Merry Kerygma (Disgust for Dogma), I Am Furious (Mellow): Fugue State in 3 Parts…

(There comes) that feeling that you get when victimized by the wannabes, lackeys and lapdogs of late-era capitalism who feel their futures to be threatened, so busy themselves building bunkers and moats, walls and bridges; bankers salesmen agents middle-men and their sons and daughters working commissions tighten the screws holding back proletarians and progress, especially in America the most Communist of all countries…

…a communism of the mind, brutalist structures strictures and constructions, multiple male-enhanced skyscraping erections, filling post-apocalyptic city centers long vacated for the necessities of parking, crumbling rusty dusty rotting hulks, beauty sacrificed to convenience, with female submission to financial straits and straighteners for the benefit of comfort; souls slathered with gadgets and gizmos and widgets and whatchamacallits; freedom falls flattest and fastest when and where the wallets are fattest, lives battered and fried, looking for existential catsup…

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False friends are the people who hold you back, with their prerequisites to membership and multiple payback options. I have few friends or family, really, all that long ago and far away, and after much thought on the subject, realize that I really don’t want many. It just wouldn’t be right—to lead them on about who I am or what I want to do or what I expect from life…

I prefer strangers, with no priors, without guns, and incomes optional, no records or recordings, of themselves or others, of comings or goings, just nakedness—before God, nudity not required. No gain to myself is desired. There’s no karma in that, just a balance sheet of incomes and outgo. That’s not religion; that’s economics. Gifts made from obligation are not gifts but debts, paid and canceled, nothing gained.

If games of chance are fixed in advance and the outcome is a virtual certainty, then you’ll do as your father did before you, and as your children will do long after. Nothing will really be new under the sun, and you probably wouldn’t want too much of that, anyway, but there’s no harm trying. An incremental gain is better than no gain at all. Still, we can do better, by letting go of the preconceptions and mass deceptions.

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So take all that aggression and ignorance inflicted against you, and let if fall by the wayside of its own weight and its own accord, sidestepping the paperwork, back-filling the convoluted logic, and flipping off the purveyors of bad intention. The true winner is unconcerned for the final score of a game that takes no prisoners; the only thing important is who controls the field upon which the game is played. That’s the difference between boxing and kung fu, America and China, chess and GO, (圍棋 weiqi, 囲碁igo) the ‘encircling game’, i.e. nothing too aggressive in conquest…

Bottom line: no one has to take it in the a$$, nor on the chin, no one no way no how and for no amount of money. Everybody’s a little a$$hole himself somewhere inside, just waiting to get out, on call on demand, and it should stay right there well hidden. Welcome to Palestine, a Palestine of the mind. Eyeless in Gaza, Samson Agonistes fights to the death for the sake of righteousness, not money.  Dignity dies hardest where lives are cheapest.

Truly Jesus came to bring good tidings of great joy, not massive quantities of consumer goods at great prices. Me, I like to walk the empty streets of downtown America on Christmas day, marveling at the vacant shops behind well-planned windows, professionally staged for dramatic effect. All is quiet–true peace on Earth.  Christmas is great for children, to fill their eyes with pies in skies, and fill their hearts with gladness. You do the math. Merry Christmas…

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