Even horses are laughing!
Even horses are laughing!
In the collective West the false prophets have prevailed for too long, now they become laughing stocks running naked in the streets trying to escape the facts of History.
In memory of Mark Twain and George Carlin who taught us how to laugh.
When horses are laughing everybody should be laughing. Laughing is very good for our health. It reduces the chance of heart attacks and strokes, and best of all it is about people having fun together which as inalienable right which they haven’t got around to taking away from us—yet. Laughing is the last bastion of democracy so we had better enjoy it while we can. Having the last laugh is preferable as they who laugh last laugh the loudest.
As a blogger the pay is absolutely lousy but I get to laugh a lot. I follow the media closely as I have to keep it touch with what they are saying and especially what they are not saying; especially in this day and age when they have sold their souls for a pay check and free drinks.
What they are not saying reveals their advanced morbidity as they reject anything that smells of an inconvenient truth. They love the reassuring lie, glib and ailing, dead eyes reading off a teleprompter— Yes Antony Blinken! I was watching your eyes in your Polish speech as you recited your specious words on a fawning audience lobotomized by your reassuring lies.
So many outlets think they are the single source for news when everyone of us can hit half a dozen websites before breakfast. Fortunately we have the global internet as North America is the world’s biggest propaganda ghetto— but be warned the censorship is becoming more and more pervasive as the truth just keeps leaking out like a fire hose.
We live in an age where a lie told often enough becomes the the truth. But it also holds true that a lie told too often becomes a joke. Like crying wolf — do it too often and nobody believes you—unfortunately we live in societies where there are too many blind believers and not enough thinkers.
The false prophets running the Western world into its grave are determined to destroy our ability to think for ourselves, as they have lost the ability to think for themselves. They are pitiful figures trapped in the matrix of money, power, privilege dragging the chains of the ghosts of Christmases past. Their chains rattle the jarring dissonance of death and destruction.
With only 12% of the world’s population we think we can lock out what the other 88% are doing and thinking. I can assure you they are up to a lot of good things, other than waging war for fun prophet.
The New York Times, the Washington Post, and the Toronto Glib and Snail think they can block out the truth. Its a tough assignment trying to pretend the rest of the world just isn’t there, that you can build walls, iron curtains, put up the razor wire but the holes are there for all to see and quick sand has an appetite for lies told too often and too naked.
Our elites are the cat burglars caught with pockets full of gold bars claiming they are just walking the dog where the tail wags the dog and it has severe tooth decay. Too many old dogs have simply lost their minds and exist way past their best before date written Roman numerals.
When it comes to electing presidents it seems the dominate issue is who goes to jail and who stays at home to light their cigars with 100 dollar bills. Meanwhile lawyers lobbyists, partisans and the FUBAR media try to issue “get out of jail free cards,” which, once issued will cost a few millions of dollars of monopolistic cash.
Canada’s Prime minister is facing his day of reckoning which was a along time coming and predestined. Before he became party leader then prime minister high priests and pundits knew he was—his father’s son in name only, lacking his father’s intelligence, gravitas,and political acumen. The son was the book Canadians bought without looking past the cover in spite of warnings to do so. Such is the nature of Canadian politics where party leaders are carpetbagging cheerleaders for endless imperial wars that cannibalize their own country.
The son is the Teflon politician because his party is so irresponsible as to not deliver a resounding vote of no confidence and give him the boot. Nor is he likely to resign as he is the replete narcissist devoted to his impersonation of a politician— the Dorian Gray who won’t go away.
Keith Davey, the Liberal party “rainmaker” of the 1980’s, and close associate of the father had ten rules for politicians. One of them was when people are laughing at you it is time to go. Trudeau the son, like a few others should follow his advice; especially when politics of the West becomes a parody, and the media trying cover it up becomes a parody in itself.
The father told the son there was no “necessity” for him to go into politics at an early age. But fathers never know best and Canada is a long suffering hostage to a fickle fake.
Aspiring politicians are only awarded so much political capital by the electorate. Some burn it faster than others depending on their competence and responsiveness to the public’s and the nation’s needs. Today it is a quick incineration as politicians are neoliberal, mendacious with their first loyalty to the vested interests controlling them. Perpetual war and betrayal dominate their agendas. Trudeau the Younger cindered his political capital early and often: now lingering as the Teflon politician putting in time until he exits his bully pulpit a year or so from now.
We live in paradoxical times.
A close associate of Canada’s prime minister is Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy. Both are actors having made very bad career choices. Both puppets to the empire’s imperialist wars. Both with ignominious resumes historians will not treat kindly.
Update: The speaker of the House has resigned. He didn’t know the hero he introduced was actually a former member of the Waffen SS, until after the trained seals of parliament gave their obsequious standing ovation .
Even the horses are laughing in the theater of the absurd.
This blog would not be complete without the wisdom and dark humor of Twain and Carlin. Here is a sampling from village elders too rarely heard.
Mark Twain:
God created war so that Americans would learn geography.
The statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the nation that is attacked, and every man will be glad of those conscience-soothing falsities, and will diligently study them, and refuse to examine any refutations of them; and thus he will by and by convince himself that the war is just, and will thank God for the better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque self-deception.
Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities War. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and calm pulse to exterminate his kind. He is the only animal that for sordid wages will march out... and help to slaughter strangers of his own species who have done him no harm and with whom he has no quarrel.... And in the intervals between campaigns he washes the blood off his hands and works for the universal brotherhood of man with his mouth.
No amount of evidence will ever persuade an idiot.
George Carlin:
When fascism comes to America, it will not be in brown and black shirts. It will not be with jack-boots. It will be Nike sneakers and Smiley shirts. Germany lost the Second World War. Fascism won it. Believe me, my friend.
Something is wrong. War, disease, death, destruction, hunger, filth, poverty, crime, torture, corruption and the ice capades. If this is the best God can do, I am not impressed. This is not what you expect to find on the resume of a supreme being. It's what you expect from an office temp with a bad attitude
All patriarchal societies are either preparing for war, at war, or recovering from war.
Carlin and Twain taught us how to laugh; we have to make sure the last laugh is not on us .
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