Drugs (Babylon, Seven.)

Lay me down
In the cold, cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down
In the cold, cold ground
Where before many more have gone
When they come
I will stand my ground
Stand my ground
I'll not be afraid
Thoughts of home
Take away my fear
Sweat and blood
Hide my veil of tears
Once a year
Say a prayer for me
Close your eyes
And remember me
Never more
Shall I see the sun
For I fell to a German's gun.

~Sgt. Mackenzie, by Joseph Kilna Mackenzie, battle theme from the film We Were Soldiers.

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And after these things I saw another angel come down from heaven, having great power; and the earth was lightened with his glory.

And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.

For all nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her fornication, and the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth are waxed rich through the abundance of her delicacies.

And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.

For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities.

Reward her even as she rewarded you, and double unto her double according to her works: in the cup which she hath filled fill to her double.

How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her: for she said in her heart, I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow.

Therefore shall her plagues come in one day, death, and mourning, and famine; and she shall be utterly burned with fire: for strong is the Lord God who judges her.

And the kings of the earth, who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her, and lament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning,

Standing afar off for the fear of her torment, saying, Alas, alas that great city Babylon, that mighty city! for in one hour is thy judgment come. ~Revelation 18:1-10

So I guess things aren't going so great for ICE in North Carolina.

Like, I could have told them how that was gonna go.

But of course, these damn narcissistic shitheads are completely high on their own supply.

Like, I guess Elon Musk has Grok trying to tell people that he's some kind of a street fighter now.

As if dude doesn't look like a flaccid plastic bag of commercial kitchen Mashed Potatoes??

I mean, come on, dude. We have eyes.

I might not look like much, but there's at least visible traces of the fact that I was in shape and young and strong once...not least the disabling injuries and shit I racked up when I was that way.

You have to look to see it, but it's there.

I highly doubt Elon has ever been in a fight or done a day's physical exercise or labor in his life.

There's not necessarily anything wrong with that, in the grand scheme of things. Except of course my upbringing, education and life experience tell me there's a lot wrong with that. A Man should, if possible do physical labor, go somewhere on a trip, serve in a profession of arms at least for a little while, take up hiking or hunting or shooting or some such activity...or otherwise work off the craving for adventure and some testosterone when they can...so they're not just making shit up and looking stupid when they're old and look like the racist Pillsbury Dough Boy.

And that's the thing with these fucking people.

They're so deep in the weeds off in their own fantasy world that they can't even talk to the rest of us anymore, and so idiotically high on their own supply that they've got nothing intelligible to even say.

Their entire program is weird freaking nonsense meant to turn America into something it's never been and is completely incapable of even being.

You can take a lot of things away from a man. Cigarettes, the gym. You can take his freedom, his legs, but not his feelings. Not his feelings. A man loves a woman. Don't matter what kind of man he is, if he loves her, he wants her. He wants her body. He wants her to want his. So you say to him, "you can never make love again. You will never touch her in that way again. This is the last time. The last time. Forever." If that's not cruel and unusual punishment, I don't know what is. ~Augustus Hill, from the HBO series Oz, S1.E2 "Visits, Conjugal and otherwise."

Of course, while I'm at it they're also trying to do the same with Christianity or even ideas of Manhood or the proper treatment of women, not to mention a whole bunch of other shit, but those are the things I happened to have handy examples for at the moment.

The truth is, these fucking people are pretty much so overly "Religious" that what's IN the Lord's Word isn't Good Enough for them.

I dealt with that type of shit all the time back in the day from my ex-wife and the crazy Pentecostals that she surrounded herself with. Who she was as a person was not necessarily bad, but she pathologically couldn't be...didn't want to be or even face...herself.

She was hell-bent on the idea that she or at least somebody that she associated herself with was GOING to be some kind of Holy Prophet, and of course she tried to put that shit on me despite me being 1000% clear that there was no way I was ever gonna go near that kind of responsibility.

Especially when her entire attitude was that she wanted the easy life of a well-off Pastor's Wife and yet also to still have the capability to do whatever she wanted, without being held to any kind of standards. Now, I had considered ministry (and not chosen to follow that path, for the same reason.) So I already knew one of these things was not like the other one.

For one thing, an actual Prophet is not some kind of Holy-roller fortune teller or gilded Televangelist or some shit, but supposed to be a spiritual leader and the person who tells people the Truth and catches a whole hell of a lot of grief for it. Naturally, the Truth wasn't even what she wanted to hear.

But, like all these Trump people now, she was so high on her own supply that she wouldn't hear of anything else, and so she wrecked everything for herself.

Me, too, but I got back up, and she never really did.

Like, haven't these fucking people ever read the Lord's Word??

Now, I don't think you have to be a Christian or even religious to be a prophet or speak prophetically, I have some pretty complex opinions on this. One common thread about such people is there will always be those who do not accept them or what they have to say.

It's also something one cannot and should not seek out, but rather a thing that either one has, or one doesn't.

Among other things, it's sure as hell not going to make your life easier.

But basically either you can hear the Divine Conversation or you can't. By definition, this is not about you.

And that's not the world a lot of these "Conservatives" want to live in.

I found this poem years ago in a random anthology book full of stuff that somebody gave me, and recently happened to see what looks like an updated version.

This right here is what modern "Conservatism" and the whole Prosperity Gospel thing pretty much is.

I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please. 

Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. 

I don’t want enough of God  to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant. 

I want ecstasy, not transformation. 

I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth. I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack. I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please. 

~Three Dollars Worth of God, by Wilbur Rees.

Well, that, and the idea that you get a snooze in the sunshine and the warmth of the womb while everybody else gets nothing but jackboots and shit. 

This crap isn't religion, it's narcissism.

The Self on the Throne is a hell of a drug. 

It's the worst one to get addicted to. 

I'll note nobody's bombing boats trying to stop that drug.

And we continue to tolerate this bullshit at our peril.

I don't have to tell you, drugs ain't the only things to get addicted to. Some people mainline their work, some people... snort ESPN. Some people needle-pop gambling. There are those that shoot up junk foods, fine wines, Cohibas, baby. Some people get hooked on love. And like any fiend on the street, you always need another bump. Just one more bump, man! Just one more bump! ~Augustus Hill, from the HBO series Oz, S1.E5 "The Straight Life."

If we want to stop this shit, it's going to come down to a fight.

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If we lose freedom here, there is no place to escape to. This is the last stand on Earth. And this idea that government is beholden to the people, that it has no other source of power except to sovereign people, is still the newest and most unique idea in all the long history of man's relation to man. This is the issue of this election. Whether we believe in our capacity for self-government or whether we abandon the American revolution and confess that a little intellectual elite in a far-distant capital can plan our lives for us better than we can plan them ourselves. ~Ronald Reagan

Six

I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do to their fellows, because it always coincides with their own desires. ~Susan B. Anthony

Son, I'm just gonna tell you this one time. You want to keep working here? Stay off the drugs.

~Mr. McDowell, Coming To America