From: jpg3196@tahoma.UUCP (James P. Galasyn)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre,alt.activism,alt.individualism
Subject: A simple rant
Date: 21 Nov 89 18:59:00 GMT
Organization: The Boeing Co., BCA FSL, Seattle, WA

So we're speeding headlong into the eco-econocataclysm, business-as-usual,
corporations so big you scream "Fuck You" from the bottom of your lungs
and the echo from the top of the power pyramid comes back a year later
as a NOTICE OF DISHONOR OF CHECK form letter.  Or no echo returns at all,
and you try to scream again but the wet-thick coughs rack your chest (too
much NOx from the street) and you realize that the corporate death aliens 
are turning our air into a hydrocarbon copy of their smog-and-CO2
atmosphere;  "Boy Howdy!  You can sell those humans anything!  We've got
'em buying nuclear-waste fertilizer, we've got 'em buying mercury-loaded
meat by-products, we've got 'em buying FEAR as an entertainment industry...
We can sell them smog-making machines and ozone-wrecking machines, we sell
'em exotic cancers AND the expensive ineffective cures, we sell them 
brain-rotting guilt-programming on our favorite electronic drug:  TV!"
And the aliens LIKE television!  Sure it slows a human's alpha waves and
puts us in the hypnogogic state for hours on end;  sure, it turns our minds
into Play-Do for the mass-advertising jackals to shape into whatever
tractable sheeplike form pleases them.  BAA!  BAA!  "Read my lips:  No
new taxes!"  "This is your brain on drugs."  "GE brings good things to
life."  And the Earth is their Third World and they've spent the past three 
billion years mastering the Art of Vertical Integration AND our planet is 
their latest levered buyout...TV is GOOD for them, that raster cutting across
the phosphor puts them into disease-free ECSTASY while turning our
brains to pink MUSH.                      

So you eat some more paper because that's the only way your mind can find
its original shape, and you go into the woods, knowing that those trees
will only be there a few more years because the goddamn US Forest Service 
is selling all of the "National" forests to Mazda and Mitsubishi Bank...
and subsidizing the sales with your own "no new tax" money.  Yes, your
brain is on that hot skillet, sizzling, turning brown around the edges, and
you feel SANE for the first time in months.  Because you've been getting
more and more paranoid lately, haven't you?  You see a dumb horror flick
by a low-budget director while you're really baked and you realize it's
a fucking DOCUMENTARY, not just another teen slasher product, but a last-ditch
effort to wake people UP:  They Live, We Sleep, OBEY, CONSUME, NO THOUGHT.
You see an old friend and he has a poster that says "Paranoid?  Most of 
your fears are real."  And you really ARE paranoid, but if ever there was
a time for paranoia, it is now;  you watch Jollie Ollie North casually
explain to Sen. Inouye his plans to suspend the Constitution, as if
there even WERE a Constitution anymore, after the National Security Act.
But the A gives you wisdom and comfort:  YOU aren't going crazy, you're
JUSTIFIED in being paranoid because it isn't paranoia, it's being 
brutally REALISTIC.  Land of the Free, right, we live in McSuperPower and
who do you think sells this cheap plastic CRAP that TIME MAGAZINE calls 
"the American Dream?"   George Bush?  HA!  He is Pure Product, he IS chicken
McNuggets, he IS an expendable fuse through which the real powers dump
vast energies...the Trilaterals?  The Council on Foreign Relations?  
You don't even want to ASK about these guys, because they're the Big Boys,
the Grim Secret Men in Black, and just THINKING about them draws their
attention;  it's like yelling HASTUR or YOG-SOTHOTH out loud, or invoking
the Freedom of Information Act to see your FBI file, you just don't want
to do it, if they notice you you're finished.  

So there are pretty vortical tracers flowing off your fingers now and
you remember that death is an illusion and Mind is the fundamental
ordering principle of the Universe...obvious things that everybody
including you seems to forget...and the neon rainbow colors remind you of
that new Floyd bootleg CD you bought from Second Coming records, GEE!
How do they get all that DATA onto one spectrally chromish disk?  They can
store ENCYCLOPEDIAS on one of those things, and by GOD, the FBI must have
thousands of pages of surveillance info on EVERY SINGLE NETTER in North
America, all neatly stored and indexed, ready to be consulted when they
find it necessary to send YOU to one of the FERA camps...If you say,
"George Bush, ex-CIA director, was out of the loop" enough times maybe
they'll take pity and only use the thorazine;  if you say "Lee Harvey
Oswald, acting alone, murdered President Kennedy" they may even send
you to Tiger Island to join up with the Death Squad Elite.  You chant
over and over, "Lee Harvey Oswald, acting alone..." and maybe you can even 
convince yourself it's TRUE, but not while you're frying, because right
now you're NOT asleep, you see through the NSA even if they DO own over
half the Crays ever made, you see through the petty little treacheries
that are sold to the public every day:  Reagan and Khomeini, Bush and Noriega,
goddamn GE and NBC bringing good things to life at Hanford and Pinellas,
Exxon and the environment President, BP on the move, RJR and their 
sickeningly subliminal Smooth Character Penis Camel, the glorps at work
who don't MIND toxic waste as long as it's "disposed of" in some IBM-owned
Third-World country, and we BUY this shit.  

And above it all, you can HEAR the slack-sucking aliens laughing their
ASSES off, because this invasion was so damn easy it's pathetic.  "Gawd,
you can sell them ANYTHING!   Just last week we convinced them that 
a war on their own country will make them MORE FREE!  This 'Freedom'
product is the best scam since the $64,000 question!"   Yes, Earth is
the laughingstock of the galaxy, creatures in the Small Magellanic Cloud
tell human jokes:  "Hey Vornan-17, how many humans are buying Men-From-
Planet-X brand National Security at this very moment?"  "Dunno." 
"Three hundred million!  HAW HAW HAW!"  

So now you're peaking, and tears are rolling down your cheeks from the
relentless giggling.  It really is funny after all, this "Bob"cid is the
best fry you've had in years, at least the aliens haven't gotten their
tentacles on the vitamin A industry;  in fact they made it a felony
because it makes you HUMAN again, blows their Jack-in-the-Box raster-
scanned molasses lint out of your brain...it should be given away FREE on
every street corner.  

And a Forest Ranger, wearing the official Weyerhauser smile, puts a
.38 to your head and turns you off.


                  .                    "You don't have many suspects who
    DEATH       .  ..                	are innocent of a crime.  That's
              .     . .              	contradictory.  If a person is innocent
      .     .        .  .            	of a crime, then he is not a suspect."
    .  .. .           .   .   .      	                     - Edwin Meese III
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