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Phillip Winn — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 12:00:00 EDT

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SAYONARA LIBERTY.... HELLO, MINORITY-REPORT

dialogueovervodka — Fri, 19 Nov 2004 07:03:50 EST

by kAble & vOyAkaBle: MINORITY-REPORT-NERVE-CENTRAL... This damn life... Have you heard the latest? The Verichip-implant is next season's beige, darling...Slip-in-the-RFID-chip... Nice and snug... We'll track you to the ends of the earth... And back, again... Cortex-chip, bitch...Congratulations >> Mexico... You're NOW officially The Biggest-Human Chip Market...Round-of-applause, please...For the 1,000+ gullible citizens.... Of Street-Jack Central... 3,000-abductees per year... If fleeing the Border-Patrol doesn't fry your brains... The paranoia of kidnapping will...Fucking-remote-control-society... Honorarily 'Chipped' >> Big Brothers latent acquisition of human hardware...Psst... Enemy-of-the-state... Watch out... They're gonna crack that brain-wide-open... Terrorist scum...Soon you will have NO place to hide...BRAVE NEW DAMN WORLD...Fucking creepy... If you ask me... And that's just the entree... PROJECTION: By the end of 2005, the United States Visitor and Immigrant Status Indicator Technology program, or US-VISIT, is scheduled to be used at all 165 land border crossings. Homeland Security is spending $340 million implementing inkless fingerprinting machines, digital cameras and computer equipment. Another $340 Million has been allocated for 2005.... vOyA: How lucky we are to have such inner-body, 'innovative security products'.... FDA-approved.... but not, of course.... FDA-REGULATED....You know.... ".... with regard to its security, financial, personal identification/ safety applications."Scary Scary.... don't you think?Just imagine.... all this slick "Security Through Innovation(TM)" simply injected under the skin.... ready to be accessed....A chipped world citizenry for the future.... HACKABLE HUMANS.... complete with GPS technology.... geographically (and biologically) trackabLe....The PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIALs of people revealed through streaming data collection points.Not that consumers are really aware of such fringe benefits.... of such potentials to impinge upon their Civil Liberties....Of BRAVE NEW WORLD cyborgisms that consign privacy to that fucKing bigger and bigger BLACK HOLE of Human Rights. KABLE: Mmm... Just kiss those Civil Liberties goodbye, folks... Branded-like-common-cattle... Mutate into 'The Collective'... Whatever the hell that is... Some kinda Borg-ian mentality...YOU SCRATCH BIG BROTHER'S BACK AND IN RETURN... Well... Let's just say... Privacy will become a relic of a pre-Neocon-world... Voices of dissent will finally be muted...For the common good of the people, you understand... It's a fucking Kafka-nightmare...And those poor bastard guinea-pigs... Just waiting in line... naive fucking lab-rats-jumping-through-hoops... Stupid fools... Embryos in the anatomically-modified Garden of Eden... Patriot Act, Eden... >> may I add >>And eventually... Every thought, emotion, action... Monitored... By unseen eyes...It's all about the mark see, vOyA.... vOyA: Absolutely....It's some crazy-ass digital stigmata.... BIG BROTHER the size of a grain of rice silently creating another new damn reLigion.... another fucking pandemic....You know.... more false prophecy with way too much risK....Pssst.... Didn't you know.... TECHNOLOGY'S SUCH A BEAST IF LEFT UNCHECKED.... If left to the multi-fucKing-corporations hell-bent on $$$$'s and siLent agendas....Mmmm.... Who needs a bar-code when our entire genome could be re-programmed with a single little chip?I mean.... we make it so damn easy to usher in the Age-Of-The-HackabLe-Cyborgs....>>>Programmable suicide-bombers anybody? >>>Adrenalized psychotic-killers? >>>Human-fucKing-virus-transmitters?Seriously.... the technological platform is the new altar on which we pray.... the altar on which we somehow, mistakenly.... glimpse safety from faceless abductors.... from the potential terrors of security breaches....And yes.... we glimpse that most Ancient Of Desires.... IMMORTALITY.But not, it seems.... CONSEQUENCE.KABLE: Mmm.... We're all merely commuting through this Silicon-Chip Age... The-blind-leading-the-fucking-blind... Blindfolded against the concept of consequence... Where faceless architects re-sculpt our world...Brave >> Sad >> Pathetic >> Sanitized >> Digitized >> New >> World...Where felons will ditch the bracelet for the latest 'Subdermal' couture... Where Laser Visas will unlock the gateway to exotic and culturally-hostile lands... Where your Verichip will be linked to your credit card... As you sit... Barflying... Downing copious vodkas to blur this existence with the one you... Well... Vaguely once knew...>> damn >> This reeks of the most personal form of anatomical invasion... We're talking about the rape of your privacy... Being tracked like... Well... Like, common dogs...But... For now... Well... There IS choice... But for how long?When does our fear of the unknown... Finally get the better of us? Forcing us to our knees... Whimpering pathetically at the feet of our masters...It's voluntary fucking enslavement..."Biology is not destiny. It was never more than tendency. It was just Nature's first quick and dirty way to compute with meat. Chips ARE destiny." - Engineer and Futurlogist, Bart Kosko. vOyA: Come on.... What's the ideology here? What's the reasoning?I mean.... Why disregard consequence? Especially with this.Especially when our entire species.... >>>our very humanity.... is at risK of disappearing into a POST-HUMAN WORLD.... kaBle: Brave New World, baby... Brave New World... Huxley >> visionary bastard, that he was... Foresaw it all... Humanity re-packaged in a Quantico Laboratory... Replicants of our former selves... Minus the humanity...Because... After all... We MUST progress... Deeper into the ether of human-hardware-culture...It's all about the psychological weaponry of fear and anxiety... It'll bring this civilization to its knees... Mark my words...# to be continued >> of course #

