Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

An Immodest Proposal (in progress)

We, as a society, wage wars on things we don't like. Druggies with moral deficiencies, Terrorists with violent oppressive voices, and so on. At least we're past the unwed mothers. "Fahreners" coming to take our jobs. Outsourcing is a good candidate for a war. There's always the sanctity of life and abortion, and all of our governments insertions of religious doctrine into law. So many poor young girls suffering and so many young men either abandoning the whole ugly mess or sticking around to "try and do the right thing" which by any mind that can handle the notion is purely subjective. All the while we destroy our planet. It's like a very slow paced "On the Beach" by Nevil Shute. Thousands of years before fat drunken geniuses of pen like Ben Franklin lived, fields of poppies were sewn and grown for the tonic they provide. Funny how flowers, and particularly poppies are associated with wars with guns, blood, shit, brains, and mud. Like when they grow again on top hell, put hades back down where it belongs all is back in order. Yet, through all our generations we haven't learned. Our leaders and all of us that follow their rhetoric, their speeches, their heartgripping ideas and visionary pointing to some fairytale future fall again and again into hell, and the kerberos have plenty to eat.

Dwight Towers: Well... how'd you recognize me?
Moira Davidson: I love Americans. They're so naive.

"When you see that trading is done, not by consent, but by compulsion - when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing - when you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors - when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don't protect you against them, but protect them against you - when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice - you may know that your society is doomed.
-- Ayn Rand
(1905-1982) Author
Source: Atlas Shrugged, Francisco's "Money Speech"

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