Society no longer tolerates knocking hats off people's heads, and anyways: there's no port here where men shove off to battle with leviathan. I only know one captain, and unfortunately I don't think he is sailing at the moment.
No. Those are the old ways. They're long gone, and not replaced. What, then, when faced with time's ceaseless assault? or where, or how? Our elders speak to us in dead letters--and this against the spectacle of the present so carefully prepared and articulated by theire media?
What to do with this. I guess the answer is peculiar to each. I am simply leaving.
And leaving behind these thoughts on political philosophy and the design of our blessed republic. That public thing it took us two thousand years to wrest from their tyrant claws.
On structural checks on legislative power within a bicameral congress:
The white men who founded out republic designed it with certain structural safe guards against the implementation of a tyranny in any of its forms. The legislature; congress, the most powerful and democratic of the branches, where laws are made INTENDED FOR COMMON APPLICATION. Also vested with the power of the purse, and to declare war. The bicameral nature of congress, that is made of two chambers, is itself an often unacknowledged check, and structurally crucial to boot. The separation of legislative power in the Senate and House is intended to be, and functions, as a horizontal check. That is to say the interests of the people pursued by the House would conflict with the interests of capital, more consolidated in the Senate.
But that isn't what is present in Congress. With the Advent of political parties, probably just an emergent trait of complex human societies, that horizontal check has become vertical. Legislation, and exertions of other congressional powers, are no longer restricted by a horizontal check, but are allowed to travel freely up the vertical. The interests of the people no longer restrain the interests of capital when they conflict, and indeed vice versa. Of course, this damages both the people and the honest stewards of capital (not you, lucre ridden banker-chancre criminal murderous scum...you know who you are, and what you are, and Andrew Jackson put your man in the ground).
Congress's simultaneous dereliction and over-stepping of duty have resulted from the breaking of that horizontal check. Are political parties offensive to our constitution? I say yea.
They dont try to hide God for the hell of it. They just hate the competition. If a man fears God, what terror can something as pedestrian as the state offer him? And without that monopoly on fear, what is to keep the good man from simply saying no, and walking away from the whole thing when it becomes a scam or worse.
No, there are no more boats. The only whales left waddle on land, in exhausting pursuit of the Almighty calorie.
But they are just people, who have been forcibly cut off from the land, and cruelly fed a diet of poison...whether they are aware of it, or we acknowledge it, or not.
A hidden God in a world with the wrong kind of whales? I pose reality as a question.
The peril of hope. I turn to the road. Free me from myself. Though you have no hands, break these chains and though you have no feet, speed me from this place and though you have no eyes, lift this veil from mine.
No. Those are the old ways. They're long gone, and not replaced. What, then, when faced with time's ceaseless assault? or where, or how? Our elders speak to us in dead letters--and this against the spectacle of the present so carefully prepared and articulated by theire media?
What to do with this. I guess the answer is peculiar to each. I am simply leaving.
And leaving behind these thoughts on political philosophy and the design of our blessed republic. That public thing it took us two thousand years to wrest from their tyrant claws.
On structural checks on legislative power within a bicameral congress:
The white men who founded out republic designed it with certain structural safe guards against the implementation of a tyranny in any of its forms. The legislature; congress, the most powerful and democratic of the branches, where laws are made INTENDED FOR COMMON APPLICATION. Also vested with the power of the purse, and to declare war. The bicameral nature of congress, that is made of two chambers, is itself an often unacknowledged check, and structurally crucial to boot. The separation of legislative power in the Senate and House is intended to be, and functions, as a horizontal check. That is to say the interests of the people pursued by the House would conflict with the interests of capital, more consolidated in the Senate.
But that isn't what is present in Congress. With the Advent of political parties, probably just an emergent trait of complex human societies, that horizontal check has become vertical. Legislation, and exertions of other congressional powers, are no longer restricted by a horizontal check, but are allowed to travel freely up the vertical. The interests of the people no longer restrain the interests of capital when they conflict, and indeed vice versa. Of course, this damages both the people and the honest stewards of capital (not you, lucre ridden banker-chancre criminal murderous scum...you know who you are, and what you are, and Andrew Jackson put your man in the ground).
Congress's simultaneous dereliction and over-stepping of duty have resulted from the breaking of that horizontal check. Are political parties offensive to our constitution? I say yea.
They dont try to hide God for the hell of it. They just hate the competition. If a man fears God, what terror can something as pedestrian as the state offer him? And without that monopoly on fear, what is to keep the good man from simply saying no, and walking away from the whole thing when it becomes a scam or worse.
No, there are no more boats. The only whales left waddle on land, in exhausting pursuit of the Almighty calorie.
But they are just people, who have been forcibly cut off from the land, and cruelly fed a diet of poison...whether they are aware of it, or we acknowledge it, or not.
A hidden God in a world with the wrong kind of whales? I pose reality as a question.
The peril of hope. I turn to the road. Free me from myself. Though you have no hands, break these chains and though you have no feet, speed me from this place and though you have no eyes, lift this veil from mine.