DAY AFTER TOMORROW

dialogueovervodka — Sat, 6 Nov 2004 03:10:26 EST

by kAble & vOya"I like Bush because he's decisive, even when he's wrong..." John Doe >> American Voter. kAble..And so it came to pass... In the year of our Neo-con Lord, 2004...The New World Order: Act II... >> Patriotism, Faith and the Truth of Consequence >>Damn... I feel so warm and fuzzy right now... Slipping into the hysteria... Into the muffled beats of the War-Drums... Into the Star & Stripe ether of a 'Safe Embrace...' All unite... Ease the polarity of your delusions... Tis the "Season of Hope..." Upon us...A democratic fucking paradise lovingly tended by family, faith and a million-or-so-Jesus freaks... godammit vOya... What the hell happened?vOyA > It's the 21st century nuclear expLosion.... where everything seems to be disintegrating....Logic.... Reason.... Morality.... You know.... the fundamentals of our very seLves.... The very core of our Humanity....And so.... the legend of Ohio is born.... the swing-state of 2004.... the crucial key to our future.... so damn mired in the past.... I mean.... 70% of you who bothered to vote.... who were able to vote.... using Ye Olde punch-card system!What the fuck is that?People of the "Greatest Democracy On Planet Earth...." surely you would expect the best technology.... the best Standardized System to ensure the most Democratic process of all.... [You know.... VOTING....] was protected against.... ahh.... corruption.Pssst.... Don't you know.... if the FBI's computer system wasn't so grossly outdated.... well, maybe.... all that intelligence might have made some sense.... might have averted YOU KNOW WHAT....Mmm.... EVERY VOTE COUNTS.... Are you sure about that?[Whispers]Your Master is whipping Liberty's ass.... Can't you hear Her screams? "As a country we had more fear than faith in our own ideals on Tuesday." - Al Deluca, American Voter. KABLE "Greatest Democracy on Planet Earth..." Yes... Three cheers... Democracy = dictatorship... Democracy = embracing difference...Yes... Three cheers... For a nation-in-denial... Blind-sided by a situation-of-thy-own-making... Polarized and crippled by fear...dear Mr President... All charisma, cockiness... and... well... decisiveness... You mention a "fair and proper election in Iraq..." Surely you jest, Sir... Kinda ironic don't you think...?Deception breeds deception... Mr Kerry... Shame on you too, for conceding so damn quickly...Mmm... "EVERY VOTE COUNTS..." Because that's the true nature of democracy... Because partisan is THE new lingo... Because Amerika's-Tour-Of Duty... Is about to get a whole lot fucking worse..."Tis-better-to-strike-than-be-struck..." A colleague whispers in my ear... It depends on the provocation, babe... The circumstance... Always...BECAUSE... WE ARE NOW... >> OFFICIALLY >> Our own worst Weapon of Mass Destruction...vOyA > Now.... definitely.... and our pLanet knows it too....You know.... all that cLimate change.... the gLobal warming.... The WMD's of Humanity's existence....Gluttonous fucKers that we are....But hey.... come Mr President.... show us your truest seLf.... show us what you mean by this "Season of Hope".Come on.... Do you mean the Peace Process? Ratifying Kyoto? Is that it? Is that your idea of this new Land of Hope & Glory?Freedom.... Democracy.... Diversity....Ahh.... Liberty waLking free from death row?Now.... wouldn't that help save our species....KABLE Sweetie... There's very little that can halt our decay... That's the beautiful poetry of being human...It's always IN the contradiction... Always in the slow and fucking torturous... Self-inflicted genocide...And liberty... Well... >> She's a mere ideology >> A PVC red-white-and-blue lapdancer... Eternally admired... Never to be tasted...From the Bush-ian protestor standing at the juncture of Times Square... Placard slung low like a freakin' noose around his neck... To the Stepford-Wife main-lining Prozac in downtown Ohio...Faith is a virus... For the Greatest Democracy on Planet Earth...end of act II...>> to be continued...of course >>

