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  • It is no measure of health to be well adjusted in a profoundly sick society. -- J. Krishnamurti


    You don't need barbed wire fences when you can hijack their minds.

    Power is not only brute force. Not just the bullet to the head. The tanks crunching bones. The machete against the limb. The tear gas.

    Power can be exercised through words. Through mis-education. Through the mind bending of propoganda. Sermons. Books. Think tanks.

    Power at its most insidious is when the slave chants the master's anthem. Willingly.

    When the oppressed have internalized the narrative of their oppressors. When they police themselves.

    Ask us queers. We know it all too well.

    The closet door is always locked from the inside.


    It is like the circus elephant that is tethered to only a stake on the ground, forced to prance, for entertainment. Whipped. Not realizing its own enormous strength. It cowers in submission.


    The rhetoric of the free market is like the rhetoric of the medieval Church. The economists are now our priests. They naturalize injustice, disguising it with the jargon of pseudo-science.

    They mystify what is obvious. The avarice of those who have too much. The profits made from war. The degradation of our water and soil. Our air.

    They hide the starving children behind toothpaste commercials.

    There is a giant island made of plastic, the size of Rhode Island, swirling in the Pacific Ocean. Yet, they want us to buy more of their junk made with slave labor.

    They make empty promises of some paradise in the future-- in the long run-- the fee market will solve all our problems, equalize the disparity of wealth, clean up our environment. But like the horizon, we never arrive.

    In the long run we just all die.


    It is like what Laurie Anderson, the performance artist, once said, after the collapse of the Soviet Union: there is nowhere to defect.

    We have no leverage to bargain for our freedom.


    They tell people that public health care is bad. Public education is bad. Public transportation is bad. Labor unions are bad.

    Meanwhile. They build private prisons for profit. They lower the minimum wage. Give themselves bonuses.


    One day the elephant will awaken. The masses will realize the charade. The chicanery.

    Let us hope that in its rage. The elephant does not trample everyone. Including us.

    (public mural near near laguna and hayes in SF CA)
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