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Tax Cuts of, for & by the Rich

Tax Cuts Social Engineering by the Rich for the Rich

Are GOP Trump tax cuts consciously or subconsciously engineered for the rich to increase their wealth and power?

 

Are GOP Trump tax cuts consciously or subconsciously engineered to keep the lower classes down?

Mortgage deduction cuts make home ownership (which since the last economy crash has left many unable to own their home) even harder.

Student loan interest deduction cuts make higher education more costly, when it is out of reach for many without these loans.

Medical deduction cuts when medical costs and copays are increasing and making health care unaffordable for the middle and lower classes, will lead to poor health and inferior proficiency and reduced potential for those affected.

Corporate tax rate cuts without closing loop holes will allow even more corporate giants to pay little or no taxes.

If you want a competitive environment for our corporations stop signing trade agreements with governments that violate the human rights of their people.

And cut government expenses by ending government corruption in your own camp as well as others.

 

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The Dude or the Tiger

pss note: The wisecrackers are caricatures of Buddhist Masters (teachers) and Boddisatvas (their students). Zombie is slang for people whose love and compassion are sleeping and according to wisecracker’ philosophy need only to be awakened.

The Dude or the Tiger

From The Lovesong of Billy the Kid [In this chapter Kid’s true love, wife to be, tries to convince her patriarch that she should be free to marry Billy the Kid.]

The Dude or the Tiger

[Queen returns to the ranch house to find her patriarch sitting on the front porch watching the setting sun. He too has been meditating– his thoughts are of saving the ranch from the robber barons who have taken over almost all of the smaller ranches by abusing their money and power. His only hope is his wanton friend Dollar Bill whose family has decided he should marry Queen and their two families should merge business interest. Queen dismounts from Pegasus who runs freely until he is called by Queen. She sits on the porch swing at a 90 degree angle from her patriarch’s rocker]

Patriarch: You are my only hope, if you do not marry Dollar Bill we will lose the ranch, our home.

Queen: Marry? You mean become one of his zombies, like the spaced out sycophants he employs.
I love Will. He and I have an equal partnership. You would ask me to give up a good relationship and my freedom for material wealth.

Patriarch: What of our livelihood. Your sisters would be left destitute if I were to lose the ranch. Dollar Bill will take care of your every need. The kid is an outlaw, he will get you killed.

Queen: When the government is corrupt you find the honest man among the outlaws and Will is outlaw to unjust, corrupt law and a man of justice. My sisters are spoiled brats. You turn them into needy, helpless, subservient women, then make them my responsibility. They would be better off at the Flytrap than enslaved in a gilded cage. Many less privileged, orphaned and widowed ladies end up there, even choose that way of life, rather than marry and play zombie wife to some uncaring brute who abuses them.

Patriarch: The Flytrap! Your sarcasm is unwelcome. What do you know of a place like that anyway?

Queen: Grandmother and I go to town meetings there, it is the seat of resistance. We stay for transcendent sex classes taught by Venus, one of grandmother’s fellow wisecrackers.

Patriarch: The Flytrap? Transcendent sex?

Queen: Yes, the entrance hall or center hall is for town meetings and a parlor at night where the ladies greet and get to know the guests and pair off. To the left is the transcendental wing of the wisecrackers where the ladies learn and teach all forms of Transcendental Meditation, then teach transcendental sex to their clients at night when they are open for business. The right wing is Aphrodisia’s wing where they give pleasure and pain. The clients decide for themselves which lady and which wing. The rich ones including Dollar Bill, I am told, choose pleasure and pain.
Venus thinks Dollar Bill’s a pervert, but Aphrodisia’s not saying. Venus says all the closet perverts go right wing. The poor, hopeless cowpokes more and more are choosing left and transcendence and finding their lives improved and enriched. Many with opium addiction find that it relieves the symptoms of withdrawal and they can enjoy life again and feel pleasure without the drug, appreciating the natural pleasures of life, instead of drugs and liquor and loss of control, and systematicly changing their painful negative ways.

Patriarch: [Only half listening.] You don’t seriously think this is a place for your sisters.

Queen: There is danger to you and my sisters, both to your psyche, being constantly exposed to an inhumane society, and your physical being if you passively accept the oligarchy’s greedy, corrupt takeover of Rainbow Town–when they run people out of business by sabotaging their operations, they rustle small ranchers cattle, cut off, dam the small farmers water access, set fire to the general store, then buy their victims out for practically nothing, then raise prices and cut wages. Anger is mounting and the resistance grows. The new rich they may have the power now but their days are numbered.

Patriarch: There is no proof that big money’s government is corrupt and responsible for all the trouble we are having. It is more an elite group of robber barons.

Queen: Inequality grows! Big money and their bought and paid for government live the sweet life while those without power have less and less. Suffering, seeing their children suffer, people grow angry and rebellious.

Patriarch: People are more afraid than angry. These rich people are powerful with weapons that will squash any resistance.

