Forever Sunyata...No senses, no dreams, no movement

Sunyata - all things are empty of intrinsic existence and nature (Mahayana Buddhism)

nothing to see with

no brain to process the non-existent images

no sound can violate the insensate peace

with no sense organs to capture it

with no mind to create or enjoy them

there can be no dreams to disturb a non-entity

luckily, with no way to move and nowhere to go

any motion is unnecessary

nothing to react to happily, sadly, angrily or even indifferently

nothing to respond with

no need to ever rest

for no energy can be expended

one last thing noted and mind merges with eternal vacuum of the void,

and I am empty and in all ways perfect

no sense of time in the absolute emptiness of the void, eons pass by quite unnoticed

for there is no such thing as forever where time is not measured

not even a quark, much less an atom of my “soul” remains to interact with the physical universe

as well, all other everlasting “souls” forever incommunicado in every imaginable sense of the word

for it’s an everlasting and dreamless, insensate sleep without beginning or end…

that none will ever know

Hey, I Lie, Therefore, I Am

I live in a labyrinth composed of my own lies and I’ve been in here so long that I feel no inconsistency

I can lie right over my older falsehoods without even having to try to maintain a straight face

I spew new and even bigger lies which contradict my former fabrications, without even noticing

Any difference between reality and my statements does not concern me for I know what’s true...right now

I recognize only the veracity of my latest twisted blathering, not what others might wrongly point to as fact

And I belittle those who pester me with questions regarding my earlier pronouncements

I have a coterie of cronies, sycophants and donors who hang on my every word and defend my utterances

Therefore, freed from reality, I can remain insulated and pure to my shifting, emotion-based prevarications

I find that often people agree with me after talking for a while: They remain quiet which must mean they agree

I comfort myself by building a safe cocoon of my own intertwined fairytale falsehoods that surrounds me

I lash out at those who conspire to try and make me admit to false accusations regarding my past utterances

I am so very comfortable lying that I have absolutely no problem believing everything I say...while I say it

A Green Nationalist Call To Action

A right-wing, environmentally-based screed for removal of all Non-Europeans – theatlantic.com

Everyone knows that overpopulation is destroying the whole green earth over which God gave only us dominion

Illegal invaders run wild here, overbreeding, without adequate sanitation and no regard for the environment

After they’ve turned their own homelands into shitholes they want to head right up here to the promised land

And they drag their entire uneducated, penniless, multi-generational, mixed-breed families along with them

You’d better believe they don’t stop breeding once they get here – No way what with the free healthcare

They out-reproduce us by a wide margin of ignorant polluters who daily damage our precious environment

They go to the bathroom wherever it suits them and wipe themselves with our discarded fast food wrappers

Their sheer dirty numbers here are an undue burden on our beloved Earth: One which we can no longer permit!

Our own lifestyles already place an inordinate burden on the planet and their additional damage is intolerable

And, it must be remembered that it is not just in our land, Non-Europeans are a worldwide ecological scourge

Wasting time trying to change their eco-devastating ways is futile – We call for ending their reproduction here

Without their blindly-destructive presence, the civilized world could meaningfully practice sustainability

No question, the gravest problem facing humanity is overpopulation, especially by invasive migrant hordes

As well, it is a scientific fact that these lower-life forms genetically thrive only in their own homelands

Therefore, these out-of-place trespassers cannot ever appreciate the ecological challenges our Merica faces

Best we expunge their presence here so we can get on with the good work of preserving our blessed land

We cannot forget that these vagrant illegals now have no homeland and so do not care about the environment

We simply cannot allow them to overpopulate, pollute and degrade the environment of our God-given land

So, we must always remember that in a world of growing scarcity, our intra-racial solidarity is mandatory

And, therefore, we all face a choice: A healthy, clean Green Merica or a filthy, brown, mongrel wasteland

I am a cancer host

Host (biology) an organism that harbors a parasite inside its body, detrimental to itself

I am not a cancer sufferer

I am not a cancer patient

I am not a cancer victim

I am not fighting cancer

I am an unwitting and unwilling cancer host

I am not hosting a cocktail party or dinner for a few friends

I am a host for a parasite which is silently consuming me to fuel its own mindless growth

Stealing my energy sources, it feeds upon my insides and grows disgusting lesions and tumors inside me

And I have no way to defend myself...but I can track its progress day by day, through my own decay

Scans show its creeping onslaught through various parts of my body via different paths

Every new ache or pain is accompanied by the same frightened thought: Is this the cancer moving again?

