THE SIXTH BOUROUGH

like wolves. like smoke. like the rest of the fucking world.

April 30, 2011

O ye of little faith...

Submitted for your approval on April 30th, 2011:

Today peacekeeping and terrorism landed on the same page in my dictionary. Today I realized that "peacekeeping" is just a fancy word used by those in power to fool us into believing they have not declared war. This is manufactured consent in the flesh. It has made itself visible in the dead today in Libya. Gaddafi may have been a dictator and his troops may have killed civilians all over Libya, but today NATO sank to that level with the bombing of Saif al-Arab Gaddafi's residence. Sure this may not have actually been an assassination attempt against Muammar Gaddafi (who was in the residence at the time of the bombing). Sure this may have been accidental. But how are we to know?
All the information we receive comes from NATO and the United Nations's PR desks, as well as global media corporations who, while they have the power to critique their home country's actions, refuse to do so because they are cowards. We should really question everything we see; every single thing that goes on in our big, fucked up world. Otherwise we miss the things that matter the most: all the things that are swept under the rug and all the bodies that are buried behind blind eyes. Question everything. That's the only way to learn anything.

and with that comes this:


next are the oppressed...

this was a failed attempt,
but we’ll play it off as an accident.
we’ve got the influence
so we’ll call it whatever we want.
who are they to question?
we’ve explained our motives
and they know the mandates.
therefore, we’re untouchable
because we’re the ones doing the touching.
and it's truly touching
the way they scamper about
and beg for peace
as they writhe under our iron fist.
and the protection from the aforementioned
is our highest priority.
we’ll be the judge as to who’s harmful.
we’ll be the judge as to who’s not.
and we know just what side of the fence our troops are on.
there is no right or wrong,
there’s just the right to what’s left.
we’re scavengers
with the technology to scavenge
from the bottom-feeders
and not think a thing of it.
for we are the saviours,
just as we always are,
and that’s where we’ll always remain.
so sit back
and watch where our cards fall
as we fire up the machine
in hopes of deconstructing a regime
and rebuilding our own
necessary illusion
that declares that the fear has gone.