"Nature Of The Threat" by Ras Kass

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Now that I'm working again and have freed my mind momentarily from impending financial doom (which, of course, is probably still impending, but a man can pretend can't he?), I've realized just what a waste of good quality freak out time my two months of mostly unemployment was. This is a fucked up world yet somehow a lot of people I know and respect actually seem to still be in 2010 caught up in that Democrat/Republican right/wrong political bullshit. Like caring about this Health Care railroad, which is actually a scam anyways, or whether some white guy in a suit got elected in Masschusetts or the rich white lady in a pantsuit did. So busy "eating dead birds, and trusting pharmacies over herbs." Man, what the fuck? I've been reading a lot about the IEDs in iraq and Afghanistan, and the pressure waves from the blast warp peoples' insides and their brain, causing neurological damage that actually gets worse with time. Apparently Kevlar vests increase this effect, although it does stop you from dying immediately from shrapnel wounds so often. But hundreds of thousands dudes are getting fucked in a way far worse than Vietnam was, and people can't figure it out fast enough to minimize the damage. And the crazy thing is it can be done by suicide bombers who just don't give a fuck and will die to blow some other motherfuckers up. Now we, as Americans, claim civilization and all, but we still are just trying to blow motherfuckers up too, we just find really complicated and technical ways to achieve the same ends, and somehow by being more complex with are death machines, we're superior in some way. But what do people care? I mean, people will text some bullshit about Haiti and probably drop half that money to some nonsense wireless company skimming off the top, but we feel better about ourselves. I'm not acting like people should be protesting, but we get so caught up in our little cybernonsense and it just placates us. Like a big fat robot tittie we suck on. Don't forget the Dept. of Defense originally created the internet, and it's not like they just create things, realize they have no potential, so sell them off to the public sector for the grand benefit of the world at large. If that was the case, I'd have some old machine guns right now. But I don't.
My point is, here I sit, rambling about inane stupid bullshit all the time, which is great I guess, but I ought to be educating motherfuckers about some trifling nonsense sometimes too. What happened to the Raven that didn't trust anything, and could see the patterns in the dates and names to know that there was probably something to the mathematics more than coincidence? Everybody gets all giddy because a smooth-talking, handsome mulatto dude takes over from the mumbling Southern bumpkin (a well-played gimmick by the millionaire educated in New England), and a year into drinking this new flavor of Kool-Aid, I'm just as thirsty as I ever was. And nobody seems to offer up water, just more stupid fucking Kool-Aid, every November. Grape is better than Cherry is better than Lemon-Lime is all the fucking same. I need some goddamned water, so I'm gonna start reading old paranoid history texts again. Not the internet, because of aforementioned Pale Horse tentacle of the beast connections, but straight up books with words all up in my face, sitting on the toilet, laying on the couch, outside at the picnic table because it's warm and the kids want to try and catch a couple of chickens. Fuck your causes and cares and political passions built upon lust for deceitful whore men. I'm sick of uptight people full of fear thinking they know what's right for everybody else and expecting the rest of us to agree with their television ready political choices of people to turn our collective car keys over to and hope they drive us to freedom, prosperity, and eternal safety. I'm gonna be cross-referencing Howard Zinn with some Adam Weishaupt all night, staring at the stars in the skies to clear myself every now. Actually I should probably just go out there now and throw some food into the pigs and listen to them snort around a little while. These robot machines are creating too much clutter when arranged all together inside the house like this. At least outside, even though the satellite signals and cell tower waves are everywhere, the density is not so thick as to choke the mind's stream of thought.