LOST IT

dialogueovervodka — Sun, 24 Oct 2004 03:06:35 EDT

bY kabLe & < vOyA >"Eventually, a democratic world will need a more democratic sense of evil - an understanding of the ordinariness and shallowness of evil." - Lance Morrow, EVIL: An Investigation. < vOyA > MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIALet's just call him.... John Doe.... 45.... the "ordinary" man who murdered his wife.... Provoked to strangle her no less.... To stuff her dead body in the boot of his Jag-wah.... clean the bloodied mess in their family home.... and bury her in a lush forestbed....[Pause]And then.... well > eat dinner with the couple's son of course.... Food with kin and time to reminiscence about the cold dead Jane Doe as if she were still damn well alive.... alive and loving her poet-lover.... away from the staid conservative John.... away from the sex that "repulsed her"....HEADLINE: Sex taunts 'made me strangle wife'....Mmmm.... this ordinary man.... in ordinary fucking suburbia....At least he confessed.... At least there's that.Moral insanity is a bastard you know....> kabLe < "Your honor... I'm sure you can imagine how I felt... Y'know... Discovering her infidelity... I didn't really mean to strangle her... Really... I didn't..."I'll bet there was a mistress... Waiting... Somewhere... In the wings..."Love, honor & obey... Till death DO us part... A license to Murder... A license for domestic homicide.... Always...< vOyA > Well.... yes.... marriage with conditions >>> a confession with conditions.... I mean, John's confessed.... Yes, he strangled Jane.... dumped her body in a shallow grave and ate a damn fine meal for dessert....His plea to the charge of MURDER? NOT GUILTY.... Just an "ordinary" man pushed by well.... extraordinary circumstances.... that's the claim.I just wonder.... these gruesome family crimes.... an horrific pandemic.... of domestic torture and death....Is it Evil or Insanity? I mean.... it's true.... how you shape your world... your perspective > becomes your fate.... and then the law intervenes.... Sanity maybe? so we hope....Human behavior.... there's too much death in us you know.... Too much gender terrorism.... hiding out in double-brick dreams houses nurturing the domesticity of eviL....The urban sprawl just another grid-locked nightmare.... an intimate war-zone for the hyper-developed fucking world....We lie to ourselves and then believe in the lie....Tell me kabLe.... Why are we so scared of self-knowledge?> kabLe > Because it would shatter the illusion, silly... It's all about the box we live in... It's about the bondage of matrimony... The bondage of some fucked-up-religion...Mmm... That leads us to... A cozy 4x4 co-habituating cell... Where the endless repetition of existence... Well... Becomes the quiet tic of... Mundaneity and murderous rage...Premeditated > split second... There's no difference...A caged animal... Is always true to its nature...{Headline}"Father And Daughter Asphyxiate From Garden Hose Attached To Exhaust Pipe..."{Headline}"Woman Set Alight As She Warmed Her Baby's Bottle..."{Headline}"Woman Discovered Estranged Husband Living In Her Roof..."damn... "But he seemed... So... Normal..." The collective neurosis now drives an SUV...< vOyA > It's the nature of.... human nature.... well so we think.... this skew-whiff outlook on life.... in the Great and Creepy Western World.... as if the globe was really ours to divide anyway.I mean.... arrogance has its place.... don't get me wrong.... but as an overall trait that determines the destiny of many species.... including our own... Well.... it's just self-deception in the end.... to think this way.... to create with such a level of complexity.... of pre-determination.... the outcome of this world.Like it's one big dark fucking corner.... a slice of the universe to be conquered and controlled....Civilization warping our minds.... dragging the human drama through the mud of the ages.... till murder and mayhem become our entertainment.... our small little lives behind closed doors.... in cul-de-sacs and shopping malls.... McDonaldLand.... BrandNameLand....In those intimate spaces of the mind.... As Mr President Bush once said.... "We are changing the world"....> kabLe < And still... The bodycount continues to rise... Boredom... Infidelity... Ageing... Suburban decay...HALLMARK-TRUMAN-SHOW-DYSTOPIA With these three words... I thee wed... # to be continued...of course #

TERMINAL OVERLOAD

dialogueovervodka — Thu, 21 Oct 2004 02:19:29 EDT

bY kabLe & < vOyA > "The planes came from everywhere. We just lined them up and put them on the ground. But the most amazing thing of all is that from the time we got the last of those six or seven airplanes on the ground, if you looked at our radarscope, there was nothing on it...That is an extremely eerie thing to see." < Tom Shannon, Quad City International Airport Controller, 9/11 > >kAble> suspicious >> nervous >> epileptic... damn him if he wasn't absorbing my every movement... Airport-Security-fucking-stranger... What were you expecting me to do? And then there was the sign... "Any unattended vehicles will be towed..." By now... Well... Mmm... Hello, post-9/11-aftermath-world... Suitcase terrorism, bitch... Air-Marshal guardians... Racial profiling... Hi-tech chemical-trace-vacuums..."We'd just like to take this opportunity to welcome you aboard...< vOyA > Such smooth, clear surfaces.... stupefying light refracting over and over.... till brand-name take-away seems strangely appealing > and progressive neurological chaos seems.... well, just damn well fine. In fact, incredibly.... numbingly fine...."Attention Customers. The following items will be confiscated.... KNIVES, SCISSORS.... ANY SHARP OBJECTS...."Ah.... urgency and threat crashing through the calmness of a recorded voice.... All those damn x-ray machines.... false security in a radiation haze....The degrees of jetlag.... of airport lag.... where latent terrorism spikes > latent disaster. If only in our minds.... or in the baggage of our anonymous flight companions.>kabLe < Gushing... Rushing... Splicing time-zones... Nerves-of-steel... Frequent-flyer-hoardes... More than 600 million traveled by air last year... 600 million+ potential disasters...Retinal-scans Big Brothers' insurance... From a Pennyslvanian Penitentiary to Terminal 4... We can't guarantee you'll get there in one piece... Sign O The Times sure is a bitch..."Do I look like a bloody terrorist?" A woman asks... We're all potential terrorists, honey... "I.D. please Madam..." Total fucking recall...Psycopaths have taken over the airwaves... The-Mile-High-Club... Shute >> Did that ever really happen?"Anthrax-on-Rye, Sir?" Portals of Paranoia... Portals of Close Proximity... Where the jackpot is one-son-of-a-bitch-lucky-dip....You have to ask yourself, vOyA... Are you feeling lucky?< vOyA > To be honest with you Sweetheart.... I'm feeling unusually lucky.... lucky enough to be transported by brazen desire > into the unknown.... to well.... see what's there....With this being something like the Jetlag Generation and all....I mean, sometimes.... life is like some kinda terminal Holding Zone.... with vast artificially lit spaces and recycled air.... recycled germs.... Everything so-damn-familiar.... so-damn-impersonal....Disorientation, fatigue > the constant noise that's strangely numbing....Jet lag it seems.... well, lingers in us all.... but in the airport the LAG.... implying something vague.... drifty.... jumbled.... eerily fragmented and disconnected.... deepens. You know.... Eno's Music For Airports played stiflingly LOUD....And now.... with the possible intent of terrorism.... scattering the bees in our minds...."I think airports themselves are like geographic jetlag - they're neither here nor there, they're not home but they're not really foreign either. They're these strange in-between places." < Pico Iyer >>kabLe > of mass-population >> of a terminal seizure >>Are we really that disposable? Not quite... The blink of a fucking eye... Perhaps...damn, this age of polarity... Religion in the aisles... The albatross on our backs.>> "We do hope you enjoyed your flight ...">> < to be continued.... of course >