Queen: Precisely, their obsession with weapons is another reason to resist. The sages warn this obsession with inventing weaponry to oppress the revolutionaries, even possibly, likely peaceful resistance, could lead to explosives so powerful as to destroy entire cities in one blast– releasing toxins that could kill all intelligent life in the area, and wind and water would carry these toxins around the world. War with these weapons could kill all sentient life on Earth These politicians, this oligarchy, they are insatiable for wealth and power and cannot control themselves. It is up to those who have the wisecracker knowledge to resist them and control them, and heal their minds if possible. To educate the people who are afraid, so they will understand what’s really going on and thereby cure their fears. And I have joined this resistance. Those who have been most hurt, the damaged, the destitute are already heading for the hills to live like guerillas and plan their own sabotage operations. If you merge with Dollar Bill, become one of them, they could come after you too. You will become their enemy.

Patriarch: I don’t think the resistance has a chance. Anyway Dollar Bill is not one of them. He is a maverick. You have your connections with dissent and can offer them an alternative, as Dollar Bill’s wife. He says he will meet all his responsibilities as your husband and will protect you.

Queen: With Will I have a loving relationship. [resolute] Your friendship with Dollar Bill and your cavalier nature blinds you to the facts. He loves his sweet life he does not love me. He thinks I will be an asset because of my humanitarian reputation. He thinks my nature persuasive and he can use me to seduce others into his schemes, his connivances. He makes promises he knows he can’t keep. He cannot protect me because he is addicted to power and wealth, which makes him just another zombie, no matter how high up he ranks. He is just another mind controlled zombie of the cold, emotionless, unconscionable overlords, the anonymous controllers, powers that be. Whatever they are, who they are, so shadowy no one knows, but a cacophony of negative emotion resonates ubiquitous among them. Maybe they’re mind controlling banshee demons from beyond the Sun. Hell I don’t know.

Patriarch: Blasphemy! Are you suggesting capitalism is an unconscious tool of the devil?

Queen: Not capitalism, greedy capitalism. Their greed has turned them into zombies thoughtlessly feeding on the disenfranchised to fill their constant cravings. And not the devil, but some sick, unconscious force.

Patriarch: Like little green men from Mars who look deep into your eyes, sending piercing painful cosmic rays dominating you to their will.

Queen: Well if your gonna get ridiculous, why not cosmic cowboy mariachi time travelers from the future in lime green suits and cat-eye shaped glasses with opaque green lenses, so they can surreptitiously see into your head, read and direct your mind, but you can’t even see their invading eyes.

Patriarch: Where do your prophesied “evil doers” come from. Seriously!

Queen: Well, seriously, maybe the zombies are possessed by ghosts of those who have died and cannot relinquish their attachments to the material world, cannot stop physical cravings, cannot let go of earthly pleasures, so cannot move on, the moribund refusing to die…, or maybe the zombies are telepathic controlled human beings, of weak character, who were brought up wrong, too much discipline or not enough, or too many material things and not enough spiritual understanding who are not strong enough to fight off the unconscious, or maybe something innate inside their minds has gone haywire making their physical needs insatiable. Whatever it is, I think it can be cured or at least prevented as everyone is not susceptible.

Patriarch: Then as Dollar Bill’s wife you can influence him change him, you have the strength of character to reform him, such a powerful man. What a contribution to society that would be.

Queen: Buddha himself couldn’t do that. Dollar Bill’s deranged, does not want to change, thinks himself perfect. He is caught up in his own liars reality which he never steps out of, does not, cannot look at objectively. His friends are his business associates, his home just another place of business.
When I’m in their presence I feel an overall pressure, like oppressive heat, but not heat, pressure like a headache but all over and inside, its mental and physical, but more like being forced against a wall. I can’t think clearly, lose my perspacacity. Alone, a prisoner in this environment I could not affect change. I would have no home, no sanctuary, no place to maintain peace of mind Outnumbered I could lose control even go crazy.

The wisecrackers speak of those with good intentions, but without the training or strength of discipline, who are put in impossible situations or situations before they are ready, who lose control of their minds and actions and must wait out the loss-of-control karma, their voice not their own, their actions not their own, their consciousness forced into the background as their life passes before them, no control until they are rescued or die a prisoner to some unknown fate. Or, I might develop alternative, delusional personalities to escape my desultory predicament.
Or become disconnected from true reality. A person forced into an environment completely counter to their moral and religious beliefs may split with reality, their psyche creating a illusory thick glass jar encasing their whole self, a false defensive protection blurring and softly filtering their perception.
Or sneak off to the opium dens to hide and relieve the pressure from constantly being around these oppressive robber barons.
Or become so diffident it effects my health, then take laudenum the doctors prescribe or drink the smooth hard liquor Dollar Bill and the rich drink to fill the emptiness of my soul, like the need some have to fill their bottomless guts, or a sweet tooth.

Patriarch: Smoke that crazy weed that grows wild the peasants smoke is more your style. You’re pulling my leg! There’s not a woman I know wouldn’t want to marry Dollar Bill.

Queen: Not a woman with a brain that would!

Patriarch: Just don’t lose your head completely, run off with the Kid become a killer like him and dispense your own justice.

