Declaration of Inter-Dependence!
doing what the Masters expect.
They’ll take and take
until you don’t have the humanity left to know what’s missing…
They want us their obedient white and blue collar slaves.
fighting each other, not the Man.
It’s a pyramid scheme.
It’s divide and conquer.
see it before it’s too late…
-Sun Tae Kim
NYPD cop to #occupy protester, after he pepper-sprayed her, and then put his black boots on her head.
source: Rolling Stone magazine, 11/24/11 issue, pg. 63
The right to “peaceably assemble” is part of the first amendment of the Constitution.
Everything for sale
Every last one of us prostitutes, hustling something
Methamphetamine trailers lighting up the high plains night
Strip malls from sea to shining sea
All for another slice of virtual pizza
While the other nation-states are busy copying us
But these campesinos
Why are they stampeding across our borders?
If their local, village-based mode of survival
Were still functioning after corporate capital’s depradations
After the bait-and-switch called Free Trade
After the drug violence fueled by our cocaine habit
Do you really believe they’d leave families and ancestral lands
For a life of drudgery in the icy heart of the North?
Can you imagine what those who’ve risked their lives
To cross the border are thinking
As they clean our toilets and mow the lawns
Outside our cheesy McMansions
While we sprawl in the family room
Sucking up doses of radiation from our plasma screens?
Hey, that’s not me, man: I’m not watching TV. I’m fixated on my new
iPad. I’m pecking away at my Blackberry, dude. I’m cheering myself
hoarse for the home team while the world burns…
What if, on the contrary, these campesinos secretly envy us
What if they want their deracinated children
To grow into big-time consumers just like us?
What if they can’t wait until their children
Turn into dark-skinned versions of our tight white selves?
And democracy, our claim to fame
Time for a reality check
We don’t live in a democracy
Voting means getting lost in make-believe
As soon as more than ten thousand people are involved
Approximate size of the polis in ancient Greece
Where citizens encountered one another face to face
Knew their strengths and foibles
Knew the skeletons in their closets
Their families and ancestors
Whereas in modern mega-states
Do we know who represents us?
Fantasies concocted by spin doctors and handlers
If you doubt it (and have enough pull)
Approach the leader of any nation-state
It doesn’t matter what their politics are
The only question is
How deep into trance is this person?
Wave your hand in front of the face
Watch the eyes light up
When you say you’ll vote for it
Watch the eyes go cold
When you say you won’t
Only local democracy is real
When allowed to function, that is
Living democracy of community movements
Farmers in Africa planting trees on barren land
Cooperative ventures worldwide
While left and right, socialist and capitalist
Two sides of the same grabby coin
Solidifying the delusion that we get somewhere
Only at the expense of others
And—haven’t you noticed?—the game is never won
Over the centuries always a sense
Of impending emergency, of corruption and betrayal
The open field of existence
Tricked into gigantic hoardings of mine and yours
The question is
Do we have what it takes to clear the deck
And work out a new way of life
The planet is calling to us in a voice louder than politics
Sweeter than vested interests
Can you hear her?
She’s asking for change
That’s the only reason astronauts were allowed up in space
To see a global intelligence unfolding
A vast gathering of ecologies
One flowing into the next
Rivers and mountains without end
To see that we’re all one
Humans and plants, animals and spirits, sky and ocean
No more nation-states
No more patriotism
Try it, you’ll like it
-Michael Brownstein, “Lets Burn the Flag of All Nations”.