The War on Terror,  Drugs, Poverty is a War on You, but it’s ok, we’re cannon fodder anyway...

Is it conspiracy theory to find before your eyes that whenever government pronounces war, it pronounces war against it’s own people, as much as terrorists, criminals, the poor, foreigners?

The War on Terror is a war on political dissent. A globalised movement of tactical engagement with societies that do not wish to conform to the global capitalist model. Iran will be next, in’sh’allah not, but it seems all too likely from how stupidly screwed  up this world is.

The War on Drugs, is a war against youth, hippies, radicals, and scumbags. Pull em into the framework. No-one escapes the machine. This machine. It runs on Alcohol. But. Not too much! Sobriety or prision.

The War on Poverty is a literal war on the poor. Charity, business, government, provide the nexus that holds down self-determination and development in every single instance. The free market is not free, but controlled tyrannously, with contract, coercion, fratricide and oiled by lies, blackmail and murder.

The War on You? It’s your life. Welcome to the image of a boot stamping on a miscellaneous face forever, because it’s your face and in the mirror is every broken dream you could never follow, cause fate didn’t flow that way. Bills bills and bills flowed through you like affirmations of your existence, financial signals of productivity and progress. Then you got cancer from the radiation everywhere and fosseils burning, all, all for a “civilised life”.

And amid all this war... the chirp chirp chirp of peace. Birdsong, water  trickling sound  and summer. People getting high, people getting down. Terrorists having a knees up, Criminals scheming, the Poor winning at the bookies, foreigners being charming,  people living, people dying, getting married, walking alone, having a laugh, having a cry, having a bath, wondering why, still Warring. Pure Beauty.

What is the point of it all? Where does the war come from? The endless warring... does it come from sin? Does it come from God, or something just below God in power, but above man? Can we ever let go of it? That war for the best not the worst inside ourselves even? Is just sitting down and saying: “I’m not fighting  anymore” a better course of action? I am as I so I fail? When does the War end?

When does it end?

The heat death of the universe? That’s a sorry bloody punchline. In a fiery hell or angelic heaven? No. Back reborn into this life anew? Meh. What about flowing as a spirit forever, able to do anything, across dimensions of space and time which we can’t even conceive? Better?

Is this why death and birth are so horrible experiences?

Are we all just soldiers, vicariously cast in different times, on different sides?

Of a never ending series of little wars, skirmishes and battles.

Is this why I feel like cannon fodder?

All are lambs to the slaughter.
If a coward dies a million times, but a hero only once, what about the guy who just doesn’t honestly fucking care? How many times does he die?

You can get a lot of answers with questions. Hard word though. Kind of like: Caring.