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Telling the History of the Twenty-First Century as it Really Is: A NEW CLOCK IS …
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Nov 25, 2007 9:31am
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http://lataan.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-clock-is-ticking-in-australia.html
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From the page: "This led to the several successive re-elections of Howard to gover"
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Nov 11, 2007 10:12pm
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The Malaysians turned out to be quite the progressive lot after all! I've always thought the people of the nations around the archipelago were so individualised in their concerns that they cared not for the functions of their government so long as their monetary needs were met. Shame on me. But I'm happy to be wrong.
If democracy was to provide based on real perception from the ground up, then it's fairly safe to say that Malaysia is on the road to greater social equality - should this progressive momentum continue. And if so, that can only mean progress and dignity restored for her people, answering not to business-before-all authorities but making with their own hands (along with alot of hard work), a country that will nourish their needs beyond commerce; in their culture and spirit.
When the more populous middle class get to express their will without hinderence, you can be sure that their neighbours' are going to feel the effect of policies enacted from that expression. Sheilding authorotarian oligarchy present or not!
A great popular movement will free you all as neocolonist subjects; handed down from the British Empire to today's globalized corporate empire. Sure, the new empire has provided, but will only do so if you comparmentalize your life wholly to their needs. More and more, any other aspect of your being that proves inefficeient to them must be let go.
Life for the majority involves working for your masters without question, scientifically measured to determine the best point in which you can be exploited without becoming actively dissident.
Entire populations are wrapped around a hollow existance of just working for work's sake, working for consumption's sake or working to keep from hunger.
People cannot live on such narrow definitions truly happily, truly satisfied. They will be compelled to act upon such stagnation in their lives - and be driven when they find their happiness and satisfaction given, when creating their own new world. When making problems right. And when providing justice.
The marching people of Burma and Malaysia have acted bravely. I salute them. May the trend spread on!
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Sep 3, 2007 4:07am
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Why Live?
Insofar much is present to keep me distracted from the decay of the world. The gleaming new pieces on the windows of stores do much to hold our attention, especially when combined with the promises of happiness, sex and power embedded in the pyschology of the product. Ironically, being drawn down into this belief pushes us ever further from being able to freely exercise the pursuit of such ideals for ourselves. We taste that which we bought and yearn for it to fit into our desires, which in turn were first molded by themetic campaigns cast by the producers themselves. What we truly yearn for is sidelined, the work we put in is diverted into waste by clever manipulation. Such is one of the most henious of robberies unto us; and yet the consistency at which it occurs! Astounding!
But what woman or man will beg tp question her or his own existance without articulated reasons and hope? As she and he moves through time and matter, will they find the propensity to act individually for the sake of establishing an alternate way of life? Perhaps, therein lies the problem; the individual against the collective might of the state and it's police and military. Surely in many ways this is suicide. For myself, the idea of divine protection is but a fantasy. May there actually be gods and spirits, I doubt that we would understand their nature, as already shown by our religions and it's feeble attempts to explain spirituality. The tragic result is one of misguided mobs and obedient slaves. And hence, to have reliance on something unknown must be but a product of fancy.
What then? How animal we are! To desire self-preservation over living. To seek comfort through conformity, and to forget and become ignprant, all so that we can adhere to the irrational notion that doing otherwise would lead us to upset society and become outcaste into the lonliness of rejection. Yet, none can diminish such powerful factors. It seems that upon the point where self-preservation becomes pointless to an individual, she or he is classed as insane. So then, will the insane be the ones that take action? And should they succeed, will they be the ones to inherit the Earth? Maybe when such people are free from factors that requre them to forgo their mortality for their ideals, they may actually be looked upon not firstly as insane but as brave, wise people. Why, after-all, would they want to go on living if people are treated as units or production and reproductivity in some flesh machine factory? And should they decide to continue living, why would they not focus their energies on transforming that very circumstance?
