Why Michael Moore hasn't been killed by Tyrant Money (TM) long ago is
a surprise to my paranoia patterns, and frankly, maybe the world isn't
quite as bad as it seems if he's still allowed to make such a pest
of himself. I mean, shouldn't he have died of natural causes by
now? With today's pharmaceuticals that cannot be traced why let
such a popular gadfly go around riling the masses?
Maybe, TM sees that he's not THAT much of a pest, and he's allowed to
roam about as a symbol of the largess and basic decency of our TM
OVERLORDS -- as a crass marketing-balancing for the BILLIONS OF LIVES
IN POVERTY that they're responsible for -- nay, that YOU AND I are
responsible for whenever we buy jeans, gas, or McDonald's burgers at a
price that only slave labor, whole nations under a boot, and the
denuding of South America can make possible. We should be paying
maybe several hundred bucks for a pair of jeans at $11.00 per hour
labor costs -- but 16 girls with Simon Legree for a shift supervisor
must work from dawn to dusk in a one-light-bulb dungeon for a single
dollar to make one pair -- something like that. Goggle it
sweatshops and in seconds you'll be writhing in shame.
I've had things manufactured on the Pacific Rim, and I've been in the
actual shops where wandering chickens and workers in rags and flip
flops were seen in the same glance. Once, I had to directly hire a
small work crew of independent inspectors I needed for quality control
of a production line, and at $4.00 per hour, you could see how lucky
they felt. But it was a low point for me no matter their relative
happiness.
I was a slave owner. It was only a matter of degree, not kind, in my
eyes.
I still am a slave owner.
So is anyone who buys almost anything for almost nothing at Walmart.
If I'm not buying baby seal fur products, so why do I feel okay
(stunned numb?) when I buy shirts that were death-clubbed out of Asia?
Psychological addiction for such products despite their vibe are the
fuel for of this evil system -- but, if the common person on the
street had to stand there and actually watch for merely a mere few
minutes as their clothing was being made, who'd wear the clothes?
We're all in cahoots by pretending that this is not the truth.
Today's chains and shackles are financial and political, today's
slaves are independent workers, today's slaves are as controlled as
the Ronald's cattle being lined up at the arbiter -- only, you know,
the cattle luck out and get a quick death.
How about, starting now, we only buy used clothes, we reduce gas
consumption to zero for most days, and we picket McDucks with placards
showing the ACTUAL SATELLITE PHOTOS OF ONE THIRD OF BRAZIL where all
the animals and all the plants have been SLASHED AND BURNED OFF THE
EARTH so that a heart-attacks-on-a-bun can cost almost nothing while
we munch a bunch at lunch.
I'd say the Nazi's with their human skin lampshades would be quite at
home with us. Have us over for schnapps, nicht wahr?
If the world goes sane, they'll come for us with nooses. They'll
ask us what we were thinking to enslave and rape the world. We'll all
be like the townspeople living in smell-range of Auschwitz say, Ve
didn't know vat vuz der schmoken fromen zie chimmenzies. Ve tot dey
vuzzin happy TM blissenheimers ven dey maken der shirts.
Now that I'm pretending here to be temporarily sane, FUCK! -- Michael
Moore should be ashamed of himself for saying so little so quietly so
ineffectively. He's got a mass audience, word skills, and a ton of
money too -- that jolly scoundrel should be screaming in our faces
about the blood on our hands, but instead, he's making parlor jokes
so's to not be tossed from the elitists' soirée donchaknow.
It's not just blood on our hands, not the girls being raped by their
factory monsters. If only that was our sin.
It's the death of whole species, death of hope, death of morality,
death of civilization.
If I saw a toddler walking a yellow line on the street without
supervision, I'd stop my car in the middle of the road and run to that
kid's aid. You would too, right? But 10,000 children DIE EACH DAY
because I and other LORDS OF CAPITALISM want cheap shirts, cheap oil,
cheap meat. Poverty could have completely erased here in America if
we'd spent the Iraq War Fund on health, education and infrastructure.
But, no, we had to send our armies to steal oil.
If anyone reading these words thinks their part in all this is
trivial, look out. There's a fist coming your nose's way. The earth
cannot stand this degradation for much longer, mebets. A nice long
winter for all of us via the Yellowstone super volcano might be our
comeuppance -- surely nothing less would be deserved. If something
big does happen, we'll all be in rags, huddled in cold dark rooms,
with water being the new oil. How many years in such a hovel do I
deserve for all the Walmarting I've done?
Decades of meditation hasn't dented this system, hasn't dented my
appetites for