Queen: Nonviolence is part of my moral and religious persuasion, engrained within my true self. I will not turn to violence except in self defense. And Will has only killed in self defense, contrary to what the oligarchy would have you believe. Whereas the robber barons commissioned the murder of John Tunbill and countless others and big money government has been complicit or at least has stood passively by and done nothing.

Please, Please, Please listen! What I’m trying to make you understand is, if you join them you may save the ranch, but at what expense to your soul and your world. You step into the negative spiral of the misguided, self absorbed rich, zombiedumb, that condemns us all to ultimate destruction.

Plus what you ask of me is impossible. I can teach during the day to those who want to learn but must have sanctuary at night for prayers, meditation and studies if I am to be a whole liberated person and protect my consciousness from the predatory zombie controllers. The revolution is coming and already many have joined and have chosen the path to liberation I must follow, it is my calling.

Patriarch: This is our home, the home our ancestors worked to leave us, worked so hard to leave us. You would throw all that away.
Queen: Instead you would throw me to the rapacious zombies, sacrifice me like chattel in order to save the ranch. For this you and my sisters would be rich but like zombies, your psyches under unconscious control. How long will my sisters keep control of their own minds, if they do not learn to use them, if they do not find purpose in life. They are already mesmerized by the prospects of Dollar Bill’s wealth and dreaming of short-lived physical pleasures with no thought of psychic or spiritual fulfillment. You give them whatever they want and they just want more. They are never satisfied, have no peace of mind. I must marry Dollar Bill so you can keep the ranch and your cavalier lifestyle, have money and social standing, so my sisters will marry well, serve their husbands and families, and prosper financially, but I say all people need relevance. Associating with these dominatrix privateers will starve your souls and you will cease contributing to society and contribute instead to the destruction of Rainbow Town and our beautiful planet. For this you wish me to live in the house of Dollar Bill, among these zombies to the voodoo economics of decadent, self-serving egotistical capitalists.

Patriarch: You exaggerate their decadence. If you would just let yourself indulge a little and not worry so much about others and the future. Let us men take care of business as has always been.

Queen: Incompetent, irrational men who have been brought up to think they are superior and can do no wrong. Who act solely for personal gain and not for public good. Not gentle men and women, like within the wisecrackers, scholars and philosophers who observe the facts then think long and hard, and meditate on what’s best for all before they act, then test their conclusions in reality before they proceed.

Patriarch: But it was your family, within this traditional male society, aiming to get ahead, named you Queen, and with their wealth sent you to the best schools, dance and horseback riding classes, gave you anything and everything, a beautiful home, good food, that made you the elegant, intelligent lady you are, so that you would marry a king and take the family to new heights.

Queen: New financial heights you mean. Making the dollar the bottom line will doom the planet and future generations. We are at a crossroads–the selfish road to zombiedumb or the compassionate road to utopía.

Give me a say in my life on what is important for my family and our world. Of course I am grateful for all my family has done for me, but I am not meant to be a money Queen. It is my calling to be a wisecracker and help to bring total awareness and peace of mind to the world. Seeking only financial product is counter to that goal. What you call a king today is a leader in industry, who builds his empire by oppressing the disenfranchised, the powerless, causing them to suffer and do without what they need, so his bloodline can live decadent lifestyles. This is the opposite of what needs to be.

Patriarch: This is how men get ahead today. Your ideas will land you in the poor house.

Queen: No! Ideas, imagination, creativity will save Rainbow Town and eventually the world. Oppression, inequality and injustice are what cause conflict among people and will lead to forever wars, never ending wars. War that will lead to total destruction of all sentient life on earth.

Patriarch: Your family has taken care of you now it is your turn to take care of them. You must think of your family legacy, our home, our land, all that has been passed down to us.

Queen: That is what has been passed down to you! My family legacy is to be like grandmother, to be a wisecracker and walk the path of liberation with a sense of humor. This is what I think is best for all. To allow a husband or anyone to dictate my actions, to control me like a zombie — turn me into a drugged-minded zombie, would be wrong. My mind is my greatest asset and by using my mind I can help my family. I cannot give into your demands. I will not allow my psyche to be enslaved. [Here there is a change in Queen’s tone, she has tried to reason with Patriarch unsuccessfully and now is becoming exasperated.] What you ask is selfish, it is a sick mind, like the new rich, that would be so obsessed with material wealth that you would condemn another to such a fate. You have begun to think like Dollar Bill and his cronies that you wish to make your family a part of. You’re possessed with insane ideas, delusions to excuse your own deficiencies. I realize you have been put in a crucible situation, as you inherited the responsibility of the ranch, but instead of maintaining your strength of character, you think you have to compromise your principles and are starting to embark on the path of the mindless zombie, who without conscience heads straight toward obsessive, insatiable goals like prey, not quests of inner fulfillment. Please wake up come to your senses. I know you. We’ve grown up together. You’re not one of their zombies. Try to understand, if you join them you save the ranch, at the expense to your psyche and your world, you step into the negative spiral of the misguided, self-absorbed rich, and condemn your family to ultimate destruction.
If you could please just hold out a little longer, all the wisecrackers, the elderly wisecrackers meditate on the elegant solution, with compassion finding a solution, finding an altruistic answer that is best for all concerned. Please just give us a little more time.

