Who become the subservient insovereign dregs of society?
This is an extension to my recent post Don’t Tread on These: a look at the assumptions observed by strong law and order. Its advocates seek to exercise civic “sovereignty” in order to achieve the spoils of graft and impropiety with all the self-righteousness and self-whiteousness that devote inalienable rights without responsibiity; however, they never balk at denying inalienable rights to any other group that is representative of American society.
What can I get away with? Does the system of governance reward personal liberty at the expense of unrestrained greed. If you want something enough, you should claim it as any greedy and slovenly sovereign would. To the arrogant go the spoils and the promotions.
Recently, a guy who hankered to become a police officer cobbled together some assault rifles, identity cards, and cheap labor. The hankerer is a certain Jeremy DeWitte. He enjoyed the trappings and the respect that a cop may sometimes garner, so he took to showing up at funeral processions riding a motorcyle and screaming obsenities at the disobedient with a loud and foul mouth. Jeremy crafted his own version of a twisted American dream. Unfortunately, it collapsed into ashes within a few short weeks. The Trump Administration allowed us to witness a society without scruples, a blood thirst that still knows no barriers. Anti-vaccination fervor continues to provide a sense of sovereignity to the least qualified and the most destructive. I remain convinced that Trump would have won reelection had a pandemic not ruled otherwise.
The American Empire has not won a single conflict in my lifetime. Every single attempt has cost more lives and funds than the ones that preceded it, yet the guardians of collective amnesia continue to stumble into every war with a pride that defines exceptional values as boundless for the sovereign American and openly hostile to the people they despise. American history is written large and arrogantly to apologize for each slaughter of the innocents, the extraction of geopolitically valuable resources, and the installation of puppets to administer power swaps. As its citizens, we own all the degradation, torture and death caused by imperious ambition — planetwide.
The system is systemically gamed at every level, the white-supremacism that drives ever greater inequality does not yield to any of those tightly defined levels. The body politic recognizes no fairness doctrine. A society steeped in racism never admits that the cancer of supremacism even exists. Black Lives Matters gets identified as a hate group, all conclusive studies that point to systemic racism are dismissed as unAmerican activity. Utter furor followed each utterance of any combination of three curious words in any order:
Critical Race Theory.
For every lynching that takes place at any geography, at any moment in history, is automatically labelled as anti-liberty, anti-American, anti-God, anti-Guts, anti-Guns.
The ethnicity of the present Justices meeting as a US Supreme Court is wildly at odds with the will of the governed. Five of Nine are Catholic (a word that has nothing to do with universality), it now leans sufficiently rightwing to make its rulings even more aberrant. They represent an essentially single-issue faith that does nothing to address the country’s diversity amid enormous income inequality. It is an engine for maintaining the status quo, for directing reactionary political thought into rigidly doctrinal hegemony.
White persons become conditioned from birth to death to believe that they are the de facto gold standard for “great”ness, something is inherited from the innate genius of a certain Western Civilization. The unthinkable: not having whites to rule the roost. Skin pigmentation matters because forefathers are never presented as persons of color. Destiny, manifestly blessed by God for those with less melanin, is something inherited from Adam and Eve: the first and significant players on this planet. White persons remain forever blessed and deemed proper by the god that they created. Quite on the other hand, existing while black has always been subservient to the cultures deemed proper in the history of humankind.
Wealth is enormously maldistributed. Mr. Branson is only the first of the celebrity billionaires to romp about at the edge of space, more gaiety is scheduled by the same priviliged nice people who “earned” capital. Stay tuned to your media outlet for the next billionaires to romp about and above, Capitalism continues to stick its invisible finger into the pots planetwide. Capital makes all the decisions and it does all the thinking. Climate disruptions will continue to occur as if ordained by a faithful white God, whatever the political economy. One-hundred-and-seven degree days in the Pacific Northwest are the hot new trend. At some point, the human body will not be able to sweat away the small stuff. Skin pores will be unable to process relative humidity. At about 140 degrees, the science states that the bodies of those individuals must drown in their own perspiration in places like India and Pakistan. Anhidrosis is the inability to sweat. If you are unable to move to a more forgiving climate — or able to find perspiration relief via air conditioning — you become headlines and trend setters. I do not intend to echo bad news for the thrill of it, it is the simple result of political economies that do not plan for exigencies. Being the bear of bad news is like a muffled scream to point out that reality does not care, it will occur in proportion to the degree to which reality is ignored by citizens and their respective governments, for those who have no mouth but must scream.
Yet, the most privileged of them all are quick to find fault with the fellow human beings who somehow pose threats to the natural law of white supremacy. Even an academic term used to describe the systemic failure of whites to admit any responsibility for the exploitation of others is viewed as a slam on the gentle workings of worldwide capitalism. They explain the term “critical race theory” as an assault on common decency, an attempt to enslave whites under Marxism, a threat to the police who maintain law and order, a snipe at judges who are “tough on crime.” The events of 6 January are dismissed as attempts to deny tourists access to their home: the Capitol complex. History is supposed to deem the participants as patriots. Anyone politically to the left of Donald Trump is a threat to religious liberty and family values.
