Only Read if You Want to Refrain From Global Racism and Nuclear Annihilation, and Seek a New Religion
Can you name every nation in Africa with your eyes closed and your ears stuffed with propaganda snot? A few years ago I could, when I was homeschooling my daughters out of this insane society. Now I’m inching closer to pure racist, arm-chair violent ignorance like the rest of this mob nation. I can’t help it. I’m surrounded by a society pathologized to the teeth, not wanting to be outsmarted by gut reason, even to save their grandchildren from a split second brain splatter. I count 23 countries. Less than half. Yes, South Africa was one. Not because of Apartheid, but because it’s full of white guys, like Gary Busey karate-chopping Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon. Not so many of those pale faced Buseys in Burkina Faso swatting mosquitoes and dying young. Brown people get malaria and “made for Africa” white people bombs all the time. The continent is replete with families being shrapnel-sliced into a thousand pieces by yours and Uncle Ray’s subservience to CNN and Lockheed-Martin.
As I write, the U.S. is supplying billions of dollars and tanks to a corrupt government to fight against a nuclear armed nation. What could go wrong? Do you remember when Russia did the same for desperate Iraqis being cluster-bombed by the U.S. military of obeying degenerates? You don’t because they didn’t. Our boys were met with an unsubsidized resistance, tanking into Baghdad to street pillage with ease. Or, do you recall the Canadian wars, when Russia was sending in military advisors to teach the swim-challenged Kanucks how to lay mines along the banks of the Saint Lawrence? You don’t because it never happened. Faux-Christian U.S. military “Made in China” brass and decals would have End of Dazed earth long before the first Russian conscript stomped his jackboots down Saint Paul Street.
But we don’t get it. It’s the Ukraine. They’re white without malaria since 1956 and Russia is fellow racist white commie enemy says John Rambo and that big white steroid boxer Ivan Drago dripping sweat off his hard nipple in Rocky 3. Thank you Italian Stallion for teaching complacent baby boomers everything they need to know about geo-politics, especially cold wars, which are very, very hot if you’re born brown on planet earth. Us boomers got the money now, and subscriptions to all the streaming channels. Nothing on TV tonight about the the U.S. surrounding their own grandbabies with locked and loaded thermonuclear weapons. It wouldn’t matter. There’s a Ukranian flag to paste in the profile and photos of big ass French fries dripping with gravy to post before the earth dies screaming.
All I have ever hoped geopolitically as an adult in Crazytown was for my friends and family to imagine, just imagine, the fate of love and life after old men in uniforms order buttons pressed to annihilate all microbe carrying mosquitoes, Russian black bears, American eagles, garden flowers and human babies. It’s not a good one, although it might be just as it pertains to homo sapiens leasing SUVs. Our very sick society is like the mass shooter in the night club, the school, the mall, the office, the playpark, the grocery store… wanting to insure that everything else in the room suffers his(our) own private terrors. You and me (not the other guy) are that neighbor who always seemed so normal. Who would have thought he (we) would lose it one day and go on a nuclear rampage dusting our own family and friends because General CIA Deathbob Charlie Killjoy got on TV and said so?
So many of my comrades adore the Ukraine flag and ignore the Burkina Faso one. The latter dons a red and green horizontal band with a yellow star in the middle. The West African nation-state has a GDP of 20 billion dollars, equal to Elon Musk and Jeff Bezo’s annual interest gained on their investments in sex toy space probes. These two fascist kings could give every child of Burkina Faso a head start to replace all “the minor” (that is, “ghostly, unimportant, non-western”) African wars with powerful visions of hope. Joe Biden could stuff a sock down General Killer’s throat and save another missile poking through a children’s hospital in Kyiv. Joe and Vladimir (Putin) could have their knees publicly scraped down to bonedust for putting all life on earth under nuclear arrest, and make due a centuries’ old promise made by tribal chiefs to their people never ever ever to threaten them with overnight annihilation.
All this could happen if we were imaginatively awake and vocally non-compliant.
Don’t believe me? Ask the birds what they think, or the ants, trees, fishes and seaweed. Begin questioning your own pet dog whom you likely love better than most human beings… Ask him what the future holds for a race of easily moved suicidal vicarious killers. If Fido is a thinking dog, he might clam up just to keep a steady pour of kibbles into his dish. But if he’s like an illiterate, non-middleclass Burkinane, or any underachieving, dreaming 4 year old earthling, he might cry into his beanbag all night long about why master sacrificed any hope of future security to placate fears of not conforming.
I think Fido, all respirating life in Burkina Faso, and healthy American grandchildren store some sand grain of hope in the human fools like me. However, If I cannot get my adult neighbors to just imagine the horror of the worst human-caused disaster imaginable, which might goad them to point fingers at the only non-asteroidial threat to existence, then I am a failure as an artist, seer, philosopher, believer, and just might do better to convert asap.
