If the elections go forward and “Biden” the emanation of Satan wins will “normalcy” survive? Or if the Once President and “Pretender” to the position is re-selected as a wrathful avenger of all the ills of our time, the emanation no matter how improbable of St. George the dragon killer what then? Of course this scenario arises with me from slumber on March 19 and no one knows what the Solstice shall bring let alone the Absurd theater of November.
The wise hear whispers as the TV images and noise disinforms and creates a largely shared public myth, as do our books on politics and history and law, as do our pundits proclaiming truth from the various platforms used to magnify their importance for use of fine sounding language and astute weaving of myths into a garment hiding the nakedness of power.
After 2020 there was not even left a shell of a Republic. Habits yes, medical professionals recognize the phantom limb syndrome but political science does not recognize it. Instead of saying there is no arm friend, no legs, half the head now steel from the Covid Conquista, your faux Republic merely pure Oligarchy under guise of law, your elections a ratification of tyranny, your elected rulers petty demons awaiting a tap on the shoulder or a black eye to rouse themselves to mischief instead of performing the role as a no play character, our political science murmurs of data and sentiment and party and turnout for the soccer match in a number of counties and states where the numbers dance with angels on pinheads in a blue beam of light.
I am not a pundit. I know so little. I dropped out 40 years ago and can’t find my way back home to that now lost country to climb the ladder once more. I read, I consider what I read, I have opinions and I share them, what I can say with considerable authority is without some major emotional turning away from emotional dependency on the State our nation will make Yugoslavia a nice summer day. And that pious hope of the Globalist is for exactly this collapse. I have given you fair warning said Lamantia.
"I Have Given Fair Warning"
(Philip Lamantia)
I have given fair warning
Chicago New York Los Angeles have gone down
I have gone to Swan City with the ghost of Maldoror may still roam
The South is very civilized
I have eaten rhinoceros tail
It is the last night among crocodiles
Albion opens his fist in a palm grove
I shall watch speckled jewel grow on the back of warspilt horses
Exultation rides by
A poppy the size of the sun in my skull
I have given fair warning
at the time of corpses and clouds I can make love here as
anywhere
Whitman before him spoke- in dare I say a more optimistic hour-
Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,
Arouse! Arouse-for you must justify me-you must answer.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you, and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
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