Don’t Tread on These

 

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.

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Civic’s Vandals

The Vandals did not need any civic values to sack Rome to the bone. They needed simply to occupy the seat of government held by a ruler who had moved into the emperor’s residence. Upon the god emperor’s orders the unruly lot stormed the legislature to seek objects worth looting. Democracy in Rome had long succumbed to decadence when the place lost its honor and meaning. As empty in value and substance as the stuff offered by the barkers who follow the pulse of a populace amused by bread, circuses and blood.

Riding the wave

On the 6th day of January: 2021 of the Common Era, a sorry crew of patriots (to use their own nomenclature) arrived — dressed as expected and looking for some heads of state to roll. Such was their role. A fragile vessel as compromised as the floundering cargo craft presently gripped in the geography of ancient Egypt, the present-day subjects casting about while followed by a plague that may as well be orchestrated by locusts. The command of the empire is as mired in the muck and as deeply imbedded as the Evergreen, a gigantic vessel presently clotting the flow of modern industry, clogged at its aorta.

Odd that the clot is located just south of the Mediterranean Sea, the central water loosely held by the hapless descendants of the Roman Empire that surrounded those waters two millennia ago. Rule of law succumbs to law and order in the instant that a heart loses its pulse. Hollow traditions are not the stuff of solid governance and discipline. They are the vacant stares of the disaffected and the politician’s crave for power and glory.

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