Waste Management

I am the human trash compactor. Every second, every minute, every day, I'm surrounded by other people's trash. The righteous picker upper of the empty fragments of thoughts, feelings and energies of equally empty souls who strive for mediocrity and suck in the same air as me. From the racists to the sexists; from the homophobes to the zealots and all manner of alleged life between. I'm their dumping ground. I see it. I smell it. I taste it. The garbage that you dispose of - your oaths, your hatreds, your stupidity. I've got it all. I collect it. Someday, I'll dispose of it. Meanwhile, I absorb it, consume it and dissolve into it. You'll never get anywhere with the way you are. You'll not change. You'll not learn. What you fail to recognize is that when you litter, I DO learn. Each and every day, another brick is laid in the fortress of my solitude. Higher and higher it builds - like the pile of waste behind it. Oh, I'll not rid myself of it. It'll remain there as a reminder of the sick, desperate, regressed species that you are. The creatures that I've risen above. To look upon the land around me from far enough away to be safe. To experience the things I've learned that it takes to succeed. To conquer. To win. To rid myself of the necessity of picking up after you. Of having to speak to you. With you. My world will be organized. I will not tolerate disrespect, thievery, or murder of innocent life. Human, plant, animal...whatever. I will not be held back by the junk in your collective trunks. I will rise above your insolence, your intolerance. You. You are the single cause RIGHT NOW of my discontent. Recognize it. Change it. Do something to prevent it. To alleviate it. Or, don't. Remain the bringer of anger. The symbol of the negative in my eyes. I don't care what you do. Best if you don't make eye contact - unless you can rise up and start changing. Someday, when I've swept away all the scraps, your carcass will remain. It'll make good fuel to light the eternal fire trail behind me. Then, I will sleep on pillows of bones forever. I'll start with yours.

Let's Talk About The Weather, Man...

The Weather Underground. Go rent it. Better yet, BUY IT. So that you can watch it over and over again. Learn about revolution. Learn about fighting fire with fire. Unfortunately, learn about how difficult it is to continue fighting the good fight. Learn about how sustaining a movement is inevitably subject to in-fighting, sexism, and "becoming that which you hate."

Gripping, really, this documentary. Knowing that "The Weather Underground" movement was around when I was born and being raised, keeps it in perspective. It shows that there was at least one small (in comparison) group of folks who were fed up enough with the government's policies of repression, genocide, supremicism and "democracy for those who are lucky enough to get it", to do something about it. To rise up and have the balls to fight back. To stand up.

What's unfortunate, is the way the folks in the movement simply disappeared and/or turned themselves in - and ultimately away from the movement. What they did was, quite frankly, within the parameters of the rules that the government had established - and the same parameters that the government ultimately decided that were only for those with "power."

While there are pockets of intelligence, pockets of movements in existence today, there's simply not enough. It's too bad. If more folks would simply be even non-violent, but extremely adamant about their distrust and disbelief in what our "democracy" feels is correct, we'd be better off. "The more things change, the mroe they stay the same." Our genocidal tendencies continue to this day. Take a look at the dead from Vietnam. The village massacres of innocent lives. Including children. If that doesn't make you sick enough, how about the realization that we continue to kill at will in Iraq TODAY. We've lost many of our own military workers there already. Do we really want this to continue? To eventually become another wasted quarter century of presence in a country in which we have no real reason to be? Especially to be, and attempting to force "americanized democracy" on a society which will never stop resisting? We're spinning our wheels, and we simply don't have enough folks here stateside that can see beyond the red, white and blue and/or their feet propped up in their easy chairs watching the biggest cartoon series today - the evening news.

Please. Rise up. Be counted. Let's talk about "the Weather".