DNC vileness (DNC dirty tricks 2)

[[ WARNING!!! : unvarnished feelings ahead!!! Unsuitable for those under 11 years of age!!! ]]

I have been negative on Hillary for a long time. But not in the extreme. I suppose I was neutral (or even positive?) when she was Secretary of state and senator. Before she declared her intention to carry forth neocon politics, oligarchy, dynasty, etc to a presidential term or two. Make no mistake. It is only on ‘soft’ social issues, such as gay rights, that they perceive to have minimal impact on the ‘hard’ power gradients, that she panders, disingenuously, progressive.. But in the last week or two, NPR has started airing the occasional (maybe 2 a week New ones) clip of Hillary Clinton on the stump. Her words and manner of speech, I find personally offensive and revolting. In this, I am perhaps in a small minority, having read several books and audio recordings as a you,g man that were explicitly devastating on the history and practice of using the violent, aggressive, denigrating, assaultive, etc characteristics of the ‘dominator’ personality/culture that has reigned since before writing was invented (some archaeological remnants of prior cultures, such as tassili plateau petroglyphs and the remains of catal huyuk city and environs remains remain) (and other clues less explicit) .. I resent being beaten with a verbal stick. Most of it is in the manner of speaking, although the content that has been aired has also been despicable (though only mildly; nationalist, partyist, in-group bullshit). But I found myself more profoundly enraged by the anti-fertility-control nazi young lady they had on for an extended chat from yesterday a few minutes ago. Her tone was even and agreeable, but her insistence on vile and despicable anti-logical dogmas made me want to … Do something like spit on her or worse, although I never would do such a thing. Well.. The ‘iron lady’ pitch put Margaret Thatcher in power for like a decade or more, I don’t know the exact count (she took ‘elocution’ lessons before her first election to change her ‘girly’ previous tones to a deep, booming, ‘more manlike’, endless series of implicit threats). .. Such is the stock in trade of most stripes of authoritarian personas, I guess? Those who are director ranked pawns rather than pawn ranked legislators anyway. All pawns of the evil idea viruses infecting their lives and psyches. Meanwhile, my most searched post (admittedly tiny volume) recently is ‘DNC Dirty Tricks’ asking people to sign some petition that invoked the DNC (wasserman-schultz and the rest) shut out of the Bernie campaign out of the 50 state voter registry during a key period in the weeks before the first primaries and caucuses.. The post is 2015 tho I didn’t check its precise date. Otoh I strongly believe that if trump does not launch apocalyptic wars, he will otherwise completely Fuck everything up. But in spite of all his bigotry, excess privilege, lack of personal insight, and various other fatal bullshit, he publicly comes across as far more likeable than hrc. So. Shall I vote green, libertarian, no presidential vote, or hrc? I shall see I suppose. But even if i vote for her, I hate her guts. Sanders supporters have known for endless months that the dnc was working to destroy his campaign. .. And Fuck these idiots who say ‘well he wasn’t a Democrat. Of course the party didn’t want him’ .. If that had any validity there would be a probation period between party registry and being able to vote or run. Anyone may become a Democrat at any time. They just have to fill out the paperwork. ., if you want to work to continually thwart your base and those who want to sign up and vote, perhaps it is YOU who need to find a different motherfucking party. All this said, I still find more wisdom in anarchism than TV politics. But I vote too.

The Perfection of the Paperclip

Bloodied unlike the rest

Encumbered by drifting feelings of malaise and fatigue

Starry jewels and diminished ends

Pieces of flittering debris rain down atomic

The blast over ocean settling on peaks of Mauna Kea

Halogen species grow psychedelic fur

No weather unchained loses us our most prized crops

A battle, a revolt, a protest

A sliding gate, terminus of my caring

πŸ’«πŸ‘ŠπŸ„βš‘ noble gas, spills out, suffocation

Rededicate, hang on wires, close the door, stop the bleeding

πŸ’£πŸ€„πŸ‘£ sloppy mathematics .. Fix your nations

Virulent spread of thoughts, humanity fails to thrive

Night.

Dawn.

Morning glories –

And magic practice,

Yet,

The outer world tumbles on unheeding, knowing never where it’s going, nor where it hails from

One can only hope! Γ— !$=tCO2+tCH4

Bulldozers, ever advance

Slash and burn and pillage

Breed and breed and breed

A traditional practice, had been – to leave the infirm aged out for the hyenas . .

