Sunday, November 22, 2009

Who Killed Kenny?

On November 22nd, 1963, in Dallas, Texas, JFK, the President of the USA, was assassinated. As he died, so too an idea about the Presidency itself died with him. The idea was that a person of integrity could, as President, effect change in a pro-active way, and through collective means enact the will of the people.

After the untimely death of John F. Kennedy the Legislative-Military-Industrial complex was largely in-charge. After JFK, the line of Presidential succession is problematic in being spotty regards the leadership of the President-as-Commander. Each subsequent President after Kennedy was, by comparison, lacking in either charisma or integrity until the1980 election of Ronald Reagan.

Reagan had the charm of a seasoned, professional, communicator but his integrity was that of a cold, corporate, Christian conservative and his agenda was directly against women, children, people-of-colour, the poor, most minorities, the left, the center, and even parts of their own right-wing.

After Reagan comes the Bush-Clinton era, a total of twenty years where the promise was always more and better than any result. The population, acclimated over two decades of mediocrity and disappointment from Reagan to Clinton were certainly not ready for the following eight, Son-of-Bush, years.

Dub’ya loved Ronald Reagan, his father’s boss, in a way not entirely natural nor wholesome. Reagan became, in Little Bush’s mind, the paragon of leadership and command. From his swaggering cowboy poses to his disdain for work and duty, from their ferocious times as Governor to their choices of political wives the lives and paths of these two psychopaths is remarkably similar. Other than Clinton, who is actually the Anti-Reagan, Bush Junior and Ronnie were the only two-term Presidents since Eisenhower!

Interestingly the same men that killed Kennedy, who ran Nixon, and invented Reagan as Presidential-material were the same men that started the war in Iraq (Rumsfeld, Cheney, et al). It all links back to the Nazi-supporter Prescott Bush, Dubya’s Grandfather and perhaps the single most responsible person in the conspiracy to kill JFK. Prescott Bush, who along with other power-brokers, originally sought to overthrow President Franklin Delano Rooseveldt (FDR).

From a 2007 report by BBC4 Investigations:
"In 1933, Marine Corps Maj.-Gen. Smedley Butler was approached by a wealthy and secretive group of industrialists and bankers, including Prescott Bush the former President's father and grandfather, who asked him to command a 500,000 strong rogue army of veterans that would help stage a coup to topple then President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. According to the BBC, the plotters intended to impose a fascist takeover and "Adopt the policies of Hitler and Mussolini to beat the great depression.”

I propose that in 1963, thirty years later, these conspirators got their act together and having eliminated the young, idealistic, President they convinced his replacement (Johnson) to do exactly as they told him, start-up Vietnam, and then resign as soon as possible which ushered in the era of Nixon. As Willy Shakespear said so eloquently, “Oh, what a wicked web we weave when we practice to deceive.”

The cabal is by now so completely-in-charge, so confident of their ability and in control that it is of little importance what person or party is thought to “be in power” as they and everyone else that matters knows who and what is truly in power and it’s name is not Obama. Bastards.

For the actual, factual, evidence goto:
www.prisonplanet.comarticlesjuly2007/240707fascistcoup.htm

© 2009 Leigh Richard Wolf

Differences

(Betwixt and Between)
The mettle of her mixture is found in brass below
Just how hard will she push it? How far will she go?

The presence of Woman, the final factor of existence
Is the telling of her truth about the power of resistance

The essence of Woman, as breath escapes our lips
Is the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips

The power of Woman is life lived to it’s fullness
The luxury of living is a fuel feeding her furnace

The blessing of Woman is the way that she relates
In loving compassion for the things that she creates

The curse of a Woman is terror from men’s hands
Misogyny in many colours comes from many lands

The birth of a Woman is cause for celebration
For thinking, caring, people found in every nation

The life of a Woman has never had better potential
Honouring both the source and her force is essential

The strength of a Woman is that which sets her free
Her earning and then owning that freedom is the key

The mettle of her mixture is found in brass below
Just how hard she will push is exactly how far she will go!

© 2009 Leigh Richard Wolf

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Anti-Remembrance Day

Every year I am plagued by the celebrations of November 11th. What should be hailed as No More War Day is instead a victory festival for the honored military dead. To honor these dead is to honor the concept of warfare and I refuse to do so.

In a complete mash-up of how things should be, the forces of hate and death are ruling supreme this year with the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq revving along quite fiercely. The governments of the West are complicit in the deaths of hundreds of thousands, of mostly Moslems, and show little signs of stopping any time soon.

The economies of the West depend on warfare, and weapons manufacturing, to keep their countries running. In the U.S.A., it is said that fifty percent of their GDP is war-related. Without a war to fight, or at least a war on the horizon, the USA goes broke. Broke is unacceptable to the vast majority of Americans who would rather kill brown, or yellow, or red people than starve and suffer.

We need a day dedicated to peace, not this intermidible day of tired comments about veterans and their kills. What about a day to celebrate all the non-soldiers killed in war? A day for the collateral damage? How about a United Nations Army that keeps both sides from open hostilities? Ideas like these are critical if we ever want to eliminate global hostilities.

The point is that remembering only the fallen soldiers is fruitless. A soldier, by definition, has given up their choice. In other words, they choose to be around bullets and bombs. The little child dying from a schrapnel wound has no choice but to suffer. Until the Eleventh of November is turned around from a day of celebrating dead soldiers and becomes an international day of protest against all warfare and violence... I will spend the day in private protest, in my room, eating treats, watching sports.

© 2009 Leigh Richard Wolf

Monday, November 2, 2009

Christ and the Chaosium

The great writer, now dead, Robert Anton Wilson rarely used the word Christianity without substituting the letter X for the name of Christ. His revulsion of such “abuse of the divine” led him to castigate the unholy, political, creation of Constantine the Great at every opportunity. In the spirit of R.A.W. I offer The Xtian Song which, at this point of my life, says it all for me.

THE XTIAN SONG
The Christian Slayer made Christian Bail
Before being released from Christmas jail
Christianity as placebo, a religion in a pill
A poultice for the ego, with capacity to kill

The murder of any human is not cause for celebration
The burden of that man makes us all pause to ask why
Lessons leaned from Christ hold collective devastation
Redemption’s ever earned, never gifted from on high

Combining their logos from earlier times
With a white laundry list of industrial crimes
Justified suspicions makes one pause and think
The christian-corporate-coalition still in sync

This coalition rules from top floor in a high black ivory tower
Where Pope, President, and Jehovah are meeting to conspire
Banker-bandits rip off the poor while the lawyer-liars turn sour
Plans to destroy the middle-classes demand the poor rewire

It matters not where we go, tri-domination of dominion
Christianity as performance art, at a point now lost in time
Declaring Lassi and Benji had no soul was simply their opinion
Constantine betrayed his heart by welding grace to his crime

Baking crispy critters out of flour, salt, and water
Making sacred shapes for the holy father’s daughter
Such dogma is destructive as the environment will tell
Remember, heaven on earth means you’re manifesting hell

© 2009 Leigh Richard Wolf