Dreamy Desire To Believe

dialogueovervodka — Tue, 12 Oct 2004 21:58:32 EDT

bY >kabLe & < vOyA >"Over 500 American soldiers - average age, 19 - have died in Afghanistan (the forgotten war) and Iraq, all of whom came home in "transfer tubes" free of any media coverage.... "Thousands of civilians have died in both countries (we'll probably never know exactly how many, as the Army has stopped counting)." < Nick Marroni, Mobylives.com > > kable < I have this vivid image in my mind's eye... >> It still haunts me... With its sickening and sobering reminder of the true price of patriotism... It was during the GOP demonstrations in NYC... An exhibit titled "Eyes Wide Open..."So simple... So fucking stark... This slab of endless, urban concrete... Empty soldiers' boots... > Spaced apart > Tagged... That's right... With white cards... The kinda tag you'd see attached to the rigormortis toe of a corpse... No name... Another disposable, fucking John Doe...Departed in blurs of star and striped glory... Returned in unmarked caskets...I wanna cry when I taste their sacrifice... When I taste lives... Unlived.... < vOyA> One hour after the ANZAC DAY PARADE, George Street, Sydney.... 2001He seemed calmer.... This lonesome old stranger in the street.... No more shouting. And the people had stopped looking.I asked him if he was okay. Watching that fleshy face of his, all flushed and worn. He nodded finally. Not looking at me.... just down at his shoes. "I don't know where I was last night," he said.... "Nothing makes sense to me anymore.""It'll be okay," I almost whispered."I was a soldier once.... Look at me now."> kabLe < I'm thinking... Born On the Fourth of July.... Damn that Oliver Stone... >> And his crippled army of humanity >>Badges of fucking shame...Damn those that send them off to war... Packing up their fucking troubles in an old-kit bag... Damn those who write their generations' epitaph...And damn us.... For being unable to look-them-in-the-eye when they return... Shattered and torn by the horrors of someone else's war... < vOyA > In that deserted city street..... Ticket-tape remnants just everywhere.... I stood alone in Sydney's golden light.... the pride, the silent fear and grief that haunted everybody that day as stark as the old soldier's misery.... of his hopelessness....It's just.... that day, a stranger-soldier shattered any indifference about war.... Giving truth not a comforting lie about what we're capable of.... and the consequences too of course....life as stories of violence, torture.... of dreamlessness.... of boys killing boys.... of hellish flashbacks and oppressive realities....> kabLe < Truth.... To be protected at all costs... "By a bodyguard of lies..." Fucking travesty... This New World Order demands sacrifice... And sacrifice it shall receive...Yes... Yes... Demanding its pound of flesh... Sending children to war... Then dragging them back.... barely alive > Dead >Caskets... "TRANSFER TUBES..." Concealed by the American flag... Rivers of privately shed tears... Embargoed... >> >>< vOyA > Lance Morrow.... Times writer, author.... His most recent book, EVIL: An Investigation.... where he tells the story about a man he met at a political luncheon in Washington in late 2001. An old academic talking of war, his service in WWII.... "the necessities of war".... September 11 still on everybody's minds.... The academic, a young rifleman back then, in no-man's land with his squad.... captured eight young German soldiers near a river...."They were little more than kids, 16 or 17 years old."The dilemma.... what to do? Too far from American lines.... too dangerous to keep them alive.... Simply, said the old man, "...we could not let them go."So, those eight soldiers were made to face the river.... "Then we went down the row and shot each one of them in the back of the head....".The Germans' obedience so surprising to him.... The battle-logic winning....> kabLe < I can't imagine taking someone else's life... Putting a gun to a stranger's head... And squeezing the trigger...I've seen grown men cry over their own savage actions...A Vietnam Vet... Weeping... Like a child... A hollow pit of remorse... Haunted by the ghosts of soldiers who never made it home from the battlefield... Those poor bastards... "Just following orders, Sir..." Scant comfort as they dig the bayonet in... deeper >> and deeper >>< vOyA > And.... here we are again.... War Noir the master trickster.... The ultimate demonic reality.... The Dead.... the Wounded.... the absolute horror of the killing fields.... Blood-red and flesh-coloured.... stark as freshly-flailed bone....And still.... the dreamy desire to believe in "the possibility of an Optimistic Age"Some day soon.... would be nice. < to be continued.... of course >

