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Politics for Poets

politics of the here and now

Leave the moshing to the nightclubs and outdoor concert venues

only giant foam bashing sticks ought to be allowed.

Get over yourselves.

When you have something to say, dont waste a moment, put it out there. But it might need some editing. I do more of that lately, but I tend to be hyperverbose. I let the words flow through.

I tend to be hyperverbose. I need to delete things that are easily misunderstandible. Maybe some awholls wantta tag me as [some terse and derisive moniker.] they need me in the box so that someone can throw waterballons at me, or at the trigger which makes me fall into a dunk tank.

That's what politics is supposed to be but we don't put a real person in any harms way. We are supposed to dunk their fowl ideas. We are supposed to standdown to the hypocracy of trying assert that we know what is best for all concerned.

When someone gets the flight instinct and starts behaving as a maniac we have to ask the question: did this really happen the way that it's initially being written about? Excitible people agitated by false-flag automatic control of someone's automobile? We say that is 'alternative conjecture'. I made up that term as a euphemism for the tarring of the ideas of some by saying that what they conject are but 'conspiracy theories.' But not all of the far fetched alternative conjecture that is tagged as 'conspiracy theory' is actually anything more than a speculatory endeveour by those like myself with the same kind of ability to get some sound out of their entertainment system. They need content for the feed and they use festival to do text to speach. And they need content. So it talks in a robo voice so they type all this stuff constantly and it forms into words and it means things and sometimes the shadows thyat show up on the sides of hte tent from the light being projected from the other side of the translucent film, that projection is a wierdo play. We don't kjnow what is really happening on the other side of the veil.

Michael Hastings died and a lot of people had some thoughts about why a car would go so fast on a beaulevard, as such, an area with a sleepy neighborhood and lot of friendly people, with forwrd looking as the reasoning for exsistance: so we don't really have a true 'ending' for Michael. Or even if he were really who they said he were knowing now other things that were kept out of the feed, and I kind of got a flavor of it but who knows. So I won't repeat it. We all have to move on. I wish, as a fond hope that Michael were still amoung us. And if it were all a rouse, as part of me, as that voice from the fog would love to believe, knowing what I now know I wish that he were still alive and all of that so he could have a better place for himself, The narraitve of the jonesing meth head paranoid and out of his mind with fear is one that seems more plausible. From beeing (and nothingness, buzz buzz), from being and nothingness we all arise and burst forth into this world and yell out here I am hear I am hear me I'm tripping, Boo, now, and you better understand that I aint taking no . . . " and we go on with it, ya we do.

No one knows how a car goes out of control like Michaels car seemed to have. And if cars have soimetimes a tap in and a malicous black op out to cause destruction, they'd be at some demon remote, maybe it's even an ap, and they'd be all 'time to end this fool' But that's the plot to a bad movie. And not how real spies and operators would actually work.

The thing is we can't really know what the real story about spies and people who have full time access to the oval office for a time and then end up dead on the street ,as reported, charred and cremated and curiousity of what had happened. the fire hydrant broke the crash and then the car exploded into a tree and Michael Hastings was then dead and the local people came and put out the fire with a fire hose. Thankful, in some sense, that the water line ran down the center of the street like it did. I went to the place and looked at it myself and took pictures of it all and I think that it could have been set up and staged and Michaerl might be still alive but my gut says that if he were he's got to maintain that he's not. If he really was who they said he was in the first place and not just a product of . . . whatever produces the operator class of citizen wariors. The whole methhead jones thing is something that I know not of first hand, but I've seen such men on a tear in the wilds of the civilized world so I know that kind of personality. If you could really be the next Kerouac you 'd probably better off be anonymous or else be constantly hounded like Jack was, all the other demons calling at his door and him with so many damn problems, many of which we don't ever get to hear about.

Alternative conjecture. It ought to be dialed down. Minimize the conspiracy theory. A car went out of control. The reason? The motivation of the driver of that vehicle? We oought not to be making conclusions as to why this horrific thing happened. We need to let those in the fields of prosecution and following the law do their jobs. And stop making it into a giant confrontation. And only thing that people can bring are great big foam bats that can't really harm anyone.

When things are heated and serious, as a prudent person who desires that the peace be maintained, it is best to dial down the indignation. It's best to try and maintain the solemnity of a vigil. Someone died. The car ran them over. That's all we really know right now. The future of race relations in America doesn't hinge on this single mechanical failure or driver who had a medical emergency while driving. We don't know the details. We shouldn't be making things up to try and stir up clicks.

Aug 12, 2017

 
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