Vaccination against a virus that threatens 99% of antivaxxers is labelled as the imposition of tyranny. The only citizens actually endangered are the antivaxxers themselves. Don’t tread on them.
From the inimitable Ellen Hawley, who publishes many wonderful things that you’ve unlikely encountered elsewhere. An excerpt:
“I can’t leave you without talking about the map of Ikea stores in Oosthuizen’s book. (It’s reproduced in the review. The link’s above.) She argues that future archeologists could mark a map with all the Ikea stores that are close to rivers leading to the North Sea, and from that theorize that Sweden colonized Britain in the late twentieth century.
They could back up the theory by pointing to the amount of Ikea furniture in people’s homes and decide that the 100,000 Swedes who lived in London in 2018 had moved there to work for Ikea.”
Until recently, if you asked who the Anglo-Saxons were the answer would’ve been that they were people from two northern European tribes who invaded England during the fifth and sixth centuries and then put down roots and stayed. They pushed the Britons (mostly Celts who’d been Romanized) to the corners of the island and formed a shifting set of small kingdoms in the island’s middle.
The kingdomlets eventually became one full-size kingdom, which was in turn overthrown by the Norman invasion in 1066.
Sic transit gloria mundi, which is Latin from Do whatever you like, in the end it all goes wrong anyway. It’s a run-on sentence, but you can blame the ancient Romans.
The Jutes and the complications
To complicate the picture (I can never resist a complication), you can also tell the traditional story so that there were three tribes, the Angles and the Saxons plus…
Recently, fellow friends of Palestine invited a Palestinian woman to a Major League baseball game, a sport that draws fans of all ages. The expression “as American as…” includes a proclivity to demonstrative force. The National Anthem represents just another way to blow a few things up, the celebration of explosions works to favor the celebration of ignorance as well. The American calendar is replete with noisy holidays. Some of this is going on as I type: the fireworks offered domestically and at a planetwide level . They are gathering at a baseball stadium to observe F-16s breaking silence. The Star-Spangled Banner recalls a hell on Earth in the form of War Birds bringing random deth to innocents around the Planet. The Palestinan woman at the Ballpark was not forewarned of the intervention of peace in the sky above. She sought a hiding place where she could hide and scream. PTSD is the everyday in Palestine, every day. We fund it and keep the insanity at a pandemic level. American bombs rip bodies into flaming pieces of nameless collateral victims of Pax Americana. The discipline of the Spartan members of our military state drops the “bombs bursting in air” to the children of Yemen. The object is to blow up bodies for the furtherance of fear and loathing in a military theater populated by drones. The inaptly named Department of Defense commands a disproportionate share of scientific progress. Drones were first used to drop death from a continent and an ocean away: job one. Using drones to drop Amazon orders had to wait, but capitalism is never far behind. The US Empire sells bright, gleaming works of art that get the job done with a sufficient body count to justify a war theater for our geopolitical friends in Israel and within the family of Saud. Explosions make customers happy. For each bomb exploded, a replacement order is cut. Munitions keep the merchants of death wealthy.
Freedom fighters who drop hell from a blue sky, making the world safe for capitalist hegemonies. A blue sky is chosen because it makes the tracking of innocents into more visible. The joystick may be in an F16 or some such death dispersal device. Or that joystick may be located in a bunker somewhere in a red State. It is dark outside the hole where a soldier sits with headphones and observes the details revealed by the Sun. It also makes it possible to read the fear on the faces that have been assigned death. I understand that the cameras available on a drone are capable of allowing the death dealer to look into the eyes of the target marked for death. PTSD is the most commonly reported response for the brain of the joystick holder. Freedom is not free, it requires the expenditure of many black and brown bodies.
Of course, these bunkers are also located at trusted purchaser sites. The largest of these bunkers is populated by Israeli Occupation Forces located at extremely militarily important geopolitical sites. They are also brought to the field where an “enemy” gets obliterated by projectiles of many forms. Mobile units are strategically located near an apartheid fence/wall/barrier/figment of the imagination. Teams of death dealers decide on the specific methods for delivering humiliation. One popular decision is to aim at a single knee of a young freedom fighter on the inconvenient side of a loathingly enforced apartheid barrier. Maim the young such that they live miserable existences and “stand” as examples for the Israeli Occupation Forces.
I have friends who had invited a Palestinian to a baseball game. As usual, sports and F-16s dropped through the sky to add some thrill to a Star-Spangled Banner that speaks of a hell that gets the expeced resuts for our patriotic War Birds, the gentlemen who bring random death to the most innocent among us.