POLITICAL TERRORISM 2004

dialogueovervodka — Sat, 9 Oct 2004 23:59:33 EDT

bY >kabLe < and < vOyA > "Life is a perpetual instruction in cause and effect..." < Ralph Waldo Emerson > __________________________________________ >kAble < So, there they were... The human debris of choice and indecision... Lined-up-oh-so-orderly...Wipe the hangover from your minds... And denial from your hearts... LAB-RAT-species... Crawl into your polling booth... And do your master's jig...Cause and effect... How fucking ironic... We only know consequence after tasting the bitterness of experience...Politicians > how I abhor them... Shylocks... Gutter-crawlers... Line your own pockets... And drown us in the karma of your deceit...< vOyA > Or the karma of our own ignorance....To be honest.... it's the lies we live by that fascinate me.... And standing in that line with so many others.... hope on my mind for something even marginally better than this world of assassin extremists, pandemic threat.... of the brutality of World War Terror.... HecK, I just wanted Rumi's huge fluid freedom where the enemy of the individual.... the enemy of personal freedoms > doesn't exist at all....>kabLe < Hmmm... Politics > narcosis of the nation... Peddled by sleazy salesmen with cheap promises... And rictus grins of insincerity... They're crawling on all fours... >> Just as we all are... May I add... >> A reality of extremes... I like that... Reality of desperation... Spoilt for choice.... Don't make me laugh... Both options look pretty fucking grim here, folks... Better the devil you know Prophecy for sleepwalkers, I say... The undead... For a mass population hell-bent on survival... damn you... Architects of your own destruction... For electing the schoolyard bully again... damn you... When will you ever learn?< vOyA > deny.... deny.... deny.... responsibility that is. I mean, the survival of the species requires extreme adaptation.... extreme self-deception.... unthinkable compromise.But no, let's not think too much.... let's just stand quietly in line.... false hopes circling.... caught in a choke-hold.... with only two choices really > one bad, one worse....I mean... it's no secret.... in Politics, choice is relative.... and choice, it seems, is always ruled by money....Mmmm.... Randomness, helplessness.... the dynamics of belief.... ruled it seems > by our suspicious minds.... __________________________________________"Our logic is at fault if we ignore the fact that right is founded on brute force and even today needs violence to maintain it." < Sigmund Freud > __________________________________________> kabLe < Good old Freud... Still bloody relevant... Brute force... Violence... Sobriety... Tools for daily-living, didn't you know...Ivory Towers... Medieval Ideologies... Middle-class-pathogens with an agenda... Lethal >> Parasites >> One-foot-in-the-grave-the-other-in-the-coffers... Feeding their gluttonous hearts... Writing their nation's epitaphs... False hope... An election promise... Vote out of fear... Never out of optimism...< vOyA > No.... None of that standard-issue paranoia anymore.... I mean.... this is the 21st century mind.... a continuity of consciousness and confusion.... of total damn fear waiting for the global CODE RED....I tell you.... we're past the tipping point.... Over the spin-machine puking uncertainty.... The political terrorism in the name of safety.Seriously, does anybody in this crazy-ass world have the humanity to stop this endless warring.... this cycle of destruction that is the history of our species?Surely the pattern demands it.... from somewhere other than the political-caste....< to be continued.... of course >

Ramblings of Dangerous Minds....