Fortunately, I found a new religion to free us.
The New God Nuclear
Last year I scoffed at the venerable Krishnamurti who once declared that the world problem is not the individual problem. Meaning that one should not bother about outside trouble until he has cured his own ailing soul. I rejected such a selfish philosophy after I woke up one morning to the doom that the world is being held hostage by nuclear weapons. There would be time I thought to play happy swami in full lotus after the earth was rid of the threat of six-hour annihilation. However… and from this day forward I will thank the new God profusely… However, thank God—thank you real, honest, and true, new God-Nuclear—that to be born again is exactly what humanity has longed for deep in its heart of hearts ever since the first creative superstition helped the confused hominid choose the correct leaf to eat.
That is this:
We have it now. A final proof of God. Proof of an evil force, like Satan, proof of hellfire, damnation, tortured souls, happiness beyond comparison, proof of extremely efficient punishment to sinners and infidels.
This God-Nuclear is real. We have seen him spit a gob at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and just like that—200,000 people, six million birds, a trillion plants and animals liquidated! That is a marvel. Barefoot Jesus made a blind man see? Whippety-doo! Small time trick of a holy, hack magician. Then this new God-Nuclear got an overnight head cold for the latter part of the last century, and now a billion women are destined to have one or both of their breasts lopped off. That is effective punishment. Forget those whining Christians with their girly talk about “the rapture”. God-Nuclear wipes his ass with Revelations.
It was last year when I laughed at the selfish simplicity of the atomic wise man, Krishnamurti. Now, after humbling myself to the new light, after meeting the new God-Nuclear face to undeniably magnificent warhead, I see that the skinny, big-eyed prophet was absolutely right, no matter what his initial reasoning.
The world problem is not my problem.
God-Nuclear has knocked that huge chip off my shoulder. God-Nuclear, thank God-Nuclear, will take care of the world. Seven of his grand thermonukes detonated on the same day will strangle our dear atmosphere to death. That is a real, powerful force! Not likely Mohammed ever imagined such a blow! He was content with fire bolts shot from the clouds. Maybe a dark rider on a donkey wielding a magic sword to slay the wicked. When superstition was all guesswork and faith, who knew what the punishments would be? So much confusion, too many impressive demigods, little miracles, maidens and buffalo boys, entire planets and stars teeming with the unpredictability of life and weather, existing together as one big family on the shell of a floating turtle…
Once, not too long ago, every devout Christian, Hindu, Muslim, Buddhist, Haudenosaunee could go into himself to perfect existence, to maintain an almost ecstatic peace and harmony. Poverty was praised, for the contemplative life revealed successive rewards. Karma was very real. Should life, with all its intricate detail, ever veer off course, then watch out for some nasty personal consequences! Back in those golden days of doing good for fear of God it was bad to be rich, good to be simple, bad to flaunt style, good to sleep under the stars…
It shall be like that for the visionaries once again. We will have our new Buddhas and Jesus Christs. They will carry on with amazing humility and silence, so beautifully, leaving nothing to the world but their fading inner light.
God-Nuclear exists for the increase of our spiritual bounty. No more guesswork. There truly is Kingdom come! Armageddon ain’t no lie. Why on earth are those crazy nuns beating weapons into plowshares? It must be a blind, raging jealousy of the greater, truer god. Their ancient spear and sword god comes from the darkest of dark ages, before Thomas Edison, Gatling guns and incendiary bombs. It was the Manhattan Project, not the knowledge of Jesus or Vishnu which separated the savage from the civilized. God-Nuclear waits underground and undersea with a wide, knowing smile. There is one God and it just doesn’t matter what anyone gets from this knowledge.
What this means for the spiritual boobs…
It means get back to work all of you! You are absolved of sin. The superstitions have vanished. Droughts are explained. Famine understood. The plague is all about not washing your hands after drinking shitty water. Lawlessness happens mostly from having no fear of an angry god.
Get the most out of life. Forget about progeny if you must. Love is okay. Hate is okay too if it brings you joy. The only consequences left are those wrought by breaking man-made laws and the inevitable doom of eternal silence brought to you by the new and improved good God-Nuclear.
But this should only bring the happy ones closer together. Spirituality, devotion, gentleness, compassion—these things make life worth living. More so with the knowledge of certain death tomorrow for everybody, including the unborn’s unborn.
Nonsensical word-laying before grocery shopping…
Power is a human construct. Not real. Non-existent.
Force is nature. Freedom is choice. Choose love as the ever-present force of nature.
And breathe through the nose. And watch the squirrels.
And know the tree below the ground!