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13 April 2012
on the slave's chariot
Oh, how much we Americans suffer for our petty conveniences, and how terribly we abuse the Earth to maintain them. It is not entirely our fault, perhaps, that we lock ourselves in shiny metal boxes whose insides are constantly exploding – in part, our opinions have been shaped by a century of false intelligence that touts the benefits of the automobile and its socialist highway network while obfuscating the true cost of motor-vehicle ownership. Imagine someone today describing the car's negative effects – suburban sprawl, pollution, high maintenance costs, the alienation of the individual from society – and imagine your reaction. Would you jump for joy? Would you sign up at your local dealership in order to spend a year's salary on a combustion-driven steel battering-ram that is lined with miles of tiny wires and sensitive rubber hoses? Would you say, “Of course, Mr. Ford, Toyota-San, Herr Benz, of course I shall take on that second job so that I can drive to work, to school, to the store, to the post office, back to the store, to school a second time, perhaps to a publick-house, and then to my home?” If you are an clear-thinking and self-respecting American living today, your answer may not be the resounding Yes issued by previous generations.
One of the main reasons that we mere three hundred millions of Americans use more gasoline than billions of other people combined is that we have transformed our society into one that is wholly dependent on the automobile – we wantonly waste petroleum and wage war over oil because we choose to perpetuate self-enslavement to the notion that one's body can be moved around through space-time without expending much physical effort rather than to accommodate and promote the frugal and simple life of the bicyclist.
Compared to the slave-charioteer, the smog-rider knows how hard it is to move her body around, and that certain things take time, and that certain things take effort, and because she knows these things, she plans ahead and maintains time discipline while seeing to her own physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being. By liberating herself from the artificial demands of a lumbering blunderbox filled with volatile chemicals, she keeps her soul free of sadness, discontent, and desire. By fixing her bicycle and keeping it road-worthy for an entire year for less cost than a single oil change, she spends her resources wisely. Her mouth, not a twisted metal pipe, is her exhaust port; her beating heart, not a cast-iron maze of tubes, is the motor that drags her across the phaltscape; her legs, not a row of oil-drenched, whirling plugs, are the pistons that turn the crank that sees her on her way.
The velocipedist, her heart buoyant and her soul aroused, lives the life of honest and healthy labor, while the car driver, that poor wretch sitting in his glass prison of perpetual payment, lives the life of one enslaved to the demands of a hardwood-accented beast. His mount of choice requires specialized and costly repairs, whereas the cyclist can pinpoint and fix problems easily and while on the go; his conveyance is the nation's problem, the bicycle, it's solution. Therefore, dear reader, please consider switching from a high-cost slave's chariot to a low-cost wire horse, and rejoice as your spirits, and your savings, rise.
場黑麥 mentiri factorem fecit
One of the main reasons that we mere three hundred millions of Americans use more gasoline than billions of other people combined is that we have transformed our society into one that is wholly dependent on the automobile – we wantonly waste petroleum and wage war over oil because we choose to perpetuate self-enslavement to the notion that one's body can be moved around through space-time without expending much physical effort rather than to accommodate and promote the frugal and simple life of the bicyclist.
Compared to the slave-charioteer, the smog-rider knows how hard it is to move her body around, and that certain things take time, and that certain things take effort, and because she knows these things, she plans ahead and maintains time discipline while seeing to her own physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being. By liberating herself from the artificial demands of a lumbering blunderbox filled with volatile chemicals, she keeps her soul free of sadness, discontent, and desire. By fixing her bicycle and keeping it road-worthy for an entire year for less cost than a single oil change, she spends her resources wisely. Her mouth, not a twisted metal pipe, is her exhaust port; her beating heart, not a cast-iron maze of tubes, is the motor that drags her across the phaltscape; her legs, not a row of oil-drenched, whirling plugs, are the pistons that turn the crank that sees her on her way.
The velocipedist, her heart buoyant and her soul aroused, lives the life of honest and healthy labor, while the car driver, that poor wretch sitting in his glass prison of perpetual payment, lives the life of one enslaved to the demands of a hardwood-accented beast. His mount of choice requires specialized and costly repairs, whereas the cyclist can pinpoint and fix problems easily and while on the go; his conveyance is the nation's problem, the bicycle, it's solution. Therefore, dear reader, please consider switching from a high-cost slave's chariot to a low-cost wire horse, and rejoice as your spirits, and your savings, rise.
場黑麥 mentiri factorem fecit
02 April 2012
on the United Slaves of America
Do
you often drive to malls and to other places of direction-less
shopping, only to buy something you don't really need? Do you buy the
newest gadgets just as they are released, spending your hard-earned
money without a second thought? Do you while speaking in polite
company wax suddenly poetic about television shows, explaining their
plot-lines instead of making conversation, speaking emphatically
about people whom you do not know personally and who do not actually
exist? If you have answered Yes to any of these questions, you are
more than likely self-enslaved to conspicuous consumerism, to driving
around in your car wasting gasoline without a clue as to your
purpose, to accruing superfluous debt, and to staring at the
compelling and intricately woven tales that emerge regularly from a
flickering plastic box (which you likely bought at high price and
labored diligently to mount upon your living-room wall).