dialogueovervodka — Sun, 19 Sep 2004 08:55:15 EDT

bY kabLe & < vOyA > "I sensed that a primitive religion was being born, a faith in search of a god to worship. Congregations roamed the streets, hungry for a charismatic figure who would emerge sooner or later from the wilderness of a suburban shopping mall and the scent of a promising wind of passion and credulity." - Millennium People > J.G.Ballard.> kable < Faith is a curse... A malignancy that feeds death and destruction... Bow to Mecca... Bow to False Freedoms... Bow to the deities who deceive us... Rape the coffers of our very souls... Drench us in the blood of Religious dystopia...By the hand of Allah... By the hand of God... Pray tell... What's the fucking difference? > vOya > Appearance. Motive. Manipulation. "Nothing else to fucking live for."This holy belief as Politics, as War, Patriotism, Excess > some fucked up man-made Retribution. Endless in its scope it seems. Endless in its attraction to some crazed narcosis.... a slow slow oblivion for us all. Thousands of years so far. The hope of this new millennium so quickly disappearing. This future shock like razor blades in toffee apples.... > kabLe > Yes... Yes... Always... An American couple was told to remove their flag from their front porch... Seems it had some patriotic hyperbole stamped all over its hallowed edges... Fucking hypocrites... The-powers-that-be, that is...Freedom of speech... What a bloody joke...That damn, First Amendment... Hollow anticipation of an impossible ideal... The foundations of the great, American Dream... Everyone's terrified... Of the power of modern warfare... Of the next newsfeed.. Of their own shadows...Hierarchy is hierarchy... Pox on its east and western philosophy....< vOyA > Yes, human power and seniority and well, this explosive collision of beliefs....people fucking executing people > bombs, machetes, rocket-propelled grenades. This senseless, hopeless never-ending program that has no fucking end music or closing credits. A damn slaughterhouse on planet earth.... and we get the scoop.... wide-sceen, Corpse-Cam > the real Reality TV.And then, well, more good news.... Think the birds. Further down the hierarchy, the food-chain, yes.... but of the food-chain nonetheless. I mean, do you remember the mass slaughter of millions of foul in East Asia earlier this year.... thanks to the avian flu? 23 people dead and all those chickens that had to just disappear. But, BUT >>> in a meeting in Shanghai last week, well.... this H5N1 flu-virus as it's known, now with its "super fit" strain, forced the World Health Organization to state that a human pandemic is "very likely".... Our corruption seems so complete > don't you think?> kabLe < Didn't you know... It's part of our DNA... Bloody wonderful, I say... It's coming at us on all fronts... It's open-season-on-fucking-humanity...I'm thinking... Population Control... Oh > and may I just add > You forgot to mention ... The Federal Assault Weapon ban has been lifted... Mmm... What's a few more casualties between friends? A few more armed mercenaries stalking the sidewalks...Oh, Mr President... God Bless your New America... Hot tears rolling down fat republican cheeks... You arm your citizens well...< vOyA > Yes, you arm them very well Mr President.... and your prison population passed two million on June 30, 2002. For the first time in history > no less. ....Death row is like some strange booby-trap > the murderers and the innocents staring blankly ahead. The "unconventional weapons" are everywhere, you know....Instability.... is everywhere.... spreading into everything. A narcotic gas masterminded by our own species. > kabLe < Yes... "Unconventional weapons"... I like that...And remember... We've yet to taste the sweet, sweet narcosis of the election...Tick... Tick... Tick... As the votes click over... Here's hoping that diebold bitch tallies it fair... Mind you, doesn't look like Florida's about to holler too loudly... Still picking up the pieces.... Always at the epicenter of the storm...< vOyA > And here we have Fox News, dumping Ivan for their latest main event.... BIG STORY: "October Plan" "... to target potential terrorist sympathizers".Mmm... an aggressive surveillance plan to stop Al Qaeda's mission.... to disrupt the American election process. I mean, what do you think Mr Moore? Keep those bad guys away while diebold computes.... an uncertain future into being.> kabLe < If everyone's armed to the hilt.... What does it matter?< vOyA > I just think everything is shaped by death. Our only fate in the end no matter who the hell we are. No matter our place in the world's hierarchy.... no matter our motives for survival. But I just wonder.... How close do we want that end to be? I mean surely collective stupidity isn't the evolutionary leap.... We all secretly hope for....> kabLe < If we stay on our current course... Sooner rather than later... And not by accident... By design...But there again... Actions of the Masters.... And their Servants... Will determine our survival...Just remember... "Guided by the hand of God..." Repeat it... Softly... Softly... Softly... Until it all begins to actually make sense...What a lethal fucking combination... < to be continued.... of course >

COME TO ME...MOMMA

dialogueovervodka — Sun, 12 Sep 2004 00:23:22 EDT

bY >kabLe and < vOyA > "The world in the twenty-first century is in many ways a catastrophe for children, which means, of course, that the future itself arrives already damaged." - LANCE MORROW, Evil: An Investigation > kabLe > Words seem so fucking hollow, right now .. I prefer the silence... >> deep and empty >> My mind filled with images of children... Sacrificial bloody lambs... Traumatized by fear... By the horrors inflicted upon them... By their short passage through the corridors of an eternally barbaric human species...Damn, I hate this post-9/11 world... < vOyA > ... here before we bloody well realized. I mean, I try to think pre-millennium, pre-nine-eleven > just a moment of that feeling. Please. But no > it's just all filmreel-noiR, strangely creepy. Strangely make-believe. It was always doomed you see. Fate, it seems, shapes all perceptions. > kabLe < Fate... We're back to that Darwinian whore, again... What etermines-your-place-in-the-food-chain-when-terrorism-comes-a-blasting... What kind of madness is preferable... Empirical denial... >> or the ruthless fanaticism of the suicide belt >> Or headlines bathed in the cold-blooded murder of the innocent...They were fucking children, for Chris sake... < vOyA > Yes, the children.... their terror, their nothingness. Ours now to own. Crazed little voices wishing for total fucking oblivion... for anything but this. But really, it's always been the scramble of the half-naked body. The brutality of blood wars.Politics and religion > humanity's old malignant Enemy. My... how it kills with such finality. > kabLe < I'm just trying to make sense of this, really... But there's no fucking sense... The world is a fortress... Epitaph's bleeding from a thousand, global Ground Zero's... From shallow graves and rigged-gymnasiums... More suicide bombers... Insidious bastards... Virus'....5-year-old Elizabeth Manuela Musu... Mouth open >> tiny fingers clenched... Almost naked... Clothes blown from her small frame... Charred by the winds of Jakarta's Islamic butchers... An orphan... A witness... A little girl who will never feel the warmth of her mother's embrace again...Why is life so fucking cheap? < vOya > Cheap and ruthlessly commodified... recreated in our own damn internal cinemateques where the lights are permanently down low... >>>The blood in Jakarta's rubble. Beslan's eternal grave. The deathly fear in Liberty's shadow. Can any of this have a happy end? Lower Manhatten, Sept 11, 2004. The silence is still there. Where white noise can't even penetrate. 'Steel in the sky by 2006.' A safe Freedom Tower... The tallest for this New-World-Trade-Center >the 911 Memorial Site >>>with 10 million square feet of planned office space... for the dreaded future to fill.< to be continued... of course >

