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The Tapeworm.

The Parasite.

The Corporation.

The Parasite.

As it is introduced to its host, the parasitic tapeworm consumes and consumes. It grows larger and larger, sucking every ounce of energy from the host as it continues to grow; taking over and shutting out all other functions of existence.

The corporate tape worm has been introduced to the host known as American Democracy. The corporate tape worm devours politicians, judges and the collective consciousness of those who enable it to feed on the host.

The corporate tape worm takes over as we watch. As we interject hyperbole and reaction into everyday discussions; as we blindly choose sides; as we scream and we assume we are righteous: the corporate tape worm takes over our control of the system that is designed to protect us from the parasite that is the corporate tape worm. continue reading…

Dennis Hopper died yesterday at the age of 74 after a long battle with prostate cancer. He had quite the illustrious acting, directing and writing career spanning over 50 years.

It is his work as an actor and director in Easy Rider that has left an indelible impression on my life’s journey — though I would be remiss to leave out his role in David Lynch’s Blue Velvet; truly a humorous and frightening portrayal which would stimulate my interest in abstract and beautiful film making as well.

I had obviously been acquainted with Hopper’s work for many years. Probably my first lasting impression came from viewing Hoosiers when I was about 11 years old. Despite the unintended sappiness — and lack of depicting the racial antagonisms and schisms which were inherent in rural Indiana during that time — Hoosiers still remains atop my all time favorite sports movies.

But it is Easy Rider that gave me a real love for true independent film-making and a notion of the fallacies of freedom in a society that celebrated the notion yet thwarted its actual practice.

At the age of 18, in December of 1994; sitting in a bedroom in suburban Arizona with a fine young lass and a water-pipe filled with Mexico’s finest herbal remedies, my life and my appreciation of cinema would take a turn as I watched — mesmerized — Easy Rider for the first time. Captain America and Billy would ride freely through the South West toward a mythical idealism manifested through Mardi-Gras. Yet it ultimately was a hollow and empty journey such as our own lives when we force meaning on the intangible quests that we participate in. continue reading…

….the plotted lines the faulty map
that brought Columbus to New York
Betwixt between the East and West
he calls on her wearing a leather vest
the earth squeals and shudders to a halt

A diamond crucifix in his ear
is used to help ward off the fear
that he has left his soul in someone’s rented car
Inside his pants he hides a mop
to clean the mess that he has dropped
into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell

…I’ll take Manhattan in a garbage bag
With Latin written on it that says
‘it’s hard to give a shit these days’
Manhattan’s sinking like a rock
Into the filthy Hudson what a shock
They wrote a book about it
They said it was like ancient Rome
~ Lou Reed

I thought I would share a bit of Lou Reed prose from the song Romeo Had Juliette. I too am caught between the twisted stars in a life that seems not to be my own but a life in perpetual reverie of fear, regret and entangled self-entitlement by proxy.

As the politics of reaction dominate the national psyche, the global functions of systemic dissonance crumbling and the earth besieged by fossil fuels; it is indeed hard to give a shit these days as Mr. Reed pontificated. I try to give a shit yet I am irreparably torn between the two masks that I have displayed to the world at large. continue reading…

   

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Ren and Stimpy: the quintessential dynamic duo of interspecies peace and harmony. Thus begins the journey of dialectical and existential actualization through the cartoons of my youth. Perhaps my global schema has more to do with the life lessons to be learned through the magical medium of cartoons than with anything I done lerned in my skooluns.

The Smurfs: definitely commies

I was a dedicated viewer of the smurfs from about age five to age eight. Such an amusing group of blue miscreants prancing around their village, sharing in all the wealth and riches of the forest. Essentially, a very communitarian conclave in which every smurf had a unique talent to add to the proper functioning of smurf society.

Quite obviously, the smurfs were Communists. Come on: sharing the wealth; every smurf got a free home and free health care — I’m assuming a free ride on Smurfette as well; she must have been pretty warn out. I suppose Papa Smurf  had some sort of authoritarian and fascist inclinations, not quite so much a Stalin as a Jim Jones type of leader — sans the strychnine-laced kool-aide. continue reading…

I am going to officially be an evil, faceless, corporate-fascist machine; exploiting our resources and labor for profit (mwah-hah-hah-hah: I’ve got a fat cigar and a brandy snifter in my hand).

Well, technically I’ve been a corporation for about two and a half years — at least the President, Sole Proprietor and Chief Executive of a Corporation I started. Probably not quite as nefarious as I make it out to be. I had intended on starting a business and decided to incorporate it. The business never took off, so recently I figured I might as well file for dissolution considering it was “dead” for all intents and purposes.

My father however, suggested I look into changing the name and the charter of my corporation to relate to my blogging/writing. Well, I did look into that and I am now filing the proper paperwork to change the name of my corporation. I won’t give that out until everything is finalized and approved — suffice to say “publishing” will be in the name since I will be a publisher. continue reading…

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