Living the Thug Life in Armani.

Most of the systems of government that have been employed on this planet would work just fine if the right people were employed for the right reasons. A lot more people would know what was going on and the systems would be far more liable to correction on the go if, people weren’t blinded by window dressing. This is the critical deception that permeates our lives. This is where the fashion and political worlds meet. This is where Fifth Avenue turns Wall Street and the governments into a ‘Members Only’, Plato’s Retreat. Those unfamiliar with Plato’s Retreat can rightly assume it’s got nothing to do with Plato.

You can also rightly assume that government has nothing to do with the principles behind it. That business has nothing to do with fair exchanges and able dealing …and that religion has nothing to do with God. What we have are thugs in Armani.

The soundtracks of our times; Gangsta Rap, Bitch Rap, Thug Rap, Bling Rap, Sex Dominator Rap and Saccharine, Mouseketeer Pop-Rocks come as no accident. They’re designed to set the beat to ruthless enterprise on the one hand and clueless submission on the other. What you see in the movies and on television are no accident and certainly not what the people have collectively asked for because this industry, like the fast food industry; the soft drink industry and the processed foods industry have had the need invented first, followed by the desire to acquire and consume. You can add in just about any industry you choose because it applies across the board.

Think of existence as an enveloping bubble, about as real as the game board, created in the movie “The Thirteenth Floor.” Think of existence as exactly the same as justice in the wilderness and the survival of the best adapted and then bring in the fashionistas and the spinmeisters, the set designers and the audio-video techs and you’ve got the jungle with sidewalks and subways. In Nature there’s a balance to all of this and it’s self-adjusting. In the MTV Real World there is no balance and it is not self-adjusting.

What we have are thugs in Armani and barbarian gangs in uniforms that provide a sense of organization and structure that takes upon itself the appearance of a reality other than what it is. It always comes back to ‘rule by the big dogs in the yard’. The big dogs are in London at the moment and Obama is going to have tea with The Queen. That should make all the Elton John fans happy.

Real students of history know that systems turn into each other. They know that systems based on personal freedom eventually turn to tyranny. They know that rampant capitalism inevitably turns to fascism and could well devolve, or evolve into socialism or communism should it survive long enough. Usually a system runs out of gas having corrupted its moving parts and, after a season of looting, the thugs move on to a new location.

The capitalist system is generally corrupt from the inception which is why the founders usually institute a balancing governor of checks and balances. It doesn’t take long for money and lawyers to take care of that problem which is why Shakespeare said that you should “first kill all the lawyers”. People always think something new is going to come along and that eventually we evolve into some bright future of the greatest good for the greatest number of people but these systems are not spirals, they are circles so… they evolve until they devolve. In the early days there is always the impression that justice and the other virtues are in operation. They put a good face on it. You have to look out, really look out, when they don’t even bother to put a good face on it any more and even put drunken clowns into the highest office of the land. When they don’t even hide what they are up to any more, then you are in for a spot of trouble.

In the land of liberty, wherever that may be, there is always the perception that any one of you can achieve to high office if service is your initial, Pollyanna drive. What none of the aspirants know is that the temporal side of things is controlled by a network of black magicians who come in all colors and from every nationality and patina of creed.

You might wonder at the injustice of that and why some higher authority doesn’t step in and crush these miscreants. My perception of this kingdom of existence is that it’s a testing ground for the individual and its intent is to display what their values are and to determine their future location. That’s my take, simply put. You’re free to speculate on your own about this but whatever the case may be that’s why the big dogs are running the yard and why you always see them displaying the forked hand and why people on the street are asking you, “’sup dog?” This is why the feminine principle is called a bitch.

Truth, as I have said often enough, is an unwelcome guest at dinner and any social celebration; political gathering, religious ceremony or weddings. Funerals are more likely but not even death seems to render the truth acceptable. All you need to know about how the thugs in Armani operate you can hear in the words of Joe Hill and Big Bill Haywood but that’s probably another system that also got co-opted and soon enough you couldn’t pick up a hammer on a construction site if you weren’t a carpenter. Cause they got thugs there too.

Two kinds of people in this world; let’s draw an imaginary line right through the center and postulate that the most compromised and clueless of the good and bad are touching each other at the center and that the intelligence and capacity of the aggregate increases in virtue and vice as it moves to the fringe and also becomes sparser and sparser as it goes until there are just a few truly good and truly evil people weaving a deep darkness or shining a brilliant light wherever they may be.

Back at the center and moving to the center of each of the two sections are the foot-soldiers of darkness and light. This is where all the little thug-bots are recruited from as well as those who unconsciously do good because it is the more prevailing aspect of their nature. This is who you move by, around and past each day wherever you are. You can see it at work. This is what makes it work for the big dogs in the yard and what keeps the opposition that there is, shining in their places. In these times it is more likely to find thug run entities because of the greater prevalence of confusion, fear and want.

It’s April now and the Iranian incursion is full bore ahead. Netanyahoo and his thug operatives are busy as rabid bees. “Job One”, says Nettie, “Is to see that visible doesn’t get anymore pistachios and job two is to murder a whole lot of new people.

Money is changing hands, promises are being made and arms are being twisted, in London and around the world because the goats in rut want some more blood pudding. I can see where this would be a frightening prospect for us all because an attack on Iran is going to create a world of uproar that will touch us everyone. You can be sure they have decided on the locations for the coming false flag(s) and you’ll know that is what it is when it happens.

The way I see it, this is just thug-evil destroying itself, along with whatever has aligned itself with thug-think. In the meantime, the new world that some of us have chosen to embrace, is smiling back at us from the secret heart of our common good. We have to stay focused and we need to be clear about what we want and what we can do without. It would be a pity for any of us to think that we might miss any of the misrepresented, unattractive, disappearing garbage and crap, enough to want to disappear with it when it goes.

A thug in Armani is still a thug and the best thing for you is to let them sort out their own demise without getting caught up in the mix. Keep your head down and your heart open and you might get more than you hoped for.

Balls and Bearings

1 Comment

  1. Poop Loggy Logg said,

    April 1, 2009 at 11:37 pm

    It is almost fun to watch the shithouse go up in flames. The curse of interesting times. If only there was somewhere to run to. At least now the power mad cretins are so brazen even the dullards know there is big trouble. Oh well I gotta pull up my 44 inch waist pants and XXXXL jersey and pretend I have some soul while I slang some Now N’ Laters at the yogurt shop. I got the new MC Capitalist album it features DJ Bankster I have it booming in my Hyundai with spinners awww yeaa.

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