The New Red Scare and that Old Pink Menace

Posted by Matthew Crouch at 12:38

I don't mind that you share my Blogette's or the diary of my psychosis - in fact it's there to be read/red...
Commie Red...
Read.
And Read.
I read a book like the color before yellow and green on a traffic light.
Or Read.
As in I read a lot of books. Like the reeds that grow in and alongside ponds.
How is it (not ca va, ok) that there is no way in the language of Shakespeare to differentiate this from that, read/read. Red Reed.
Like the reeds that grows in and alongside ponds.
The Wetlands that life emerged from now suffering the most from the petro-chemical toxic age we were born into.
Pinko Commie Fag that I am.
Your Comrade...
But wait.
This Euro morning here in old southerly low lands of the north. Cold and gray and damp...
Smog morning.
Polluted brown air by day with night polluted by an orange electric light haze.
Relentless machinations of subtraction and division of this planets sphere of life.
To keep the rich insulated in their heroin like dream of reality.
I've been listening to the Smashing Pumpkins.... "Try, Try, Try".
Joni Mitchell... Woodstock. "We are stardust, we are golden and we have to get back to the garden..."
Aerosmith forgotten Sweet Emotion.
4 Non Blondes What's Up?
"...And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's going on?"
Dolly Parton singing in harmony a remake of Neil Young's After The Goldrush...
"look at mother nature on the run in the twenty-first century"
Even my musical selections to jump start a damp morning reflect my contempt for the American political regime's foreign policies abroad or ecological policies at home and elsewhere.
And meanwhile the world lets us in the US get away with it.
The rest of the world is being a silent accomplice to the travesties of my country machinations at home and abroad.
Let's face it...
We all long for that job, that income, that lifestyle of betterment that we all secretly would abide these economical machinations of destruction if we could ourselves just get rich off it.
The dangling carrot on a stick just out of reach of the work horses teeth.
That lifestyle of seeming material choice...
That is why no one is protesting.
There is no way out for this is the architecture of the hell we have been cast away into.
How many people today, yesterday, last week, last month this year and last died or were injured for The Bush Administration secret fiscal agenda?
It's time for a revolution.
Pick one
Velvet
or
broken glass,
to be culturally dragged through to be woken up.
The way these things have been for so long it's going to take more than just rusty nails and cancelled credit cards to get the American's to wake up to their responsibilities in the ballot box. So many people on the planet have to endure the consequences of the selections of the American voter. Perhaps it is time that the rest of the world has a say in the outcome of the US elections.
Talk about Globalization. It is only globalization for the interests of the Corporations.
Try to find some clean air to breath or some darkness at night to see through into eternity of cosmic past and future. How irrelevant our petty economic claims are in comparison.
What is put into Coca Cola and bottled water to keep everyone asleep?
What unseen by-product of the internal combustion engine fed by diesel has a soparific effect on commutors?
Why do I feel asleep even when I am awake.
Like the closing lines to that old Smiths lyric went
to the forgotten song
Rubber Ring
"you are sleeping
you do not want to believe
you are sleeping
you do not want to believe"

Your Comrade/My Comrade