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“Mirror Video”…… Voice by “Patrick Willis”
& Material by …… Les Visible
Saturday, June 9, 2012
The Roach Motel at the End of the Universe
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
(I’ll be on Red Ice Radio the week following this one coming. Time and day will be announced in advance. I’m only taping it this coming week. Sorry about any confusion.)
(Yesterday’s radio show is now available for download.
Sometimes you don’t have to look far to find something to talk about. You don’t have to wait for the voice in your head, it just shows up and throws it in your face. Part of your mind, or someone’s mind says that every one of these creatures should be rounded up and put on trial, followed by the quick and speedy execution of capital punishment, or life in prison, without hope of parole. That includes the oilmen performing it; the politicians permitting it, the oversight and enforcement agencies ignoring it, those explaining it and those… –
-those only concerned with milking the greatest rent from their railroad flat apartments, greasy spoons and whatever side of the road, cash hijacking machines they’ve set up to wring some temporary vermin profit from it, can be left to the fate of vermin, once the plunder leaves town and all that remains are wide wastes where nothing grows and deep pits of wet, stinking, death assured, hot weather swimming pools for their stunted, hillbilly heroin addicted, children.
Corollary incidentals always appear in tandem with these things and even members of the socio-political retard army can see the connection …but what’s the fun or profit in that? Isn’t it just better to let this shit go on and get all righteous and weepy about the backend, drowning in a rain of hypocritical tears, as you bemoan the loss of so many things, caused by global hand-warmers at fixed football games?
The people doing these things are the spiritual offspring of serial killers and mass murdering psychopaths. They know what they’re doing and they know what happens but it just doesn’t matter and… maybe, at this point it doesn’t. Most of the population is in bed with it on some level; some are just sleeping in better accommodations, some of them even have their own idea of environmental awareness and a love of Nature and some of them are into consciousness improving retreats, where they can take a few minutes to rationalize it all and come to peace with it. Of course, whether it comes to peace about it, with them, is another story.
Once the sleepwalking, wide load, expando-pants, shit for brains, consumer zombies can really, absolutely, no longer put “food on their families” and the ones who haven’t yet been matriculated to another world, by their murderous and insane progeny, or the temporary berserker status of the head of the household, or some relative come back from foreign killing fields, who can’t live with themselves or you anymore; once it finally dawns on them that they have to go live in their car and they can’t afford the gas to run the heater in their car, when winter comes, in order to take a nice carbon monoxide nap, prior to a morning that never arrives, when they meant, with all good intentions, to head down to the Slurpee factory, to see if they were taking on part time, day laborers, it’s possible… it’s possible that enough of them will get together and storm their houses of government and drag the toads, lampreys and pigs from their paneled offices and dispense the justice they should have gotten a long time before but… there’s no telling how it will all sort out. It won’t sort out well in most places, that’s pretty much a given.