Can
you imagine living now, today, without electricity? Can you imagine
living in a world in which electricity were in sporadic or limited
supply? Can you imagine not being able to purchase, at any time of
day or night, as much cheap gasoline as you to wish buy at any one of
thousands of separate, well-lit retail locations? Do you consider
resource-conservation, composting, and recycling to be a waste of
time? Have you become so addicted to your pocket computer that your
mind has lost its ability to reason, to recall important information,
to think for itself, or to keep itself occupied past the setting of
the sun? If you see a reflection of yourself in any of these scalding
but poorly-worded questions, you are a slave to Big Oil, a slave to
your own automobile, a slave to electricity, a slave to your
electrical devices, a slave to the white men who own the electrical
companies, a slave to the coal that makes the steam that runs the
electrical plants, a slave to the railways that transport the coal,
and a slave to the whims and fancies of the fat-cat fuckers on Wall
Street who trade in and control the price of coal futures (and who,
by fiat, trade in and control you and your ability to Pursue your
Happiness).
If
you are a self-respecting, happiness-loving patriotic American, you
would do well to fight self-enslavement to any external thing,
person, device, physical condition, and state-of-mind. The patriot is
self-sufficient in order to preserve his country's limited natural
and national resources and to make sure his (self-imposed) need does
not affect his country's ability to provide for the common defence.
The patriot does not rest her hopes and dreams on external conditions
such as bandwidth speeds or back-to-school-sales – rather, she
maintains a pure and loving heart into which and from which all the
Blessings of Liberty flow; she keeps her heart in its nebulous state
and denies herself all but the basic necessities; she is a tough and
hardened operator who minds not cold, heat, nor personal privation –
she focuses rather on providing for the general Welfare, on
establishing Justice, and on forming a more perfect Union in her own
life and, by extension, in the life of her vast and beautiful nation.
A
mere one hundred and fifty years ago, we Americans went to war
amongst ourselves to battle the evils of slavery (among other
reasons), yet now, in 2012, we pay good money to enslave ourselves
willingly to TV shows, digital gadgets, internal home lighting,
pillow-top mattresses, rich and fatty foods, automobiles, shopping
malls, and gyms. One of my ancestor died fighting the evils of
slavery, shot by a sniper's bullet during the battle of Vicksburg; by
remaining vigilant to the ever-grasping, ever-enticing tendrils of
our ridiculous modern society and of their power to destroy my
virtue, I shall make sure his sacrifice was not made in vain.
場黑麥
ioanni
elymucampus fecit
p.s.
the author would like to point that he is no less a slave in these
matters than most other Americans living today
30 March 2012
on idling enemies
From
oil (as in crude oil, sweet crude, Big Oil, oil wells, the British
Petroleum Gulf Disaster of 2011, and the like) we get gasoline. From
oil we also get plastics (which are used to make water bottles, baby
toys, toothbrushes, car seats, laptop cases, lampshades, bottlecaps,
pens, linoleum, clothing, shoes, and the like). Oil is a precious and
a strategic national resource of the United States of America, and it
is the duty of each and every citizen to protect his nation's
precious resources. Therefore, the patriotic citizen never allows his
gasoline-powered vehicle to idle for longer than 30 seconds, since
idling past 30 seconds compared to turning off and later restarting
the vehicle wastes gasoline, and gasoline, as it is a derivative of
oil, is a strategic national resource. (Idling while stuck in traffic
may seem unavoidable until one sees bicyclists flying exuberantly by,
unopposed.)
The
patriotic citizen educates himself about his use of this precious
national resource – he does not waste it, because wasting it would
mean that the brave men and women fighting America's war would
perhaps not have enough gasoline to complete their missions. If a
person were to wish to harm the United States of America and to make
her less able to provide for the common defence and the general
Welfare, that person would drive an unnecessarily large, gas-guzzling
vehicle. The person who drives a vehicle disproportionate to his
“need” to get around (such as a lone person driving a Ford 350 or
a Dodge 3500) is an enemy of the state, because he burns more gas
moving himself around than he might if he were to make a small
personal sacrifice and drive a smaller car with a smaller engine.
(Today's homo non-sapient accepts readily the lie that she might
commute to her job by car, drive her car to the store, drive her car
to the gym, drive her car to school, all without consequence; at
least in America, we can no longer afford to be lazy, worthless
people who drive our cars fucking everywhere.) In order to protect
his nation's future (and to make sure the troopers fighting our wars
have enough gasoline for their military vehicles), the true American
patriot rides a bicycle whenever possible.
Life
requires water. Without water, there is no life. Without water,
humans die. Because it is a component essential to maintaining the
general Welfare, and since
it is needed to effect the Safety
and Happiness of the American citizen, water is one of this
nation's precious and strategic national resources. Businesses that waste water are
enemies of the state. Persons who waste water are enemies of the
state. Persons who allow the faucet to run while they brush their
teeth; who run the tap while shaving; who hose down a driveway
instead of sweeping it with a motherfucking Broom; who maintain lawns
in the desert (instead of planting drought-resistant, native
species); who toss cigarette butts into lakes; these persons are all
enemies of the state. Please, dear reader, if you consider yourself a
patriot, please examine your use of America's precious resources, and
adjust your habits so as to improve this country's ability to survive
in the future and to fulfill the parameters of the Constitution.
場黑麥
ioanni
elymucampus fecit
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