Sunday, October 24, 2010

A poem from a man I lived with briefly

About me: my Rose this isn't about age but the feel of taste, the swell of the chorale ---obligato she liked my pirate flag, she was a pirate too she said, and as it snapped at the mast we took up the old bike horn and tambourine and honked a giddy march, laughing at money said she'd kick my ass in pool, though she didn't play; she said i was gay, a communist, a gay communist she asked a customer for our check once, recalled it as the dumbest thing she'd done when told she'd done it, her soft laugh a moisture of stuff boys told her, nuts in love the distortions of unhappiness! but with Rose no meanness, sometimes a tendency to romanticize revenge or get dark tattoos; she liked to close a hand upon the other hand and crack her knuckles with a sound like who cares Rose liked strong coffee to get going and made kava kava to sleep i always drove (she hated cars) i nearly hit a squirrel, and a bird, which i did hit, but couldn't tell her, not the way she yelled and pushed into her seat enough to put me off women half my age relying on you to take them places she wanted Fall of the Damned tattooed down her arm, but had no way to meet the artist, who would've had trouble with Bosch Irish Cherokee, wine-dark lips, sorrowing Slovac when my Rose lies down, opens and smiles and looks down herself at you she'd say yeah to move the river around my boat, becoming what you heard for days; she told me i was hard to know and had a teenager's libido which i whispered yeah to we weren't going anywhere, we didn't care, then I cared and in the mirror watched the bird try to fly off the road i'd find her, my lovely Rose, waiting for me on the road back to her family's farm, in her jeans and jacket, listening to her sad music on those little earbuds so nobody'd know she didn't like the crack across my windshield, why don't you get that fixed she said then would pull up the soft skirt she sometimes wore and reach over in traffic, arousing the men in my horse lying in wait outside the gate, ready for the myths of famous dates © Copyright 2011

Sunday, October 10, 2010

1984 & Drug Crazy=War on Drugs

Mike Gray's "Drug Crazy" and George Orwell's 1984 bring up interesting points. Drug Cray was published in 1998, before the Patriot Act.

Whoap, here is the facts, mixed between the two books. Also, for required reading for the political genere:

1.) SHOCK DOCTRINE: NAOMI KLEIN
2.) EMPIRE OF ILLUSION: CHRISTOPHER HEDGES
3.) CONFESSIONS OF AN ECONOMIC HIT MAN: JOHN PERKINS
4.) AGAINST LOVE: LAURA KIPNIS
5.) 13 BANKERS: SIMON JOHNSON
6.) THE BIG SHORT: MICHAEL LEWIS
7.) SAYING YES: JACOB SULLUM

-The problem with most people and their dreams is that they are so desperate in their struggles to have what they do not have, they never ask why they want what they do not own. Or what repercussions will be faced in achieving the goal. They are so consumed with the struggle that they don't have the luxury of thoroughly analyzing their options. That's an elusive quest for some aches so much that they don't see what it means in the broad scheme of things. The struggle itself is all they see.

-Enforcement of reality, and the regulation of free thought function to, and opposing of oppressed people.

-CIA is the Inner Party.

-Constantly reconstruct reality for the purpose of ignorance works in institutions to create a power relation where the masses are manipulated and controlled.

The institution for the creation of the 18th Amendment of the United States Constitution was the cause of wasted tax dollars and illusion of the drug war. Like Oceania in 1984, our country is held hostage by the oppression of a fabricated war. A war that can corrupt your children, pose a threat to your very health, and spread like a plague, “The Drug User as [a] Vampire” (page 186) across America unless we take a stand. The stand is a surrender of our tax dollars to fight a war that the CIA participates in creating, the ultimate catch 22.

The book “Drug Crazy” by Mike Gray is unique in that it does not only list the banes of the history of the war on drugs. Gray also offers a solution to the problem this hoax of a war created in America. Legalize drugs. When drugs become against the law than the law creates outlaws. This way those who partake in the recreational use of drugs seventy million Americans (page 186) are not in direct violation of the law.

“America must open its eyes and recognize that human nature cannot be changed by legal enactment”. (page 67).

Also on (186) Grey makes a parallel with Nazi Germany in the U.S.A.: “You could confiscate….property without due process, put [users of drugs] in concentration camps, and conduct medical experiments on them against their will.” Much like the goings on in Guantanamo Bay.

The War on Drugs is facilitated by the CIA. “By the end of the Bush administration total cocaine output in the Andes had increased 15 percent.” (page 117). Drug Kingpin “Manuel Noriega had been on the CIA payroll throughout his brutal career. When Noriega was indicated in the United States for turning Panama into a free-trade zone for drugs, Bush was hard-pressed to explain the photos of himself and Noriega chatting it up in Panama at a time when Bush had to have known the general was up to his ears in the cocaine trade.”(page 112). During this exact time Bush was in his 1988 campaign (page 112).

Like 1984 people rat each other out in this war on drugs. (Page 110) Gray notes that “a 1990 study of pregnant drug users found that a black woman was ten times more likely to be reported to the authorities than a white woman.” One might conclude that the war on drugs is a race war more than a drug war. “The drug war…evolved into a race war. (page 110). [When] Ronald Reagan left office, the prison population had not only doubled in size, it had changed complexion.” Like the days following the end of slavery, prisoners became the slaves, offering free work as penance for their sins.

Before Reagan there was Nixon, who also used the War on Drugs as a political platform. “Nixon had appointed a Republican drug hawk, former Pennsylvania governor Ray Shafer, to head the commission, and his job was to create a scientific foundation for the administration’s hard line on marijuana. But after months of digging, the facts overwhelmed the folk talks and the Shafer Commission reversed engines: ‘Marihuana use, in and of itself, is neither causative of, nor directly associated with crime…’ Nixon buried the report.” (page 97).

George Herbert Walker Bush promised to be hard on drug abuse in the US. “But Bush not only failed to stem the tide, he was accused of consorting with the enemy. When the Senate’s Iran-contra investigators ripped the sheet off covert operations in central America, they discovered that the CIA had known for some time about contra drug trafficking. They also found evidence of a coke-for-guns cover-up.” (page 111). Our government, the CIA’s inner party, has been dumping drugs in the ghettos of the county in exchange for weapons to bully other countries with a wealth of natural resources. Drug Crazy was printed in 1998, before the current war in Iraq and Afghanistan, and before the departments erected in the USA after the September 11 attack on the World Trade Centers. If one follows the Presidential campaign of the then major of the city of New York, Rudy Giuliani, one would find a plethora of bogus departments and spy laws waiting to be passed as a promise of Presidential action. In a somber feminine voice a ‘orange coated curfew’ can be heard as a warning in airports everywhere, a function of Homeland Security. Homeland Security, as Wikipedia states, “is an umbrella term for security efforts to protect the United States against terrorist activity.” We are warned that we must give up a bit of our freedom in order for protection to be effective. After all, we have nothing to hide if we are not doing anything wrong and Big Brother is watching us. The syntax of the name “O’Brien” in 1984 is “Sorrow” in Celtic. Indeed he is intelligent but ruthless.