Patriarch: [angry, defending his ego] It is you who do not understand. I am the Patriarch of this family. You are a woman in my guardianship and I know what is best. No religion is more powerful than the government, and as a woman you do not have religious freedom, or any freedom. You ARE like chattel, my chattel and I have been lenient with you and this is the thanks I get.

Queen: As I have explained, No matter if I were to do what you say it would end in disaster as it is not within my character. You leave me no choice but to run away with Will. .
Patriarch: The kid is a wanted man, wanted dead or alive. He is dead already, just a matter of time. If you run away with him you will be killed too. As your patriarch I can legally detain you or have you returned should you try to run away.

Queen: You cannot watch me all the time. I will get away. Rather than lose my soul I would kill myself. I will throw myself into Tiger Canyon.

Patriarch: You’re going to throw yourself into Tiger Canyon, get mauled and eaten by the resident tiger, rather than marry a rich, handsome man.

Queen: There’s no resident tiger, it’s just the wind roaring. There are no tigers on this continent.

Patriarch: I don’t think that you will throw yourself into tiger canyon to be bounced among the rock ledges and splattered all over its floor. You will marry Dollar Bill as you are told. [He stands up, stomps off, heads toward the barn, saddles his horse and rides away in a fury.]

Queen: [yells out after him] Zombie!

[Grandmother walks out on to the front porch.]

[Queen distraught, head down, looks up at her.]

Grandmother: When men are taught all their lives they are superior, even those with spiritual upbringing, can start to believe it. The elegant solution unfolds in spite of him. His false sense of superiority will backfire and bring the support of a true friend uniquely capable to the situation.

Queen: I wish I had your sense of prescience. It is with desperation that I proceed with the plan, but I am resolute and without fear of any consequences, only fear their control of my mind, my thoughts, my actions. They’re so powerful. Desperation. They could turn me into one of their zombies. So desperate the fear of death subsidies. Even if I fail, death is preferable to zombiedumb.

[Grandmother sits in the rocker and gently rocks. Queen, feeling the peace of mind of her grandmother, puts a pillow against the arm of the swing, raises her legs to lay down and relax. Grandmother pushes Queen in the swing occasionally as they both breathe the pure fresh air and gaze out on the beauty of the night.]

More to come…

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NADA IN THE CHAMBER

Nada in the Chamber

[Zombie Cowboy struts following his bulging penis pointing out like an arrow into the local saloon. Like a cartoon bull on his hind legs in gigolo-pimp cowboy duds, he strikes a pornographic pose as he stalls at the swinging doors to stalk the room. He’s a wannabe  bounty hunter, zombie to voodoo economics of greedy capitalism, a puppet of the corrupt plutocracy   that incites violence to enforce      it’s will, expand its empire and feed its constant cravings.  He snorts like a bull, his phallus like a divining rod points toward the poker table where he charges toward insatiable fulfillment and muscles his way into the poker game to the surprise of the other players.   Across the table sits Billy the Kid, incognito to the strange intruder. Around the table Kid’s gang and friendly locals look to Kid questioningly. Kid looks up surprised like he didn’t hear Zombie Cowboy’s obnoxious entrance.]

Kid: Where did you come from   Zombie Cowboy: New York.  [Everyone laughs but a clueless Zombie Cowboy.]

Kid: Well, that makes six. Ominous! [Grabs a new deck, shuffles, deals. The first hand everyone’s feeling high and lucky, all but one player holds his high cards and discards the low ones –that player is Billy the Kid, who takes the pot with a 2-7 heart flush. And though other players settle down after a while and begin to play more strategically, the game pretty much goes like that, in Kid’s favor, for the rest of the night. You see Kid plays poker like you or I ambulate or pour a cup of coffee, or other motor skill, without conscious thought. He knows what cards to hold and throw away subconsciously. Perhaps it’s cosmic sense, like he was tuned in to some other dimension, or maybe he uses a part of his brain not commonly accessed by other homo sapiens– evolution? Perhaps unconsciously in the back of his mind he’s just playing the odds? But it was because of this subconscious ability he won almost every hand, many with some very humble cards.  No one ever suggested he was cheating.]

Zombie Cowboy   Any of you know where I can find Billy the Kid?

Kid: What you want him for?   Zombie Cowboy: [Thinking the town will be happy to rid themselves of the Kid.] Planning to kill him collect the bounty.

Marx Marin: So you’re after the money, solely profit motivated like the plutocracy.

Zombie Cowboy: What’s plutocracy?

Marx Marin: That’s all the wealthy people control government, politics, what dictates civilized society. Enforce the law harshly for poor folk  but consider themselves above the law.

Josh: Folks around here say Kid’s a hero, never shot a man but for justice or self-defense.

Zombie Cowboy: Law says he shot a sheriff Brady and a deputy.

[The cards continue to fall, each hand Kid holds without thought the cards that will match up with what he draws to take the pot again and again, losing the hand only when deprived of the winning cards, not due to vision or expertise.]

