Why Are You Telling Me?

Maybe I’m missing something. But for the life of me, I can’t figure this out. I read and I read and I watch and I watch. Everyone wants to tell me how the world is going to hell. Everyone wants to tell me why. The environment is threatened by corporations, the police are racist thugs with guns, Amazon doesn’t give their workers pee breaks, the Gaza strip is an open-air prison. Wall street is plundering the wealth of our country and the IMF is raping the wealth of the rest of the world. All governments of the world’s countries are corrupt. There is starvation when there is food. There is greed where there is need. And you are telling ME. You are telling me as if I’m directly responsible. We had a response to this type of misdirected blame when I was a kid: “It’s your world…I’m just living in it”. I think that is apropos at this juncture in history as well.
The alternative press…indeed the entirety of citizen journalism is as effectual as a long drink of water. It isn’t getting anything done save to inform people that there are problems in the world. As if people didn’t realize that. “But they are pinpointing who is responsible”, you might well add. Uh-huh. Well that’s the first step to changing things. Not. Not unless you also have their home addresses.

Never in the history of this sad planet have so many bitched about so much. And it all amounts to nothing. It isn’t changing a damned thing. I have yet to hear “Storm the Castle”. “Lynch the bastards!”. 
We all know who is responsible for the nightmare that is the human condition. But as Mark Twain once observed about the weather…no one DOES anything about it. We all know what NEEDS to be done. And yet we play the ‘peaceful protest’ game made up by the very people that stand to benefit from such an innocuous solution. And we are left with only the idiots that burn down Little Caesars. That’ll show em.

“But things are just not that simple…there are various solutions to various problems”, you say. I have always been what is known as a ‘hammer-mechanic’. If you can’t get it done with a hammer…use a bigger one. 
Of course I could get into a lot of trouble calling for revolution here. But, fuck it. I’m tired of everyone telling everyone else what is wrong. They are telling the wrong people. You tell Lloyd Blankfein about the misery he has caused in the world, just before you tighten the noose around his neck. You tell Rupert Murdoch about the millions he has wronged minutes before you throw him out a 30-story window. You inform Bibi Netanyahu that he is a racist murdering pig the instant that you toss him unarmed into a crowd of Palestinian prisoners. These people deserve no more justice than this.
“But what about the rule of law?” you might well ask. Did you vote for a law that allows corporations to attain the rights of the individual? Did you vote for the Patriot act?
Did you vote to make israhell a state withing Palestine? No? Well, who did all these things without your consent?

I could go on forever(and have for years here)about what the roots of our problems are and it won’t change anything. A child can see how to begin to fix the inequities of this planet. But it takes a politically correct

adult to avoid addressing the problems effectively. And it ain’t about carrying placards or suing some company or other. It ain’t about voting for yet another charming greedy bastard. You know this. And yet you pee your knickers every time you think about doing the right thing. Putting your foot down. Getting a spine.  
So, yes, I am calling for the revolution to begin. Don’t let them convince you that anarchy isn’t what you need to order off the menu. It cannot be any worse than this antiquated hierarchy that we live in today.
Again, you know this. But you are afraid. You admire ‘V’ for blowing up Parliment to the tune of the 1812 overture and slashing the throats of the elite rulers. And yet you pause at such rash solutions yourself. “It makes us no different from them to sink to that level”, I hear you saying. Yeah? And? What you call out in all your bitching has a logical conclusion. Revolution is revolution. It isn’t watching jewtube videos about what we SHOULD be doing in the face of annihilation of our species by a few. You string them up. I don’t know how I can say that any more clearly. “V” isn’t going to do it for you. Jesus isn’t going to do it for you. Mohammad, or Kim Kardashian aren’t going to fight your battles.

I haven’t written much here of late. This is the reason. I’m sick of all the bitching from people that don’t want to sacrifice anything for a better world. 
When you get a group together with torches and pitchforks…give me a call.
And stop telling me about it all unless you are ready to stop it.

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14 thoughts on “Why Are You Telling Me?

  1. Yessir!

    Full agreement.

    I live in a bubble, but like my city, last time that I checked, the police do live nearby. Why for FUCK SAKE do these people accept such treatment??

  2. Hey Tim,

    As a follow up to my 'Amen' comment above and after having had a day to think the article over a bit. These same thoughts have plagued me for years. In my youth, I railed against the very same issues and causes to the point of exhaustion. And finally after becoming exhausted banging my head against the wall trying to get people to hear the message and see the causes and solutions, I finally gave up. There seem to be no end to those that agree yet very few who get the vision that I had many years ago of being in my front yard raking leaves and a military style deuce and a half rolls by. In the back are these regular guys and all are armed in some fashion. I yell at them, “Where ya'll headed?” One answers back that they are going to _____ to _____. (Blanks intentionally left empty) I shout back, “Hang on! I throw down my rake and go into the house to get some tools to aid us in our task.
    I realize now that that truck is never coming around. I do know however that if that truck could roll by it would be filled with men of an age similar to mine. I have no confidence that some young fella is going to show up and lead the way simply because anyone half my age cannot lead because they have no clue what they would be leading to. Again, because they have no idea what they've already lost.
    To make this a bit shorter Tim, it is going to take a disconnected set of events performed by older men and women who aren't afraid of incarceration and interrogation. It will take people who believe through experience that all truly is lost and when you've lost your freedom you really have nothing left to lose. (Thanks Kris)
    Godspeed Tim.

    (captcha; qdi tmquest) Interesting.

    Strawman

  3. I have been learning about the 'fronts' & the shadows & the shadow of the shadow since 2001. Going through the shocks and awe of the truth. But I've been scratching my head this past year wondering 'what now?' How to get moving, where to start? Where's Fidel Castro & Che Guevara? I don't think we in the US know how to revolution! That's what.

  4. Damn! Most excellent.
    I think there's lots of us old farts on the same page here.

    Doesn't matter if there's “more than our short time here”. We're still here, and what are you/we gonna do? This is the gig, and it's showtime! Are we gonna kick ass/throw down with some soul?

  5. We have been gifted with a rallying cry, and you know these words had to have been uttered with extreme spasms and wheezed out one by one…

    I CAN'T BREATHE

    Any one of us can hear this through our mental loudspeakers and it hurts so bad.

  6. Am at the same juncture. Asking my friends “What now?”, literally minutes before I stumbled upon your post…

    Have done as much as possible w/o violence, for I know precisely what that will auger. No longer pay income taxes, have pulled support and consent from “government” with the exception of local… and them grudgingly.

    Congress won't do it. The courts won't do it. So called “LEO's” won't do it.

    If one cigarette butt can start a forest fire, imagine what a million toarches can do.

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