It’s an insensate and non-conscious, lumpy entity that, nonetheless, knows how to feed upon me to grow

Stubbornly resilient despite surgeries, radiation, drugs and chemo, its inexorable expansion continues

Alive only through my life, nourished by my metabolism, it is unaware that its own success will kill it, as well

For when I can no longer sustain both myself and this hungry parasite, we will, of course, die together

So, I ask this invading zombie-like army: To what end?...The same question this deadly leech forces upon me

It seems its sole purpose is simply to kill me but then to merely perish when it succeeds

Therefore, this is not a real life form, but something gone very wrong with my own cellular reproduction

Yet, it acts like a simple parasitic infection

Toney Bars, Hip Coffee Shops and Trendy Restaurants

Rebuilding America for long-term sustainability

They call it progress...redeveloping urban poverty zones into toney hangouts...for white people

Opening tattoo parlors, and piercing salons for young, eLife, college-grad baristas

Jacking up rents and hanging banners proclaiming the latest new arts district

Weekend farmers markets with goods brought inside the huge refrigerated trucks of corporate suppliers

Real estate professionals buying up surrounding properties for pennies as the influx jacks up property taxes

Following a proven plan, they non-violently oust the blacks, Koreans, Indians and other native inhabitants

Then come the hip foreign and fusion restaurants staffed by illegales...who of course live shabbily...elsewhere

A few change-the-world tech startups emerge, trumpeting their new and cosmically-important apps

Bearded hipsters open trendy “Buy Local” shops hawking the latest in Millennium trends...at exorbitant prices

And then come the doctors, lawyers, salesmen and entrepreneurs bidding more than the property asking price

Aging GenXers swooning for the aura of pricey, upscale, retro lofts created from abandoned ghetto warehouses

It’s all and only about the food, drink, entertainment and snarky, gentrified lifestyle atmosphere, Right?

Sustainable Progress?...Really?

Goodbye Cetaceans: Though We Never Knew Ye

Threats to cetaceans are almost exclusively from human impacts

It seems our large-brained brethren – the whales, dolphins, and porpoises may have had their day at last

We almost wiped them out with our primitive harpoon hunting methods from wooden ships, long ago

Then came the military artillery firepower and those factory rendering ships

But, at last, seeing the error of our ways thru their loss of profit potential to us, we ceased the slaughter

But now we have unleashed a more lethal arsenal with which to treat them to:

They drown struggling, entangled in our factory fishing nets and are treated as unwanted, wasted bycatch

Our dribbled toxic chemicals accumulate in their blubber for they lack the enzymes to break them down

Plastics, both micro and macro are consumed in ever-increasing quantities by our ocean-dwelling kin

Though whales help reduce CO2, warming oceans disrupt migration patterns and destroy their polar habitats

Our military and commercial underwater noise pollution confuses them and often leads to mass strandings

Confused by the cacocphony, many whales suffer ship strikes which maim or kill them

They also suffer quietly as our oil, sewage and litter foul the homes they’ve known for thousands of years

And we even still hunt them for their meat!

But, wait, we are not rushing about making savage war upon these supreme creatures of the deep...

It’s just that our frenetic ordained progress to support an unsustainable population has blindly doomed them

When they’re all gone forever, we’ll never grasp the mystery of their large brains, but we won’t have to care

Sadly tho, once we’ve extinguished them, visiting aliens won’t have rational creatures to communicate with

In My Exceptionist Hindsight

Always moving forward, getting on with life, I had no need to glance behind at my destructive wake

In any case, the way back was always shrouded in smoke, dirt and dust from my many burnt-out memories

But, nonetheless, I easily believed that it all was merely part of some beautiful and mysterious plan

For I knew I was meant to move ever onward riding the glorious wave of our divinely-ordained progress

Looking back now, but not too closely, I firmly resolve: I would not have changed a thing

Yes, from here the actions and activities of the lucky few like me make a perfect and enduring sense

Training a distorted lens on tangled recollections, my mind creates false patterns to suit my current beliefs

So, I can look around with a feeling of satisfaction to remark that in the end, things do indeed make sense

Certainly the past looks less attractive than that sun-strewn Morning In America now in my windshield

Nonetheless, I certainly find no grounds for any type of even the very least of regrets...Whatsoever!

For really, what’s done is done and the ancient history of 10 years ago is irrelevant to our moving forward now

In the unlikely event I should miss the Next Big Thing, I’m already ensured a 5 Star place in Heaven

Turns out that me and my little friends were right about ignoring their various false environmental scams

We realized that simple belief is a powerful force against control-seeking, socialistic, money-driven science

It’s so true that everyone’s simply grabbing as much as possible is the best way to ensure all of our futures

Our self-anointed exceptionist destiny has ensured us a dais well above the lowlife foreigners of the world

It’s obvious now we cashed in so very well in the pursuit of happiness solely due to our own abilities

I note with satisfaction that luck played no part in my arrival at this current privileged station

It was simply my god-given talents, faith in his word and, mostly, my own hard work that mattered

And all you pitiful whining losers need to remember this simple true fact: The victors always write the history