Wary of future collapse,

Unwary of the next corner

Trumpists … A note of despairing

Clintonistas … A failure of progress

Smash the state?

@ πŸ’€πŸ’₯πŸ‘ŠπŸœπŸœπŸœπŸœβš‘β³γ€½ &

Millstone…

The perfection of the paperclip πŸ“ŽπŸ”“ unbolt. .

. . . hexavalent charms

Gumdrop insanity

Closes in the walls around you

Brickbats and booleans

Crump and bumble

Our tastes take us beyond questions and into interludes of posterity’s crazings along neocortex of Gaia

Alert! No stability becomes a sinkhole . .

Exheunt! Pions and crayons, forget never the basal ganglia :

To wit: one ring to rule them all

To wit: neural networks of 7 layers linked

To wit: the virx bird of fractal emergent formal systems

To replicate: a synonym of harmless vices

All crew stick to the orange ley lines

Bring in one amongst its enemies, yet softly, softly, wait and bide

Alkaloids and triterpenoids, hydroxypropene and knight to j.9.3Γ·

In one space, blattering rain

In the other ear, notes of cigarette paper

Out of the eyes, gaze of Cupid

Out of the mind, hexavalent charms!

Magic Star Time, 2

Looney Toons is in arrears

Faith does not save me, yet nor does doubt

A balance of body, a balance of mind

The creeping exhaustion, ever ready to pop in

Holy Mother, in whom we live, move and have our being…

Guide me and strengthen my focus and will

Lift me from my dissolution

Help me lift myself

Stretch my limits, and become other than waste

Let me see the best choices in seeking my fortunes and independence

Lift delusions from my mind and see me complete…

Vines grow by the end of the garden

Captured mouse marks kitty’s 2nd kill

Let us not ruin our precious Earth

Violence bestrows it and technology ever growing

Shift our minds to paths of preservation and peace

Let it not be so that we care so little for future

In peace, rise again, Father Star

Let it be the first day of enduring healing

Let it be said…

In grace and thanks…

Fight for justice…

Go if you must stay if you will,

Thanks and farewell

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Stomach crying its emptiness

Head unpleasant too

Both becoming lessened by seconds

Time ticks on and the device shifts

Phenibut is amazing for dreams

None the last 3+ months

This is something else entirely

But should you wish to hack and crack the sleep of the powerful

Consider phenibut, and aniracetam (but do not brinf large doses of p to a sudden stop)

In the panpsychism and pantheism

In the splittikins and remergings of event/reality spaces and groups

In the limited options of OTCs, herbals, alcohols, tobaccos, . . .

And now feeling entirely better again, after the brief lie down . . .

And a bit of psychedelic verse

Yet shifting…

This brief descent into the verbal and textual plane

Drops me back to sobriety, even while it stopped pain

New protocol, 4, 3, 2, 3. .. (4left)  separated

And yet still too hot for a stroll,

But cigarette and drink, palatable again

The loveliness of evening

Hypnosis of goals, not yet, perhaps later

Shifting feelings untoward and unclaimed

Forget critics and bask in pleasance and joy

Lose not self, nor compromise

Stretch beer with splashes of herb tea and juice and ice

Consider the passionflower and St John’s wort of the field

They do not spin, neither do they toil . . .

Applications against alcohol notwithstanding

Vapid ramblings of unbound mind

Flows pain me to think, but I prefer the mindless

Candle Burns holding sacred space, incense streams, as Sacred Dove sits in witness

Hypnosis of goal finding, lies and excuses to boot; lift me up, make me something to sell

A prayer is thus said, a choice is thus tAken, false self-obsessed friends abandon, those who remain, we know . .

No lovers, lo these many years, a time of growth, expelling demons, gaining boundaries and assertions and the strength of ‘No’

No, I am not what is spoken by that one, no you may not show up at 545am drunk and expect welcome anymore, no I do not need your mathematically looped prejudices and complications, no I don’t want to listen to your chained series of chimerical delusions, nor Your repetitive blogs about how aweful all the others are

No.

In time two saints know, that in their virtue they had lost all vitality and significance

In time they see they awoke too late, the world has already spliced their bloodless pronouncements into its social, technical, and legal D/RNA

In time the march of the fascists, in time the march of the imperious judging mind

Divide not into worthy and unworthy, respect difference, seek to understand and be understood

Yea, all life is sacred, yea, all people are granted basic respect . .

Admiration of The Star, Exaltation of the Ace, the 8 of Cups . .

Departing in disgust

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