That Palestinan woman at the Ballpark sought a hiding placewhere she could hide and scream. It is what happens when your entire life is peppered with expendable bombs to waste expendable human units. American bombs rip bodies into flaming portions of nameless collateral value the world over. These are in absurdedly disproportionate war theaters such as Yemen. There, they patriotically blow up bodies to serve as targets in a game called fear and loathing. The US Empire sells these bright, gleaming phallics to get the job done with zero possible retaliation. Black and brown bodies are cheap if you are a freedom fighter who drops hell from a blue sky, making the world safe for capitalist hegemons. A blue sky is chosen because it makes the tracking of innocents: the targets. The joystick may be in an F16 or some other death delivering device. A joystick may be located in a bunker somewhere in a red State. It may be dark outside the hole in which a soldier sits with headphones and observes the details revealed by the Sun that illuminates targets and improves the kill count. It makes it possible to read the fear on the faces that have been dealt a death card. I understand that the cameras available on a drone are capable of allowing the death dealer to look into the eyes of the target marked for death. PTSD is the most commonly reported response for the joystick holder. Of course, these bunkers are also located at trusted purchaser sites. The largest of these bunkers is populated by Israeli Occupation Forces located at geopolitically secure sites. They are brought to the field where an enemy gets assigned a highly probably projectile made in the USA. The mobile units are positioned near an apartheid fence/wall/barrier. Teams of death dealers may decide upon different methods of humiliation dealt to the Palestinians for 73 years and counting. One popular option is to aim at a single knee of a young freedom fighter at an apartheid barrier. Maim them young so that they live unfortunate existences. So far, this has not reduced the number of individuals marked for maiming. The US allocates $3.8 to keep the death-dance cadence. In Israel alone.
Being Volume IV of a multi-volume set of tomes assembled by apologists for American imperial ambitions in the latter decades of the 19th Century. I obtained this 415 page apology for US foreign relatios at a local discard sale for the price of $0.50. Hope you enjoy this book report.
I enjoy how the authors get branded at the subtitle level:
“BY THE MASTER HISTORIANS.”
Volume IV starts with the fictional sinking of the Maine, a plan to turn Havana into an American Naval station, it takes on the geopolitically significant islands of the Philipines, and ends with a justification for invading Hawaii and removing happy-go-lucky Hawaiians for their own good. Hawaii is described as being inhabited by lazy residents. They need to be rescued by means of well-armed American gunboats. Hawaii was to become a State in the same year that Alaska became State 49. Essentially, it is a tale of ambition that covers for the William McKinley administration that ended with McKinley’s assassination in 1901.
The United Fruit Company was actively promoting their brand in Central America, while simultaneously protected by US gunboats. Such extra-corporate activity gets viewed historically as “business as usual.”
To the question “have the natives been consulted?” Mr. James (one of the MASTER HISTORIANS) replies:
“No, but were the American Indians consulted inthe early days here, or the natives of Alaska in later times?”
The truth was available at the time, but only figures with the stature and popularity of Mark Twain could write about the activity of US gun boats protecting “national security interests” around the globe. The Monroe Doctrine is now interpreted as an honorable way to keep the American spirit alive, blast the interests of those governments we are so courteously protecting, and the doctrine of Pax Americana continues to be applied in the interest of national security and world peace. Our history books take the lead from “enlightened” authors who parrot the lies that keep the gun boats afloat.
Patriotic behavior is expected of every citizen of the US Empire, it has become the measure that seeks to equate critical thinking with a lack of appreciation for American values. Demonstrations are characterized as threats. BLM is viewed as a loose collection of radicals who threaten to disrupt peaceful adherence to the wishes of a law and order hegemony. Protest abroad get infiltrated by American goons, just to make certain that they know where the gunboats need to identify targets.
Full disclosure first — I am the green sheep in the family: one of “those vegans” who have the temerity to speak up for “others” — more similar to us than not — who have no voice in determining their own destiny. Today I focus on the multiple billions living in camps
By this time next year 70 billion will have lived from birth to death in one of those facilities. Factory friendly farms.
Well there must be a good reason then.
Many reasons, but each is specious, spurious and tawdry. We deny inalienable rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to “the others.” Is that ethical behavior? Do animals volunteer their own destruction?
Bill, they outnumber us 10 to 1. So it looks like we are the ones endangered here. Do you call that fair? Let us tell you something. life isn’t fair and freedom…
Musicians of a certain kind find their way into your heart, the most relatable head for your soul. Recently, I learned a bit more than the tune and accompanying lyrics. It feels like getting a tad too close to a flame that you didn’t know existed.
Both of these souls created extraordinary art in the 1970s, a personally most formative time for this author. So I shall recount to my dear readers what appeared behind the scenes.
Perhaps I should mention that two of the muscians considered here were brought to an end at their own hand, and both by hanging.