Josh: We rode with the kid at John Tunstall’s ranch, decent businessman and rancher, unlike Lawrence Murphy and James Dolan, corrupt, establishment ranchers and businessmen, who didn’t like Tunstall’s democratic, share the wealth ideas or want anyone threatening their monopoly and their inflated bottom line.  Sheriff Brady works for them, bought and paid for, by them.  First they sent him to run Tunstall off his own land, then when Tunstall was on his way to the governor to seek redress, they murdered him–Sheriff Brady and his posse rode right up to him and shot him dead. Tunstall was unarmed. Kid was just dispensing justice, when he killed Sheriff Brady, even had a warrant from the local justice of the peace.  A gunfight ensued. Brady and the deputy were among the casualties.  Politics around here are fickle and inherently corrupt. Anyone tries to clean them up gets run off, bought off, or murdered.

Marx Marin: When Mexico was in power it was the same. All over the world governments are corrupt.   Dong Chong: Often the intrinsic nature of those who seek to rule      is one of compulsion to dominate,   then once they become rich, get addicted to all the accoutrements of wealth, no force is too perverted in order to stay in power and keep this sweet life.

Marx Marin: Of course there are exceptions, and when people bring these honest, dedicated leaders to power we see improvement.

Dong Chong:  But the deviant personalities have the energy of maniacs and surreptitiously mesmerize people and lure them away, especially effective if they distract them with promises of a wealthy payday.

Marx Marin: If people let down their guard they get caught up in the wealthy despots deceptive promises and lies or if the people become lazy or afraid to get involved, the honest leaders are forced out of power, quickly any gains are lost to the obsessive cravings of the plutocrats. We must stay alert and continue to support leaders who represent all the people equally–understanding all societies needs and interactions–   leaders with compassionate vision.

Josh: To live in a compassionate world, you must be compassionate.

Marx Marin: But one compassionate leader, even a small group of well meaning leaders, needs the power of the people behind them, to keep the momentum toward liberty, justice, and equality.  To realize the utopian potential of intelligent life on Earth.

Zombie Cowboy:  Its bounty hunting are inching out a living as some poor cowhand, cold ground for a bed, rock for a pillow, farting beans and corn, if you’re lucky, or maybe just tortillas and constipation. Only women you can get you got to pay for.

Shane: That’s what we are saying, Tunstall paid good wages,   provided housing, meat, fresh vegetables, beans and tortillas,  treated his hands like friends and    equals. Established powers are conditioned to hold on to their money and make more money without consideration for others.   Not saying they shouldn’t make a profit, but these legal crooks are making a killing, and you can take that both ways. They are not trying to create a community that can grow and flourish and provide a better life for everyone.

Dong Chong:  And as for the ladies   the Mexican Nationals, Mescaleros, small ranchers and farmers all have dances with musicians, food and drink and beautiful women   who can dance and sing. Here you can meet the lady you want to spend the rest of your life with.

The wife you seduce to marry you   with money and the things money can buy will be covetous of anyone who has more and will nag you   her whole life through. Your children will emulate her and become addicted to your materialistic gifts. Neither will love you for who you are.

[In the background you hear a raucous honky tonk piano, then the female voice of Venus Flytrap]   Venus Flytrap: Here I stand  the goddess of desire, set men on fire… Dong Chong:  ssshh, quiet Cleavon and Venus are rehearsing the new Lili Von Shtopp work protest song. [in the background more wild honky tonk piano]

Venus singing: Who can satisfy their lustful habits, I’m not a rabbit, I need a rest. I’m tired.

Zombie Cowboy:  Let’s play cards! [music fades out]  What is she singing about anyway,  what kind of work makes you a rabbit, doesn’t make sense? [around the table there is a domino effect rolling of the eyes]

Dong Chong: [chuckles] She’s the madam at the Flytrap, next door,  the house of the evening which substitutes as a town hall during the day.

Zombie Cowboy: And who’s that crazy piano player, her protecting pimp?

Dong Chong: That’s Cleavon, owner of this saloon, whose beer you’re drinking, Both Cleavon and Venus are contributing members of our community, always ready to help someone in need, honest and fair business people, not like the shady law you’re wanting to kill Billy the Kid for.

Marx Marin: And the women around here can protect themselves, especially those at the Flytrap. I’ve been teaching them the art of Tai chi, and the ladies have really taken to it. It’s an ancient Chinese art of self-defense whereby you reflect the force leveraged against you, rather than absorb it, sending it back to your offender. Doesn’t require a lot of weight behind it. Good for the ladies.

Dong Chong: As if they need it. They lead those robber barons around by their dicks, seduce them to their will.

Marx Marin: Their dicks and their big heads, overconfidence, that’s where they’re weak. Women exploit their dicks and wannabe sycophants like gunslinging cowboy here, play up to their arrogance, always the admiring subordinate, but what you wannabes don’t know is, they’re exclusionary. They will never let you into their elite society unless you become indoctrinated into their opinion-based persuasion of irrational practices– philosophy evoked to condone their predatory actions, not well thought out governing technique or social engineering based on fact and history. Figuratively speaking, you will be a zombie of a plutocratic voodoo economy feeding on those without a voice in their government of the wealthy.