FEAR & LOATHING IN NYC

dialogueovervodka — Mon, 30 Aug 2004 20:37:44 EDT

by voYa & kable>kable< So, I turned on the TV today... ill-prepared for what greeted me... Thousands of protestors lining the catacombs of New York City... The mood was tense... The Placard nirvana in full flow... Anti-Bush sentiment-flying-every-which-fucking-way... Thank god for the masses I say... Thank god for the 'silent majority'... Rising against the tide of dictatorship...Thank god for a reason to finally believe... in hope again...< vOyA > Yes yes. You know, some believe the catacomb is the subconscious mind itself. Imagine that. All those protestors finally reclaiming that damn public space again. Shifting the attempted restoration of NYC post-9/11 beneath that ominous amber glare > the flailing reconstituted World Power bubble pre-9/11, back into the realms of PURE national consciousness. Ahhh > what a strange strange move Mr President. Empowering the "people" like that. But more so > endangering the "people" like that.I mean, seriously, this is the most expensive national convention in American history. 18 months in the planning > (US)$60+ million to ward off terrorists and "troublemakers". Land, sea, air >>> every fucking thing barricaded, watched, GUARDED. But is anybody really safe, Mr President?>kable< Dear Mr President ... Gabe Hudson was on the money, honey ... indeed.. It's an open-letter to you, Mr Bush... Either way, the enemy {apparently} is no longer cloaked in the burqa of 'jihad'... It's within everyday Americans-with-an-axe-to-grind... It's within the boiling rage of the ' faceless' majority'... >> launching 'anti-administration' sentiments like rocket-propelled-grenades >>Sick of the lies... Sick of living in fear... Yes...Yes... Demonstrations... Giving a voice to the 'casualties' of the Bush-war-machine... Damn politicians... Damn-used-car-bloody-salesmen...How dare they put a full-stop on our tomorrow...< vOyA > Yes, please tell me > "Who are the REAL terrorists?" Damn those placard-carriers don't even need slogans. No need to dumb down anything when you're those supposed "America haters" talking about > life and death and threat. And terrorism... I remember ... online one day, in a chat room. Bombs just exploding in Iraq. This global chat was bristling > opinions firing onto my screen faster than I could scroll. Outrage. Terror. Fear. Right and Wrong. Morals, Philosophies > Arguments. But, well, nothing from the Americans. Nothing at all.And then, suddenly > "I don't have a right to an opinion." For a moment, the scroll stopped. This American finally writing words that nobody could believe. I mean, what's happened to that golden land of the BRAVE and FREE?>kable< IT NEVER EXISTED... I think Americans are terrified of being labeled... 'un-American'... To criticize their beloved President is to criticize the very cloth that they're cut from... But, hey...this isn't about the stars and stripes bringing a patriotic tear to the eye... It's about the cold and stark fear that >submerges > them each waking moment... The crackdown's begun.... The surveillance net is all around.. Slowly...but...surely... Draconian actions are now enslaving a nation... And I feel for those > Americans ... I truly do...I feel their damn shame... I feel their damn fear...Trickling... Trickling...I feel their damn polarity > tearing them apart...< vOyA > Tearing us all apart. Honestly it is. To be alive > is to be polarised. The assault on the individual, the expectation to conform in this forlorn, digitized world no matter what > so damn overwhelming.This terror of anticipation. The horror of the dreaded event. Or maybe, just for now, that Hitchcockean mind-vision of continual suspense ... where everything is wound so fucking tight that it's really hard to live and breathe without something inside just retreating > away from our own humanity. To just detach.Tell me ... what should we believe in? Society is such a lethal predator > and the mind can be such a hard place to live in. Lose that sense of self and well, that mask of sanity may just slip >>>"The hand of God is guiding the affairs of this nation," says Mr President. WTF??? Is this guy serious? >kable< Absolutely... With every fiber of his being... With every breath in his body... So help me, god... Some scientist believe that we evolve religious belief as a survival-mechanism... And that as human beings we're naturally "hardwired" to the very subscription of belief "..It's sobering... Meglomanical... So... eyes wide open >>dragging us deeper and deeper into the new Dark Ages... There's this haunting image... Part of the protest in NYC... It was called < eyes wide open > It exhibited pairs of soldier's boots > empty > blank white cards tagged to their memory... These boys leave in a blur of glory... And return in wooden boxes... Shielded from our daily 'newsfeed' lens... Shielded from the glory and gratitude that they so richly deserve...Gee, thanks Mr President... You're a swell, kinda guy ... I only hope that you can sleep at night...< vOyA > As a member of the human species > well, I can hardly sleep at all. Right now, that's the truth. This sense of helplessness, the globe's anonymous masses just flung about by the CONTROLLING FEW ... where's the peace in that Mr President? Where's the peace for those moms and dads frantically buying their soldier-children Inceptor vests your nearly half-trillion-dollar military budget can't seem to afford? And this > only the tip of some horrifying truth. I mean, will we ever know to what extent this War Of Terror has wrought upon us all?...Georges Bataille > you're so right ... " ... by far the most terrifying things are those which elude us." < to be continued ... of course >