The groups of artists are Badfinger and Jefferson Starship. Allow me to inform you that I am a member of a certain kinship: survivors of suicide. We don’t know that we belong to a rather large segment of the population, we also do not ordinarily carry membership notices on our sleeves. Please know as well that membership does not expire. However, growth is possible and is always welcome
Celebrities do not need to declare an association with our kinship, they don’t have the luxury of remaining anonymous.
After Apple Records folded in 1973, Badfinger struggled with a host of legal, managerial and financial issues, leading Ham to commit suicide in 1975. Over the next three years, the surviving members struggled to rebuild their personal and professional lives against a backdrop of lawsuits, which tied up the songwriters’ royalty payments for years. Their subsequent albums floundered, as Molland and Evans alternated between cooperation and conflict in their attempts to revive and capitalise on the Badfinger legacy. In 1983, Evans also committed suicide.
With their current album suddenly withdrawn and their follow-up rejected, Badfinger spent the early months of 1975 trying to figure out how to proceed under the unclear legal situation. Their March 1975 salary cheques did not clear, and the April cheques never arrived. Panic set in, especially for Ham, who had recently bought a £30,000 house in Woking, Surrey, and whose girlfriend was expecting a child.
According to Jackson, the band tried to continue without Polley’s involvement by contacting booking agents and prospective managers throughout London, but they were routinely declined because of their restrictive contracts with Polley and impending legal actions. Ham reportedly tried on many occasions to contact Polley by telephone during the early months of 1975, but was never able to reach him.
Recently, I discovered that a rock group that abrubtly disappeard owned a backstory that I found among the comments on YouTube: the comprehensive chronicler of our days and ways. The commenters were nearly of one in regard to the disdain they felt for the manager who more than skimmed the group’s bank account, he drained nearly every penny into his private coffer and went on to live off the blood money until he quietly expired at age 81.
Desperate and overwhelmed, Pete Ham hung himself in April 1975, after a night of drinking with his long-time bandmate Tom Evans. He cited Badfinger’s manager by name in the suicide note: “I will not be allowed to love and trust everybody. This is better.” Then, “P.S. Stan Polley is a soulless bastard. I will take him with me.”
The next artist I consider here, Marty Balin, was brutalized (to be kind) by a US teams of medical criminals. I know of these kind of people because the serial criminals found brutish ways to mistreat someone who is likely familiar with readers of this blog: Lisa. You don’t know just how badly a medical professional can “treat” a patient until you witness their dark deeds first hand. There are multiple volumes that could be written on Lisa alone. I proceed.
Marty Balin was attacked at the very source of his genius, his voice. Marty walked into a hospital in basically good health, he left as were he multiply wounded by medical professionals as well. We live in a society that does not believe in stopping medical maltreatment whenever the criminals who make their way into the system wreak havoc and walk away clean.
The 2018 legal complaint accused the hospital and one of its specialists of negligently performing a tracheotomy on Balin following the heart surgery. That procedure caused him to lose half his tongue and suffer a paralysed vocal chord, the lawsuit claimed. Further negligence, it then said, resulted in a hand injury and the musician’s left thumb being amputated.
Please consider watching this very poignant review of “Hearts”, particularly if you are unfamiliar with Marty Balin.
The lawsuit stated: “Mr Balin walked into the hospital able to speak and with a fully functional left hand. By the time Mr Balin was finally released from the hospital, he had lost half his tongue, so that he cannot speak or eat properly; he also has a paralysed vocal cord; he [has] a necrotic left hand and has lost his left thumb; he had become totally disabled and has never recovered properly”.
I simply ask you to listen to fellow members of humanity who have become victims of high crimes and misdemeanors. Knowing something of what they met at the prime of their lives includes you as a witness to what should never havve occurred.
One of the most rewarding benefits of free-form sketching is creating fanciful characters who inhabit an alternate world inhabited by creatures of great diversity and lively behavior. Individual agents in an imagined society.
Sketching style is as individual as handwriting, I think that it is quite unique to the individual creator. Here are a few more depictions of my beings, curious sort of characters that no one has drawn before, yet they are all recognizable as the kind of folks and friends that might be found in a dreamscape. Hoping you enjoy the panoply of participants!
All there’s room to sketch upon the back of an envelope. I am calling it a self-referential study of the characters who seek to measure the confines of their world.
It’s about yay long…or is it about yeigh long?
I like to start a sketch by landing a squiggle, from that point it lets me know how to proceed by itself in some fashion. This one began with the eyes of the fellow to the right. Somehow, he became enclosed by a house-like thing that was too narrow. His hands burst through the wall in such a way that his left arm must be longer than the right. This led to another character who has her hand passing through the wall. There appear to be individual beings who make eye contact with various things in their proximity. The theme evolves from each pencil stroke.