The world wide military industrial cannibal complex

It’s not just about the corporations running the men with the guns at innocent people. The coca cola army if you will. The walt Disney cluster bomb. You may as well call it that. They’ve even called it a holy bomb. Ha! It’s not just about the corporatization of our/their police. Or even the militarisation of space. It’s about the fact that so much of our society is tied up in its makeup. So many millions of folk tied up in their stake shares. Millions are fed by it. Their mortgages are paid by it. Their lives are governed by it, and over all they abide by its rule, because that’s just the way it is when daddy and mammy are all broiled up in the tangle of twisted politics.

This is one of the real big problems we are faced with in taken it down. You take away the pentagon you take away livelihoods. That has to be factored in if we are the fight this monster for its soul. We are up against so many vagaries of the same factor. All the monsters dirty heads. Not only are more companies bidding to make more camera’s to watch more people, but by corollary, more people are being hired in relation to that field, meaning when it’s up and running, it’s always going to be even harder to take it down, especially when the ramifications are as real as people losing their homes. And pop goes the pension. Everything is tied up in it.

Pretty soon a huge, huge percentage of the world wide work force will be employed from the top down to spy on and control the other half. Imagine the Roman empire with camera’. People are tied up in making gadgets. People are tied up in making gadgets for the gadgets. And more and more people are being tied up in watching them. Pay your taxes or else. Toe the order of our line or else. Object and we will drop any hand we want to on your head.

More sweat shop administrative bodies will be tied up in the flow of army t-shirts. More shipping companies will be tied up in shipping out more cheap shit chicken pies. More ships will be built to protect the ships. More gadgets will be built to protect the gadgets on the ships. More over sea connections will be administered from over seas. More cheap labour force markets will be relying on every penny coming in, for every bullet going out.

Poor Martin, locked in and taken no heed. Cannibalism. That’s a much better name for it. Capitalism just doesn’t really do it for me. Because it’s more than just capitalising on another person. It is isn’t it? It’s heavier and darker than that. It’s about negating our refined truths. It’s about chopping off any head that opposes its arm. And it’s about the dogma of dirty minds. It’s about the puny in us. It’s about the monsters dictating divinity. It’s about the wiring. It’s about the metaphysical truths your denying yourself.

The knee bone connected to the leg bone. The leg bone connected the hip bone. The finger connected to the button. The button connected to the bomb. The bomb connected to the banks. The banks connected to the people. The people subjected to the banks. The bankers connected to the dots that lead to dirty minds behind it all somewhere. I like to think of them as the Ill-Illuminated. The hand connected to the gun connected to the fine print, connected to profit.

The fight is at the table in front of you. The temple is in your head. Parliament is in your head. The law is in your head. Where else would it be? To think that some actually believe it’s on a piece of paper somewhere. Lawyers reduced to small print law. The fine print connected to the a man’s signature. The signature connected to ten new fighter jets for Israel. Israel and Palestine connected to patriotism and religion. Patriotism connected to foot of ignorance. Religion connected to the thunder in the sky. Real spirituality connected to meta-physics.

The burger chains connected to deforestation. The flowers for your girlfriend connected to farmers losing their fields. Diamonds connected to people being disconnected from their arms. Politicians connected to corporate remits. Coffee beans connected to genocide. Decisions for the good of the many connected to the indifference of the elite few who are trying to run it all. Think of them as monkey and donkey and twat and his lordship. And let’s not forget thatcher.

Large hats connected to big important medals. Big important medals pinned to the chests of brave young soldiers coming home with no legs or testicles. A medal for your leg sir. Millions of soldiers connected to their working class realities. Realities connected to having no money to see a movie. Cheap food in the cupboard. Cheap meat on the table. Shit chicken pie for your belly. Poverty connected to poor diet. Fat, beer, guzzle it down. Grab a bucket of tenants and sink it all down. Sign on. Join the army. Rot, die, enjoy the ride.

The army connected to the proper job ideal. A real man. A man’s man. The lady after all loves the man in a uniform. I myself was always connected to the idea that she’d like a man with a philosophical mind, but hey, aren’t I the fool. The ideal connected to the pages of their dirty propagating text. The idiosyncratic inferences we hold to be true because that is how it was written. For kingy and country and jump sir.

I could connect it up a trillion times. Now think about that. Think about what that actually means in essence. I could connect all the dots a trillion times. Anyone with a bright mind can. It shows us weight in the clarity of picture for a start. It tells us that we are looking at things the right way, and that overall, give or take the odd happening here and there, the system itself, in all its ugly guises is primitive.

I could connect hitler to axioms. I could connect blair as a liar through the law of averages. We can connect thousands of years of history to a big lie and a big truth. Compatible states of affairs and incompatible states of affairs. Ontological heresy.

Ontological brilliance. It’s all rolled up in the same mess. A mess desperate to blossom. The alphabet connected to a species capable of understanding it. A species capable of a priori thought. A species on the edge of a transcendental revolution. A species better than what has been written thus far. Sword back in stone and forward.

Peace and lovely from Yap.