Pig Earth

There were quite a few comments on the last post – Dark Perspective, and I’ve been giving it further thought. I zorched three comments that were unfit for publication – may those posters waste away in a FEMA camp.

John, I take “The Western capitalistic corporate run governments of the world killed the third world.” as given. If you look to the east every morning you’ll come to the realization that the sun rises in that part of the sky every day. If you only look west, you’ll never see the sun rise. If everyone around you never looked east, the concept of a sunrise wouldn’t even exist. That’s how I view the culture we live in today. We can’t recognize a culture other than buy buy buy, steal steal steal, kill kill kill.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, as to be hated, needs but to be seen; yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, we first endure, then pity, then embrace. –ALEXANDER POPE

Substitute civilization, and in particular western type corporate driven capitalist societies for the word “vice”, and there you have it. I discovered how my reality tunnel wasn’t wide enough to see anything but western style civilization being the normal and best way to live – and that’s not an easy task. From there it’s move beyond what a shame we have done such a lousy job on a human level with all the Earth’s bounty at our disposal, to putting up with all the asshat consumers without gleefully envisioning their suffering when the food trucks stop rolling in to the Wal-Marts. All the while being half scared about what collapse may bring.

Civilization is a monster, eating everything in its path from that first patch of einkorn in Mesopotamia to the invasion of Iraq for oil. Six billion human entities on this planet – our biomass is only exceeded by the ocean’s krill that appear to be declining at an alarming rate from acidification of their environment. We champion our very existence.

We say our job sucks. We hate the car payment. Store bought tomatoes taste like nothing and cost an arm and a leg, the smell of diesel fumes choke us out at a traffic jam, kids have lost the ability to write a complete sentence (lots ezr 2 txt) and multiply 473×7569 without a calculator. I can’t call my local telephone company with my 1948 rotary dial Bell telephone because I don’t have the option of pressing “1” for English.

But the masses keep choking in traffic jams, to a job they hate to pay for a car they don’t want and battle the walmart crowds for food unfit to eat day after day. The ones who have more than two neurons firing will tell you the Congress passes laws not for the good of the people they “represent”, but for lining the coffers of their corporate donors(masters). And most still vote, be it habit, duty, or the insane belief that a lesser evil is something to support.

An etheral Corporate Pig gargles out a mwuhuhuha every time a card is swiped though a checkout line, every click of a turnstile, every punch of a timeclock, and every electronic transaction of a mandatory direct depositing of a paycheck. I pay an electric bill for the pleasure of posting this – I feed the Pig. The same Pig that will have me arrested for liberating a hundred pounds of produce out of a supermarket dumpster. Feed me or else.

So wanna grow my own food. So far the pig lets me as long as certain conditions are met – like supporting the concept of private property and the tax stream on which it stands. One parcel, one county, one state, one nation, one world order. The Order of Civilization.

I got a rocket stove building demonstration coming up in a week at the local farmer’s market. Gonna cob one up in about an hour right before their eyes, boil a pot of water in 20 minutes and pump heat laterally 10 or 15 feet using junk bricks, scrap sheet metal, mud and an old barrel. Show them you can heat your home independent of utility corporations with stuff people send to the dump or burn off in piles.

I’ll send twenty bucks to to a Bon Monastery and feed a three foot high monk. http://www.tibettruth.com/sponsorchild.html if somebody at that demo actually builds one for themselves. With the same cheery attitude I’ll have when I till up 90% of the community garden and broadcast cheap winter wheat since nobody claimed a fall garden patch. The first bum I see gets my loose change.

I want a donut.