GOD Save The Queen But For Us The DEVIL

God save the Queen!… But what then for us, the Queens people? Her loyal subjects? I guess, save us for the Devil then.
Save for him (the Devil) our centuries (all our known histories) of self-inflicted, short-
sighted, submissiveness. Save him all our bred obedience’s in intellectual individuality and Will;… Our ill-advised, and Systematic, Deconstruction and simplification of our unique passions and language(s)(I.e. Once that a proper language has all structure (rules)
and complexity taken-away (unlearned) from it, and becomes-,”common in tongue”; in nature (“street”, “ghetto”, “plebeian”, “bohemian”…, “working-class” etc. etc.), the re-birth
(or savage regression) of the next cultural  [D]evolution thus begins: And what is born from this regression and  [D]evolution?… A simpleminded depthless ignorant argumen-
tative dangerous and violent peoples; Who are endlessly agitated by a (an otherwise benign) pulsating, swerving, passion that they can no-longer even adequately contem-
plate, distinguish, categorize, control, or even productively cultivate)….Save for him especially or politically and socially (morals) domestic laziness, an boorish, nurtured dependencies and greed (of shiny colorful trinkets)!

Save for him (the Devil) our manual-laborer arrogance carved thick into the faces of our weathered, herd-like, docile expressions… (though carved even thicker still into those filthy features of all those millions of brutalized and murdered-…”Symbols”, of somewhat
, yet comfortably enough, detached likenesses of ourselves), that lay suspiciously arranged throughout those (politically sensitive; so therefore, vulnerable) pages of our victorious (Editorialized) books of histories: For it’s well documented, that it is those, the victor, who writes such histories!

Save us for the Devil then. The lower-middle-working-class masses-. But please O please GOD!… Save what we are told (And bred to never ever dare to Question) too hold most Dear: Property. Profit. Industry, Expansion. Government(overreach). As well as any and all other [Established] institutions of [Centralized] Authority!!

The Fall

On a night long-ago, in the Bookstore that me and my wife were shopping, i just happened to notice, as we were strolling along the aisles talking, a book by
JAMES FRANCO: PALO ALTO, displayed on one of the bookshelves…, Which, being
the clever wit that i am; i very quickly proceeded to bring this Title to her Attention
…. She has after-all, “A slight [Thing]” for him you see.  And so i asked her if she wanted to buy it.
Her reply to me was this: No, she said, he’s too good-looking to be a good writer….
…?

So what may we (and by we naturally i mean [I]) deduce from this little astute observation and tail Ladies and Gentlemen…? I will tell you what [WE] may deduce  from this little observation! Either One-. That i am an unattractive man. Or Two-…
That my writing is SHIT!…
Now with that being said. And now out-there for the whole World. I guess i should also confess to you this: Sitting here at my desk, right-now; I truly cannot decide which of these two options I’d prefer it to be!

On Academic Political Cultism In American History Studies

You may only, correctly and legitimately, [criticaly judge] or [condemn] the actions and the words of an historical figure, or of an historical event and time, by thought-
lessly shackling yourself to a corruptive illusionary fixed picture of a [Timeless] human nature…. Or you may also do it by shedding yourself of all (post-)gained advancements in theoretical and empirical abstract logic concerning our social experiences, cultural growth and exchange, as well as in any successes, and failures, involving political and social experimentation, Revolutions, and the erratic fluctuation in the WILL of the Peoples; Along-side any significant evolutions and re-
fortifications in spiritual and theological theories-and-systems. From that (their) particular moment in time, too this (your) particular present moment in time… (which i hope that we can all come to an agreement that such an objective shedding of presence-of-mind and current learning, is not only an impossibiliy, but also a fool-
ishness in meaningless plays at Self-ennoblements and promotions).
For we are only, in the end, the collective advancements or degeneratives of (their) past time. And only exist as Biased observers, over a frameworked summery, of their [past] time: For we are the true beneficiaries of the gradual accumulation, in heredtary information, of One Directional Time (and the detachments in passions and calluses that that entails).

So in conclusion. You may only, in the studies of [Human] Histories, observe… Abstractly (completely detached and removed by a accumulative informational depository and intellectual curev), in attempts at deciphering potential signs too patterns. Or to examine isolated causes and effects. Or to study the various circmsta-
nces in social customs, traditions, institutions, political expansions, and constitutional debates; As well as any and all time pacific limitations (for example, the archaic stage of the tools available to them for any type or branch of scientific experimentation), concerniong the choices in their decision making.
For the only true legitimate purpose for historical studies is to better inform ourselves; And to better train our eyes, and to construct a more formable intuition, in recognizing the early stages (still preventable) in National and Cultural and Ethical pitfalls and Disintegrations, concerning the difficulties too our own decision making (with only the primitive tools, and current exten to our knowledge, available to us in our own time). Anything beyond that. Any type of judgment and condemnation is only a perversion in intellect, as well as a degenritive path which can only lead to a progressive degeneration, class submissiveness, cultural ignorance
,violent political upheavals (with no supporting idea for a functional replacement),
social and national and communal discord, fragmented personalities, and an eventual Deathly Silencing of the (political voting minority) (which F.Y.I. is the real idea and purpose behind the Electoral College: A safeguard against an uneducated Majority Tyranny)Poeple under a heavy handed Authoritative Political Cult!

