July 18, 2007

Deep Fried Sacrifices

Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. You won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
***** General George Patton

"Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory."
***** General George Patton

"Many soldiers are led to faulty ideas of war by knowing too much about too little."
***** General George Patton

My mental faculties remained in suspended animation while I obeyed the orders of the higher-ups. This is typical with everyone in the military.
Major General Smedley Butler

War is a racket. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.
Major General Smedley Butler

"To the victor belong the spoils."
Senator William Marcy

"The papacy is ours. Let us enjoy it!"
Pope Leo X (Upon winning vote for Papacy)

And so it goes, you need "poor dumb bastards" to go and kill other "poor dumb bastards" so those who are not poor dumb bastards can collect spoils, booty and victory. Homer Simpson at this point would go "D'OH!", not enlightened but entranced, nay titillated by the spectacle of getting his brass ring around some guys war club. War is about making money, ie dough, and to make it you need "doughboys". Doughboys are poor dumb bastards who know too much about too little who obey zombie like with mental faculties in suspended animation.

Who then is the cook, the chef, the maker, and eater of this victory cake? Those who actually profit from the war...exactly as Pope Leo X said. No doughboy gets to eat the victory cake he gets a cheap plated medal and a lifetime of 'I wish I could forget' memories. The chef / eater however will have a full table, servants, lots of booty, skin and dough, super posh surroundings, and no bad memories, afterall he was way way way back of the action.

The doughboy, mindless servant that he is, acquires a taste for killing, and the chef acquires a taste for more dough, both become bottomless pits. Everyonce in awhile the doughboy awakes from the nightmare of all those killed, thinking it was only a dream, and arises to find a cup of joe to dispel the nightmare. The doughboy has the nightmare over and over and may feel hell to pay for what hes done, but as usual its off to find panacea. And what panacea could be more delightful that a doughnut? Stuffing stuffing stuffing in some more the doughboy eventually becomes what he eats. A little or not so little 'oil ball' appeases this Father Christmas like spirit, the chef of the arrangement, by being a good little boy or girl, or else epiphany turns to burning embers. This house of war, filled with eater and eaten, is strangely lit from on high by an oil, that lights so as not to enlighten, but to stupify. The chef eats the victory cake which in reality is donuts bowing down, down, down to a story that enchants the doughboys and ensures the chefs dough.

Would there be this warlike feast if the doughboys didnt serve the chef's desire for dough? Dont worry doughboy afterall its all in your head and that delightful morsel in your mouth doesn't exist. Has it always been we are feeding our children into the mouth of our unconquered selves, an idols answer? Such is the fertile riddle of a snake with its tail in its mouth! or is it a donut? In the end we decide what we swallow and never forget it is a magical world inspite of the DO-NUTS!

July 17, 2007

The Great D*ck Head in the Sky

DOH, We didnt know! Were sorry, please forgive us!

DOH, We didnt know! Were sorry, please forgive us!

"Child come here. Want a doughnut?"

We start out innocent enough...then what? We start out young and full of wonder, then an ill wind blows and we are changed.

July 13, 2007

The Boat of a Million Years

Look whats is left out of the HMS Bark Endeavour!

U are! but its not!

The what of the original Endeavour was to see the transit of Venus.

The where of the original Endeavour was "Terra Australis Incognita". Lest you think this adventure was about new worlds and exciting oppurtunities may I remind you that the means justify the ends!

Arriving at Terra Incognita the Endeavour ran into lots and lots of trouble.

Endeavour did make it back home after all the trouble (or did it) but El Capitan in the long run did not.

Its as if the Gods play with toys and like to sail ships on dimensional seas, but of course they're freemen, above the flood of petty cares. Rama is Seventh Captain of Vishnu's enterprise and as a Freeman can explore the nature of anything he wants to. Mutiny however would imply deposing the Captain!

Smell something fishy?

Is the stench before or after Rama overcomes Ravanna?

Bon Voyage!

July 10, 2007

Canary in the Coal Mine

Having not written for awhile...its time to do something, anything, merely to move the grease on the wheels.

So much has happened and is presently happening its hard to keep a handle on it. Sort of like the lady with the reins in her hand, riding, driving, cajoling the multi headed beast along. With the tail wagging the beast barking babble out like the bag-pipe motif in Bosch's "hell panel"....ones ears, inward and outward, can become jaded from the buzz of it all. You know what I mean!

One story that caught my eye in last weeks flurry was the death of Beverly Sills. A virtuoso of the highest kind. In her own words (in watching a PBS special) she came to view each role from the characters eyes. She embodied the character and came to discard anyones opinion "before, during or after" she played that character. Pure will. Pure artist. The living pulsation who has many faces.

One of her roles "Lucia di Lammermoor" had synchs worth mentioning...


She was also filled with wisdom having seen life from so many points of view...


This canary was no blow hard, considering her as "Americas Queen of Opera" is the fat lady about to sing?

"Chi mi frena tal momento?" = "What restrains me this moment?"

"Behold xxx crouches at the door and seeks to devour you but you must have mastery over it!"

"Behold I stand at the door knock!"

That which is real by its very being undoes upon its arrival, ie when it shows itself, all those things that are not real. "Nothing unreal exists. Nothing real can be threatened. Herein lies the peace of God." as the 'Course in Miracles' says in its repeat of Lord Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita.


When the door is opened what will xxx be? If its not you, you are not it. Is there anything other than the one thing, all one, alone and oh so joyous to be as such?
The singer of the Universe, oh so like our Canary, sings its song and kills each note perfectly. Oh to be killed by the singer! Sing me again and again and again!