In my passivity and all the powerlessness that I feel, how I wished there were not but unthinking sheep that surrounded me. The more ignorant and faithful these sheep are, the more hopeless I feel. At times, I question if liberty at all was rightly limited from these folk. The fear that has stupified them and me must be lifted! But how?
Wish as I may for the day we all become more enlightened, I fear it may just be too far away. Insofar, there is much keeping us distracted from our heavy hearts. Many gleaming articles upon the stores' shelves can drown away our disappointments for awhile. And most of all, for every unjust event, there is a light but comically disarming response from perpetrators in which scrutinizers find their pursuals ignored by the sheep. They say that there is naught they can do anyway. Howbothersome such matters are anyway when one can indulge in the fantasy of achieving the promise of happiness, sex and power as promised by the media, religion and our own indoctrinated peers!
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Jun 21, 2007 9:33am
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The Twin Edges on a Blade
While staring and speaking demonish into the flame of a lit candle, the thoughts of how to psychically manipulate it into a greater rage flittered through my mind. Immediately, the rational side dismissed the idea with dry logic; my thoughts alone cannot affect physical reality directly. It was then I started to wonder when I had stopped believing in magic. I knew when. It was when god and jesus and all the other deities of all the other religions were dispelled as myth - exposed as just mere fiction. It all became muddled, faith became an illusion, firm beliefs were byproducts of ignorance, feelings were mostly nonsense and so, that special way I knew everything was going to turn out right had evaporated. I had stopped believing in anything I associated with magic.
I breathe in the wisps of smoke emitted by the waning flame of the candle. It's poor design, a shallow wick surrounded by a mire of wax that when liquid, would eventually drown the desperately dancing flame out. Breathing in smoke always does a strange thing to me. It made me acutely aware of how hungry I actually am. Lethargy did much to slow the coming hunger pangs for the past two days, but the smoke has brought it entirely to the present. Unlike more unfortunate souls, I've never really been hungry before. Food, unless prepared to the degree of gourmet, never was appreciated. Now, barley and potatoes and rice and semolina go down, but it ever kindles my yearning for a nice juicy steak. Was this a comfort of a lucky childhood? I question the luck part.
I think I've gotten myself stuck into wasting away mode. I am surrounded by limitless potential, like a sea of fuel upon which I can siphon from. This sea which raises everyday, and ever do I thread in its current with depleting vigor. Its toxic saturates me. Once I've been submerged in it far too long and swallowed some. Its nature is to turn all to depend on it, to have to consume it. But I wasn't ready for it and like a sickness, fought it as it controlled me. Get real? Stop fighting it? Snap out of my fantasy world? I don't understand what those questions mean. How can you only see the world as only your immediacy? We are drowned in something far more complex, yet you only appreciate the visible. You talk about god and morality only to blend in. You do not want to understand not because you fear the truth, but because it isn't in fashion. You fear only being unable to conform. You fear separation from the flock.
The flock does so well. They are so quickly absorbed into their systems and the routines. Then, once entrenched in it, they become so obnoxious of their faith in it, to the point where they proclaim it is the only facet of reality and the only worthy form of living. Other mysteries the flock encounters in this immense world are adapted to their fragmented philosophy, resulting in ludicrous interpretations of what purpose is and worse; when applied into the human context, the question of who is more worthy. We are all tied to this for no matter our deviation, we are related to the flock. The degree that it affects us however is asymmetrical to the degree it needs us. In this regard, the ones who cannot tap into the flock shall wither. Nurturance toward those has and will therefore always be a test of true humanity.
Shall I survive this state? When is it that I will be overcome by the wax that I cannot burn? I wane but am not extinguished yet. However, I see my finality very near if I continue in my said state. Will I still exists as myself if I assimilate to survive? Then there is the possibility of help. My dinner of wheat products is starting to boil and my candle has gone out. Onto staving off hunger then.
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Jun 21, 2007 5:10am
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