Dong Chong: You will lose your autonomy. In a possessed mental state you will no longer think independently, but be overpowered by their subterfuge diffused into your mind by their deceptive verbiage. Your principles and your diverse group of friends and associates that once made you the individual you are, will be lost to you. You will essentially be a zombie, surrounded by zombies.

Shane: Like the voodoo overlord mesmerizes his zombies, you will be totally dazed, like you’ve been stoned in the head, led around like a zombie, without the perspicacity to question.

Marx Marin: They will always control you, always act your superior. It’s a hierarchy. You’re a pawn for the law. The law answers to the politicians and the robber barons. The robber barons and politicians are controlled by the richest of the rich–predatory bankers, mind controlling publishers promoting their on agenda, owners of the railroads, plantations, the gold and silver mines, who get richer off slave labor, shyster speculators with all the inside information, some so shadowy no one knows their names. And nobody knows what ethereal, cursed malfeasants compel their crazy schemes.

[Venus, playing the coquette, comes up behind Dong Chong puts her arms around him], speaking to Chong and Marx in a sexy voice, deliberately teasing double entendre]

Venus Flytrap: When you two get tired pontificating with these pokers, come next door and practice pedagogy with us. Would love your input. [Using her left thumb and index finger, making an O, and inserting her right index finger into the O. Misunderstanding the pun and the word pedagogy, all the young jaws around the poker table drop with envy, except Kid, who sees no reason to correct their misconceptions. He remembers just yesterday sitting with his lady and his townfolk, adults and children of all shapes and sizes and sentient beings of all kinds (even some cowpokes) lounge around the room, soaking up all the wise words and teachings of the Wisecrackers, multicultural philosophers who have integrated the knowledge of their ancestors, with their own ideas and reflections, into a cohesive and highly functional technique for altruistic living. Brilliant teachers who have seen reality with all its peaks and valleys and still retained a sense of humor. Wisecrackers Dong Chong and Marx Marin sitting on the floor in the middle of it all, facing each other discussing the interdependence of all things and how not understanding this cause and effect phenomena can lead to negativity that can destroy your mental and physical health. Dong has said many times. “Allow yourself to evolve. Let every experience create a truer you.” That you need NOT be a slave consciously or subconsciously controlled by dark forces. “You are your own master, which is a blessing. But also a responsibility  in that you have the capacity   through analytic meditation to grow to feel compassion instead of negative emotion toward sentient beings in problematic situations.”

Dong teaches and debates with Marx this analytic meditation of ancient Chinese philosophy and Buddhism. Once you learn the technique, they say to share this with others, over time creating a compassionate civilization and preventing violent conflict. Marx further explains the political interactions and adds, you must also understand and expose the deceptive practices of the wealthy plutocrats now in control, who like parasites, have convinced their host, the people, that their way is necessary for society’s existence and to maintain our economy and democracy. These established despots insist you must enslave, kill and take from others to live the good life. When people let these parasites get in their heads and control them, eventually they adopt their parasitic doctrine as their own, not realizing they are no longer the one in control of their own brain. They have become one of plutocracy’s zombies rapaciously feeding off fellow sentient beings. Is this gun toting intruder already one of their zombies or can he be awakened? A feeling of desperation washes over Kid, which he consciously replaces with determinism and acceptance. He thinks of his lady, he and his lady, so content and peaceful, wanting to continue living in this progressive community, listening to the Wisecrackers , looking for the elegant solution, and snaps out of his reverie.]

Kid: My lady can dance on the wind.  Apache grandmother taught her all the ancient ways, their dances and philosophy. You should see her dancing in the sun.   She says she clears her mind of all sensory thoughts, sees and feels her movements with her mind’s eye.  Spinning backwards in a wide swirling skirt, she leaps but you would swear the wind lifts her, and then she leans against it, she’s horizontal, suspended, then stretching reaches with her right leg and falls lightly touching the ground. Like a cat mostly weighted on her legs, back arched, fingertips barely touching the ground, she tucks her head and somersaults to her feet, raises her arms open to the sun, absorbing its warmth,   then she brings her arms and hands down in prayer posture (says she’s praying for the elegant solution) and bows to the sun.  Next she lowers to one  knee and pounds the ground with her fist,   shouting no arranged marriage  to Dollar Bill.  Dollar Bill’s a robber baron, her patriarch has promised her in marriage. but she wants me,   a cowhand.  She’s too intelligent to fall for his selfish promises and lies Zombie Cowboy: [incredulous] Intelligent women? Like those temperance gals won’t do as they’re told.

Kid: Smart, independent, let you be independent. Plus my lady can dance on the wind.  Her Apache grandmother has taught her all the ancient dances, music and philosophies of the Wisecrackers —   studies battle strategy, not just military but verbal debate. She can wake people up to the facts, prevent violent conflict, deals with the dark forces that    surreptitiously control the  plutocracy, their greedy nature that’s passed down from generation to generation, their addictions that keep them drooling for more and more, which means less and less for the rest of us.   Says this is repressive leadership   which history has proved only leads to revolution, violent revolution. This is not the way to a stable peaceful community and a prosperous future for all. For that you must share the wealth. Plutocrats are exclusionary, will never let an individual who thinks for himself into their exclusive club. You are expendable, someone they use, abuse, sacrifice to perpetuate their illusions of grandeur.

