War Pigs

Generals gathered in their masses

Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of deaths construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgement day comes, yeah!

Now in darkness, world stops turning
As the war machine keeps burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
All right now!

Tigers

My life reminds me very much of a parable, or koyan, i heard once. It starts with a man walking along a path when a tiger sees him and attacks. The man runs away and ends up at a cliff, which he quickly starts climbing down because the tiger is right behind him. As he gets about half way down the cliff, he notices that a tiger is also waiting beneath him. So the man is stuck, clinging desperately, with a tiger above and a tiger below, he sees that the only thing that is supporting him is a very small strawberry bush, which he is holding onto for dear life. It is then that he notices that a single strawberry is ripe and right in front of his face. He figures he might as well eat it, stuck as he is, only to discover it to be the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. That is how I feel living my life everyday. Every second is sacred, to be cherished as if it were the last. Even though we may often forget it in our sterile consumer society, but we are ever walking the razors edge. History stretches out like an endless warning, telling us how close we always are to oblivion. Nietzsche once said that man was the rope between animal and ubermensch (over being). He had no certainty that we would ever cross this precarious bridge, and falling into the abyss is always just one fuck up away. It is important to remember that loosing our way may not consist of being reduced hitting each other with sticks and eating rats to survive. It seems to me that fate would be preferable to the shallow, hallow and undeniably pointless existence that has come into vogue in the USA. Every day I get to live as a free, happy and loving human being in a land full of sleep walking workers and arrogant ego maniacs I feel as if I'm digging my heels in against the relentless push of nihilistic capitalism. The tigers may gnash their teeth and roar mightily, but I still enjoy the little strawberries that can be picked amid all the endless noise and stupendous sights of our new era.

Gas Mask

New Polish riot police gear

The New Year

God has a special providence for fools, drunks, and the United States of America.

-Otto von Bismark

So here we are in a new year, nothing but possibilities and potential. Many humans will be struggling this year, others will consume vast amounts. What is commonly called Globalization is more and more revealing itself as a most ingenious tool of tyranny. It is the carrot and the stick combined in one clever contraption. We wily whites have exported the drudgery that is necessitated by mass consumption to the darker portions of the human race. Millions of Asians are under the yoke of the never ending work week, the endless days of monotony and suffering that an industrialized world causes. Yet for them, not starving is a strong enough incentive to make them donate their lives to the cause of Caucasian consumerism. And what, pray tell, happens to those whom make it their duty to resist the onslaught? It gives our people the chance to once again impress the world with our penchant for organized violence and cruelty. For the past several hundred years Europeans have imposed their will upon the peoples of the world, or in some cases, simply exterminated them. This trend has yet to abate, despite the massive lip service paid to the humanitarian cause; which when measured against our inequities barely even registers (here is a graph that shows military spending). Eduardo Galeano had this to say about the process and it's largest supporters- "The big bankers of the world, who practise the terrorism of money, are more powerful than kings and field marshals, even more than the Pope of Rome himself. They never dirty their hands. They kill no-one: they limit themselves to applauding the show." The combination of greed, hate, blind obedience, and a culture that has always glorified violence makes us feel that we are in the right. That somehow our position is not only justified, but the work of our own superior civilization.