Can There Be Revolution in Our Time
The fall of Atlantis under African waters, and the fall of Babylon inland, and the fall of Greece or Rome, and the dusty pyramids of Egypt, and the revolutionary hymn of modern France, and the uprising of slaves in American lands, or that of surfs in long gone Russia, or the fall of the papacy, or the caricatured atrocities of the second world war to a mere mass execution of labour at the very end, reminds one and all of two universal truths.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts.
Why is knowledge power, or far better, what is knowledge? What is to know the weaknesses and strengths of men, while they know not yours? What is to know how one can be rich as hell, while they know not? What is to know how emotions work, to the point incompetence is irrelevant? What is to know?
And why does power corrupt? Why should one change when power and more importantly why should they change for the worst?
Why for example there are now suggestions Putin wants the title of Supreme Leader? Why is Turkey increasing tensions with Greece? Why does war rage on to the point there is a virus?
And why do we always come back to this point? Why despite knowing the many empires fallen, we still go in an unchanged loop with those that see, always defenseless until their rage rises to havens?
To consult the books for an answer is futile for knowledge is power, and thus it is hidden away. To consult the intellect is no easy task for the complexities abound but can be condensed into a too simple system in a too complex time.
There have been many technological and even social advancements, but none in governance since the Brits hanged King James.
That act, and civil war though they call it glorious, ushered in a rising Britain that went on to rule the waves and dominated for nearly half a millennium.
The attempt of the French to follow two centuries after in a copy cat manner did not initially end as successfully. Like the first Bitcoin chain-split roared, while the one from BCH was a disaster, so too perhaps here.
France, the only western country that sings ‘down with tyranny’ and ‘march on,’ yet despite the guillotines on their streets, they still move forth with 1970s New York.
And what happened in then New York, the birthplace of Batman and the birthplace of the political complacency that greets this 2020 where dogs only bark while kings bask?
Questions, easy. Answers? Well their answer is Plato’s “philosopher king.” Plato specifically among the far too many ancient greeks because they are the “philosopher” kings.
Obama in fact was the wisest, with his expert concealment of even surface knowledge through a gifted tongue that he utilized for the pleasure of Moloch.
By comparison Trump is an amateur actor, a stable genius that needs not even conceal in arrogant complacency which in its own way perhaps serves more god than Moloch.
While Putin of course is the wisest, his introductory cough now a virus, with his pleasure to see what he will soon find as mortality gives way to the judgment of atoms.
And of Xi? The philosopher king of the east. The rabbit that by fox shape at times pretends to be a butterfly. What of his ultimate arrogance in simply closing down the cities that we rose up?
And what of Plato, where are his philosopher kings now. Or Aristotle, with his venomous aristocratic ideology that has failed Greece and every land since.
Where are these gods that still rule us and preach from the pyramids of geopolitics in a fabricated exposition of competition that makes man a slave, not a philosopher, whether king or poper.
Where is this greatness of Greece that in ruins lays to our days with no achievement to their name but that superstition that says eating many is the pleasure of living well.
How can there be no governance ideology for centuries and how can the pen be so dead when the flaws are numerous and shared between these three men that ostensibly so much hate the other philosopher king in a pantomime of the living.
And the answer? The answer is a randomly selected house of parliament. Elections have failed, and now they have obviously done so especially as the 2020 USA election is likely to be a choice not just between billionaire Trump and billionaire Bloomberg, but also between same background and same background.
Where congress is concerned, its approval ratings are at zero or negative and the reason for that is because each and every single one of them got there through sham elections.
The proof is simple. Obama’s rowing hope and change turned to no input from any ordinary person once he secured power.
Meaning we do not technically have a democracy, for there is no demo except for one poll. What we have instead is an oligopoly, the rule of the money printers.
And since money measures all things, those that can make it from nothing without abiding to any rules, necessarily can be “elected” to own us and dispose of us as they please and when they please, whether by war or by virus.
This corrupted system is in full display in the United Kingdom where cash for peerage in the House of Lords and the many other honors for sale are daily peddled.
While the ordinary people who fund this system through taxes, who pay for the lot of it, even for the state broadcasting BBC, and for the bread sales taxes, and for the bin collecting council taxes, not to mention the income taxes, all of which conveniently stops at not-rich, all of these people who pay for all this have no say in anything save for choosing between billionaire or billionaire.
Not even a random jury. They use random samples in their polling and machinations, but god forbid such random sample actually has a say on such matters like taxing bread.
The system is rigged and it is rotten. Doctors had to go on strike to close the borders. We are cattled here in cities, and in some places in high towers, burned alive, while the land is big and wide, and thy granite cheap as ground.
They hate the gypsies and persecute them, for flaunting their stupid rules of tent and place, for having the temerity to build their own shelter in a land where breath first needs permission from Borisov and the gang of “philosopher” kings. The Plato hores.
They learn nothing in their continuous blood sucking that is now even more in vogue than when the count Dracula metaphor was born.
They learn nothing for this is not a system. This is hell. This is hell in Jerusalem. This is an affront to god himself. This is a subjugation of the atoms. And thus the siren of our forefathers, for freedom calls like it never has before.
to sing, the river swing
and know thy water, fish controls
and birds thy trees
that ssing and sing
the friends of fish, the eater of the lot.
in rivers high of mountain sky
to sing the river, river swing
knowing not one fish can hold
knowing not one fish your own.
to singa sing while hitting rocks
and at same time to have thought,
to singa sing
in rivers fraught
to singa sing
while aaaaaa swingingingingiingiingiignigniging.
to singa sing, my god my lord
away from fish, whales and seprantooos.
to singa sing
the days to come
the mighty rivers
when we as one, the oceeaaaannnssss havvveeeeeeeee innnn oouuurrr hands.
to sing
when song is dying
to hold, when all are falling
to be, the dream up here
to see, the glory.
out you angels
a million more
dance we must
for dance times come
let us see, the heaven skiieees
and let us dream, our day on thee.
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Published at Mon, 03 Feb 2020 21:11:03 +0000
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