Dong Chong: You could say delusions of grandeur, some of them actually have themselves    fooled.

Marx Marin   They’re zombie imperialist feeding on the disenfranchised,  They don’t want peace, they get richer off war…   murdering, pillaging, taking the property of their victims. If you work for them, you contribute to the downfall of the democracy.

Zombie Cowboy   I’m just looking out for myself, times are hard   choices are few.

Marx Marin: You look healthy and   well fed, why so impetuous? You’re not looking far enough into the future. They create conflict between the people to divide us.   They knowingly send you to your death. They trick you with promises of a piece of their action   to get you to kill a good man who is in their way or to force a good man to kill you in order to prove their lies about his character and perpetuate their rumors.  Face reality, the only way for you to succeed is to join with others plagued by this corrupt government. All genders, races,  ethnicities and cultures, benefit by   sharing our knowledge and ways to survive, working together, united  in our individualism.

Josh:  Plus you’ll never kill Billy the Kid. You’re just a wannabe gunfighter, Kid can outsmart you,   out shoot you, out maneuver you,   if you’re looking out for yourself   get smart, lose the foolish bravado,      be a part of the peoples’ world, wake up to compassionate consciousness!

Dong Chong: Consider cause and effect. You plan to kill Billy the Kid, cause- for the $500 bounty and fame, a totally selfish and compassionless act, effect- if you succeed would bring you immediate gratification, but contribute to your future downfall both personal and worldly, personal because you would become the target for up and coming wannabe gunfighter stars and wordly disastrous because Kid is an active member of the resistance to the plutocracy, and his death would severely set the people’s revolution back. Or you will get yourself killed.

Josh: Yea, cause and effect  how you plan to do it anyway, gun fight, bushwack, shooting in the back  …  so you take your options.

If you want fame, to get written about in the gunfighter books,  straight, face to face shoot out is your best option.

Shane:  You’ll never beat Kid in a gunfight, he uses ten bullets to every one the other cowhands use. He practices all the time.

Zombie Cowboy: I’ve been practicing too.

Kid: Let me see you draw.

[Zombie Cowboy stands and draws on Kid.] Not too bad, what about your aim and your equipment, even the best guns must be maintained.   [Kid takes out his gun to demonstrate how smoothly the barrel turns and demonstrates all functioning parts.]  Take a look.   [Slides gun across the table to Zombie Cowboy, who pulls out both his guns and lays them on the table for Kid to see. They each examine the others’ guns.

It is common in these days for novice gun users to keep the firing   chamber of the six-shooter empty, as there is no safety to prevent   accidental firing and Kid may be   motivated at this point to protect everyone including Zombie Cowboy from the obvious   inexperience and carelessness of this strange intruder. Surreptitiously Kid removes the first bullet in each of Zombie Cowboy’s guns.]

Kid:  Excellent hardware, maybe should be worn in more to work  smoother.

Shane: I don’t think you have a chance against the Kid.   [The whole table agrees.]

Kid: Maybe ambush.You got a rifle, know how to use it.

Zombie Cowboy: I know how to shoot a rifle.

Shane: Man, you can forget that, The kid has a six sense. Knows when someone is tuning in on him.  When you ride with him you see his strong mental presence. It’s like he communes with his surroundings. He says it’s like hearing a continuous musical note, tells us to stay back, then rides straight toward the bushwackers, but taunts his pursuers, stops just out of range, with good shelter, The thugs get anxious, fire out of range. Kid flies off his horse, lands like a cat and rolls behind a boulder. It’s an amazing sight to see. Some will move forward while others fire to cover. But Kid he’s patient, then quick when he knows they finally fired all their bullets.  When they go to reload, he picks them off one by one. He’s so fast seems like he’s in   two, three, four places at once, and then they’re all down.

Zombie Cowboy:  I ain’t no dummy! Why you trying to scare me?

Marx Marin: Disbelieve at your own peril.

Zombie Cowboy   I’ll take my chances. Are y’all going to tell me   where this Kid is are not?

Kid: I’m the one they call Billy the Kid.

[Zombie Cowboy stands to draw   but before his gun clears his       holster Kid is standing, has his gun pointed straight at him.

Zombie Cowboy drops his gun back in his holster raises both arms with elbows bent, palms forward and backs away shaking his head from side to side.]

Kid: This is my home, where my lady and I want to live in peace. I don’t want to kill you. I don’t want to harm anyone. I want that all sentient beings should know compassion and work together for a better world, but if you force me, I will kill you in self-defense. [He turns and walks toward the exit but as he reaches the swinging doors   Kid hears a click. Zombie Cowboy has fired to shoot him in the back   but his firing chamber is empty. Leaving a trail like a tornado Kid turns faster than the eye can see,   and before Zombie Cowboy can fire again, he shoots.]