FLESH CONSUMER FUSION

dialogueovervodka — Wed, 25 Aug 2004 22:41:45 EDT

BY kable & voYa >kaBle < so...there was this news story... about this chik who was 266kg, who had to be surgically removed from the sofa where she had spent the last five years...apparently, this 40-year-old-woman's skin had fused to the fabric of her couch in Hurricane Central >> Florida... Hmmm...gives a whole new spin to the term, 'couch-corpse'...< vOyA > I mean, really > gluttony is a fucker don't you think? Consume, gorge > swallow swallow. And then, all of a sudden, DNA mutation. Inside, outside ... Flesh. Couch. Insanity. INSANITY. I ask you, isn't this something akin to the woo-woo mysteries of human self-combustion? The consumer fucking consumed. Seriously, singed feet in blackened shoes is a horrible remnant for a human life. As is a dead big chik on an operating table somewhere with too much mutilated flesh.>kaBle < yes...mmm...I've been thinking about this (while you were just typing your epic)...It is DNA mutation, but it's also biological/organ-ial euthanasia... slowly, slowly... It's marination of the body and the soul.. supersiZe me...gorge me...gluttonize me... and do-it-just-because-it's-there-for-the-taking- quarterpounders-doublepounders-cholesterol-heart-attack-fucking pounders... it'll turn your liver to pate... and, yet >> meanwhile >> somewhere... free of logoism and national greed... people ARE still starving... anorexic ghosts with a lightness of spirit that we will never know... whose meal for the evening, folks, consists of a blade of bloody grass... < vOyA > I think sado-bloody-masochism > for the Western World. Its own form of self-mutating torture. Self-annihilation, obliteration ... That slow slow suicide that we damn well hope we're not committing > right now in some way.I mean > Addiction is such a comforting Bitch. Sly, territorial, mysterious. TERRORISTIC. There to fill any space you so fucking desire. And no matter what, no matter how hard you try and resist, go all MONASTIC even, Addiction, her Desires, damn well appears. So what are you to do? I mean, well > how far is really TOO LATE? How far is fusion-with-couch? >kaBle < it's extreme armchair sport...swipe yourself a gold-medal for comfort.... Because, like, that's what it is... I say, less >> ADDICTION >> more comfort.... What could be easier? Live vicariously through the changing seasons of your 4 x lounge room walls... Watch it fade and decay... Watch your own body melt into its own-hand-picked, personally moulded executioner's chair... It's a place where care seeks no refuge... It's bodily lobotomy... It's slow and torturous suicide...< vOyA > Okay, okay. Where pray tell > do we seek such comfort without that Bitch Addiction sneaking in? I mean, if we do what comforts us the most, most of the time >>> isn't that Her again? Isn't that RISK again? >kaBle < I honestly don't bloody know... It's all about stimulation and fetish... >> Bondage of the soul. >> Escapism...in all shapes and forms...< vOyA > That's it really ... we're all Run Lola fucking Run. Minus the damn fine soundtrack that is. Well > most of the time anyway ... but I can't say I don't love the WHOOSH. You know the one ... when everything goes just damn well insane. When the detachment just snaps and you're suddenly inside something crazy-ass mad ... so damn well desireous you just can't imagine anything else. Fleeting or lifetime long > there's a comfort in that ... surely. >kaBle < always... although I have to ask which addiction this 266kg chik was feeding?... it's not just gluttony... it's pure nihilism.. stasis... slow-mo... sinking deeper and deeper into the flesh of self-loathing... it's as self-destructive as the man who siphons sexual-gratification from being kicked in the head... or as tragically pathetic as the dude sitting in a hotel room in New York >> beating off to the words from an invisible stranger on-screen >> what are they seeking? Comfort from their own, damn, eternal silence....< vOyA > Yes yessss > and fighting off the fear of death maybe. I mean, that death rattle is the biggest fucking fear. The one that no matter what this world of ours offers up, will always be there. This whole concept of life > the one that survives and survives no matter the age ... maybe that's what we need to rethink. Inertia is the greatest enemy > in thought as much as anything else. We are nomads. In every aspect."The release of atomic energy marks a great revolution in human history, but not ... the final and most searching revolution. This really revolutionary revolution is to be achieved, not in the external world, but in the souls and flesh of human beings." - ALDOUS HUXLEY, Brave New World >kaBle < My thoughts exactly, Mr Huxley... Inertia, absolutely, Missy voYa...< vOyA > We think we're moving, civilizing ourselves > you know, edging towards some great human NIRVANA with all this technology and what not. I mean, we can live longer, look better (with the cash of course) and well, on and on the capitalist mantra goes. Yet we could equally, and totally, well destroy ourselves. Such is human potential ... If only Mr Huxley were here now. What damn place would he call this? >kaBle < dystopia, my dear, Holmes! Total human narcolepsy... Brave New World? Yes...yes Fusion into that great and mysterious fabric of the millennially unknown... Flesh, spirit, soul and all...HOW GOOD DOES IT FEEL TO BE HUMAN? < to be continued...of course >