The Birth Of An Enemy

The first consequences of war: When the complete Destruction Annihilation and Stripping (of Dignity and Properties), as well as an Occupying Dominance of your Enemy, is closest at hand…. When Absolute total Victory is all but Written (whether involving cultural, moral, social, economic, or political  basic articles of faith); You will find (to your own eventual Detriment) that all that you have truly succeeded
in accomplishing, is not a secure path to a peaceful future… But only a clearing of the
fields, and a sowing of the seeds; The Birth, Creation, and Education of an even greater, more Dangerous, and often times more Radicalized and Violent (to your Ideological Principals) Enemy of your National and Cultural and Spiritual Identity,
from the ashes of the war-torn.

This is the True Story, and Consequences, of Human History in War and Victory!

On What We Have Lost / or, On The Mistaken Identity Of Conspiracy

Methinks there are idle hands at play…, and i am told that these are the hands that the Devil will play.

Methinks there is Revolution and Corruption Afoot; Though only if we stick to a loose academic definition of the word…Revolution. Though a Revolution none-
the-less: I only here bring attention  to the values of definitions;  Or to be more precise…, to the values of Words, for i believe that this Revolution is lacking in its most essential components for any true, relevant, insurrection or Revolution (take your pick); specially in terms of achieving any-sort of positive action or change. and that is that it’s lacking,  in part or in whole, physical intellectual and or personal Risk! For this is a Revolution in whispers and in #Hashtags#. This is an under-the-breath, back-turned  (while walking away from direct interaction), Cyber-insurrection…. And in the end you will find, an inept Revolution.
It’s a Revolution (like most, to all, Revolutions) frenzied into prominence on the opaque wings of the dulled intuition of the poorly read (mass) public that is being endlessly and vigorously, if not haphazardly, prayed-upon by, the narrowly read, Ideological Zealots who can erect any-given difficulty into a “Secret Society” conspiracy (of a global scale), by routinely mistaking an opportunistic greed of a chance situation, for a cleverly manipulated Despotic Conspiracy… or again, by routinely mistaking the consequence for the cause: And this by the way is where the only True [ Functional ], blooming, “Conspiracy” lays; Not in the grottiest absurd dysfunctional greed of a few!* But in the lazy actions (our shameful neglect in independent study), and Forfeit (of our self-Responsibilities in action and self-governance), and incompetence (of We The People
… the economic, commercial, and voting Power!)…. It lays in our most beloved Patron
Saint: non-committal Mediocrity!

Methinks that we have lost the Luxury…. The stomach. The Humanity. The breeding.
The vulnerability of growth, for a truly objective self analysis in Meditation and Silence (most tragically…, the Silence).
Or even the sensibility. The pure Human wonderment and beautiful limitations, to simply ask why?… For what purpose; And to what ends?… And not so much as to what we, [ Individually ], might gain (though this point must not be too overly down
played just to suit our modern (feel-good) Liberal “Dogmas”; The importance and instinct for individual gain-and-security…, for what other reason have we for communal participation and social intercourse?), but more importantly: To what we… as “persons”, might possibly lose!

*I do not mean to suggest that conspiracy is only a wild hair-brain fantasy conjured up by an overly active imagination. nor do i mean to suggest that i do not even believe in  conspiracies. I do. It’s just that True organized, Deep-state, conspiracies are rarities, and that 9 out-of 10 times, if you look, you will find, if you can strip away , best you can, your religious and political Ideology and bias, that it is only a (detached) (self-interest) opportunistic greed merely  capitalizing on our shockingly Cavalier indifference, and civil and political non- involvement!

NABOKOV’S LOT

Come alittle bit closer please…. Yes Yes, just a few more steps is all. Just so
that i can see you a bit more clearly.
Yes Yes, that’s good. Just to there. There you see? There is where i am able
to best preserve. Where i am able to best rebirth color, vibration, and all
other various textures of my senses.
May i ask you your name?… Yes! I know that name! Its rudimentary purpose
anyhow. Though there must be something of my youth; Or my general being,
that’s letting something get lost in its designed translation.
Can you come just a little bit closer please?… Just to here? Yes Yes, just to
here. Just within the burdensome shadows of my selfishness.
Have you been standing there long, listening to me trying to justify my own
gilt?… My Poetry?… My tragedy? My self-pity seems to have no limits, nor
decency, i’m afraid.
Let me first start off by apologizing to you for conjuring you up again like
this; But you see…… No, never mind. That is for another time in another place.
… It’s just that i have been reading this book of poetry: The Collected Poems
Of VLADIMIR NABOKOV…. Yes Yes, you were always very understanding of
in securities concerning my awkwardnesses.
But in this book of poetry there is this poem: Evening On A Vacant Lot. And
while reading this poem i was shaken by a (yours) Deaths face!
May i read some of this poem to you?
“Across the vacant lot in darkening dust
I glimpse a slender hound with snow-white coat.
lost, i presume. but in the distance sounds
insistently and tenderly a whistling.
And in the twilight toward me a man
comes, calls. I recognize
your energetic stride. You haven’t
changed much since you died.” … THERE! DO YOU SEE! There is where your
(Deaths) face rattled me!…
You, who has lost your life…. And me who is looking for its PITY!

I still remember…, Or at least, I can still re-imagine your stride. Your mischievous
grin. Yourrrr… No! let’s not go there.
For once in my life, let it not be about me!