Marx Marin: [Looking down at the dead Zombie Cowboy, shaking his head, in low, sad mumble] Some people just don’t listen.

[Kid turns slowly and walks out the door.]

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Climate Summit: Can Beauty Tame the Beast?

Climate Summit: Can Beauty Tame the Beast?.

November 23. 2013

At the climate summit in Warsaw, Poland this week the plutocracy showed its total loss of affect by anyone’s needs other than their own greedy, addictive-like cravings. Though the cost of reducing, repairing and preparing for climate change would be less than continuing to pollute, wealthy governments support the polluters.

Developing renewable energy, which is more labor intensive than fossil fuels, would benefit the economy as well as reduce pollution. It would not monetarily benefit those in power who have investment in the current system of energy production. The military industrial complex, too, would lose if instead of climate change disasters destabilizing governments, we improved conditions and brought peace and prosperity to developing countries, no longer needing the expensive technological war apparatus in which they have invested.

So when confronted by developing nations most threatened by climate change, the beast exposed itself when it coldly said no to reparations for damage it had caused and even backtracked on commitments it had made previously to reduce future environmental devastation.

This beast of power and money is frightening, but we are 7 billion strong. A grassroots movement of the people–humane people who respect everyone’s right to life and recognize the need to maintain the ecology of the planet, who know that world peace, even utopia can be achieved through understanding and sharing–a coming together of the people, like the beauty we saw in Warsaw this week (only much bigger) is needed to tame this beast.

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US PLUTOCRATS PUSH SLICK TRADE DEAL

US PLUTOCRATS PUSH SLICK TRADE DEAL.

Ideally free trade can lead to healthy competition, but all parties involved must respect human rights and the environment, in order for all to benefit. Previous US free trade agreements have not respected human rights or the environment, and many countries are dropping out of trade agreements with US because of this disrespect. So the US negotiates new trade agreements and attempts (probably with the help of NSA surveillance), an even slicker deal.

One of these, the Transpacific Partnership (TPP) is now being written behind closed doors. The US and 11 Asian and Latin American countries supervised by 600 campaign-contributing corporation representatives are hashing out the details. If quid pro quo, bribery, and blackmail are involved we won’t know, because the people and the press are not allowed even to observe, much less have input.

Some of the odious policies the US is pushing will:
1) give corporations the right to sue for compensation when they are required to respect human rights and the environment,
2) increase medical costs for everyone, making millions unable to afford life-saving medicines,
3) endanger access to information, technology, and knowledge,
4) criminalize minor download infractions, such as single downloads between friends, and
turn internet service providers (ISPs) into cops acting without due process.

In the 1960s radio stations would play newly-released albums in total, which you could record on a 25 cent tape, if you didn’t have the $1.99 for the superior vinyl copy. But the new rich are like addicts who cannot control their cravings, will never get enough, and if we do not stand up to them, they will suck US dry.

The arts, like nutritious food, clean water, shelter and a safe, unpolluted environment, fair and equitable wages, health care, education and knowledge, justice and liberty are essential in building a strong, healthy, creative society. To have this society, we must replace or rehabilitate the sick part of our government and get back to representing all the people. If we don’t, they will turn US into zombie-drones who do as we’re told, or throw US in jail if we don’t. Our society, our experiment in democracy will fail. Eventually the plutocrats will defeat themselves, but not before crippling the citizens of a democracy too complacent to participate.

Fight the POWER!

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Bugged By NSA

IMAG0038-1-1Edward Snowden’s NSA’s leaks have exposed a ubiquitous surveillance system, which, though billed to defeat terrorism, has contributed to its escalation, by making more enemies. Our leadership has put fear in the minds of its citizens in order to steal the power to push their authoritarian agenda, and in so doing, have put the rest of the world in fear of US, out-of-control, macho reactionism.

Money and minds that could have been used for urgently needed humane and earth-saving purposes, have been wasted storing haystacks of digital communications, then looking for the elusive needle, instead of targeting obvious threats in the first place. All the while they’re violating innocent people’s privacy and leaving sensitive information vulnerable to abuse. Abuse from within and without, From within, the civil rights of activists and free press have been violated. Politicians and governments have been eavesdropped on for unnecessary and unknown reasons, possibly blackmail. Business and technological secrets have been stolen.

And now this has been exposed do our leaders check themselves and correct their mistakes? No, they lie, and blame it on the messenger, as USual.

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WikiLeak’s MEDIASTAN

Watched a broken, low-sound, can’t-read-subtitles, smartphone, way-out-in.the-hills versión of MEDIASTAN last night, so I won’t quote any details.

The documentary demonstrated how media worldwide, through intimidation, licit and illicit, has succumbed to the force of the powerful, and in varying degrees, failed to report the truth to the people. This, of course, is very worrisome, and should be a call to action for all sentient beings.

To me and at this time, open internet seems our last bastion of hope, and I plead with everyone to do what they can to keep it open, as it is constantly under attack by the plutocracy. Through this medium, no matter how totalitarian governments get, guerilla journalism can continue to report the truth.

En la espiritu de Che and with peace and compassion we must unveil the illusion these insane patriarchs perpetuate.