 'awareness' actually promotes the incidence of cancer.
How is this so?
It is well known phenomenon that advertizing possesses subliminal impact upon buying behavior---both conscious and unconscious encounters with images and words actually promotes and manifests the effect of buying behavior and desire---why should this be any different with promoting pink awareness.?
I am only at the very beginning of this research project and being that I am merely mortal as well as finite, a lone researcher without any institutional funding, you will have to be patient--this will take a great deal of effort to produce results. There is no doubt in my mind that other researchers will join me in this undertaking but it will take time.
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When You Gonna Wake Up Bob Dylan
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God don’t make no promises that He don’t keep
You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep
You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts
Karl Marx has got ya by the throat, Henry Kissinger’s got you tied up in knots
Karl Marx has got ya by the throat, Henry Kissinger’s got you tied up in knots
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You got innocent men in jail, your insane asylums are filled
You got unrighteous doctors dealing drugs that’ll never cure your ills
You got unrighteous doctors dealing drugs that’ll never cure your ills
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You got men who can’t hold their peace and women who can’t control their tongues
The rich seduce the poor and the old are seduced by the young
The rich seduce the poor and the old are seduced by the young
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools
You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules
You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Spiritual advisors and gurus to guide your every move
Instant inner peace and every step you take has got to be approved
Instant inner peace and every step you take has got to be approved
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?
You think He’s just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires
You think He’s just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You can’t take it with you and you know that it’s too worthless to be sold
They tell you, “Time is money,” as if your life was worth its weight in gold
They tell you, “Time is money,” as if your life was worth its weight in gold
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
There’s a Man up on a cross and He’s been crucified
Do you have any idea why or for who He died?
Do you have any idea why or for who He died?
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Copyright © 1979 by Special Rider Music
Monday, December 07, 2015
'Cross the Green Mountain by Bob Dylan
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Cross The Green Mountain
Words and music Bob Dylan
Written for the soundtrack of the film Gods And Generals (2003), released on Tell Tale Signs (2008)
Lyrics taken from communal efforts at the Pool message board; tab by Eyolf Østrem
Written for the soundtrack of the film Gods And Generals (2003), released on Tell Tale Signs (2008)
Lyrics taken from communal efforts at the Pool message board; tab by Eyolf Østrem
Two things are noteworthy from the guitaristic side. One is the continuously sounding -----3 (highest string, third fret), throughout most of the chords (see chord chart). The other is the bitonality of the second chord. Where I've written a G/b chord, some of the instruments play a Bm chord, which clashes with the -----3. There are some ways of approximating that on a single guitar, but none are completely satisfying; see suggestions below.
Apart from that, it's an interesting tune for three reasons: the difference between the two types of verses, which are so similar that it's hard to keep them apart, but still quite distinct; the irregular strophe structure, with the secondary verse form occurring three times, with a different number of “regular” verses in between. The third reason is more elusive, but despite its extreme simplicity, with basically the same chord sequence (Am7-G/b-C-D, reversed in the bridge) for just about every line, it still works wonderfully.
Apart from that, it's an interesting tune for three reasons: the difference between the two types of verses, which are so similar that it's hard to keep them apart, but still quite distinct; the irregular strophe structure, with the secondary verse form occurring three times, with a different number of “regular” verses in between. The third reason is more elusive, but despite its extreme simplicity, with basically the same chord sequence (Am7-G/b-C-D, reversed in the bridge) for just about every line, it still works wonderfully.
Capo 1st fret (sounding key Ab major)
Chords:
C x32013
G/b x20003 or x20033
Am7 x02213 or x02013
Dsus4 xx0233
Dsus2 xx0230
Cadd9 x32033
Bm x24432 (alternative to G/b)
Bm+G/b x24433 (hard)
xx4433 (not so hard, but misses the bass note)
x20002 (easy, but misses the high -----3)
79978x (easy enough, but the move to the high position isn't ideal)
C . . . G/b . . . Am7 . . . G . . .
Am7 . . . G/b . . . C . . . Dsus4 . D .
Am7 G/b C D
I cross the green mountain, I sit by the stream
Am7 G/b C D
Heaven blazing in my head, I dreamt a monstrous dream
C G/b Am7 Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
Something came up out of the sea
Em C D Em
Swept through the land of the rich and the free
C . . . G . . . D . . .
I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then i ask myself, is this the end?
Memories linger, sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will meet
C . . . G . . . D . . .
C G/b Am7 G
Altars are burning with flames far and wide
C G/b Am7 Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
The foe has crossed over from the other side
C G/b Am7 G
They tip their caps from the top of the hill
Am7 G/b Cadd9 Dsus4 . . . D . . .
You can feel them come, more brave blood to spill
Along the dim Atlantic line
the ravaged land lies for miles behind
The light's coming forward and the streets are broad
All must yield to the avenging God
C . . . G . . C G . . .
The world is old, the world is gray
Lessons of life, can't be learned in a day
I watch and I wait, and I listen while I stand
To the music that comes from a far-better land
Close the eyes of our captain, peace may he know
His long night is done, the great leader is laid low
He was ready to fall, he was quick to defend
Killed outright he was, by his own men
C . . . G . C . G . . .
It's the last day's last hour, of the last happy year
I feel that the unknown world is so near
Pride will vanish and glory will rot
But virtue lives and cannot be forgot
C . . . G . . . D . . .
The bells of leavening have rung
There's blasphemy on every tongue
Let 'em say that I walked in fair nature's light
And that I was loyal to truth and to right
C . . . G . C . G . . .
Serve God and be cheerful, look upward, beyond
Beyond the darkness of masks, the surprises of dawn
In the deep green grasses of the blood stained world
They never dreamed of surrenderin', they fell where they stood
Stars fell over Alabama, I saw each star
You're walkin' in dreams, whoever you are
Chilled are the skies, keen as the frost
The ground's froze hard and the morning is lost
C . . . G . C . G . . .
A letter to mother came today
Gunshot wound to the breast is what it did say
But he'll be better soon, he's in a hospital bed
But he'll never be better - he's already dead
C . . . G . C . G . . .
I'm ten miles outside the city, and I'm lifted away
In an ancient light, that is not of day
They were calm, they were blunt, we knew 'em all too well
We loved each other more than we ever dared to tell
C . . . G . Cadd9 . G
Sunday, December 06, 2015
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