Jack Spratt

120708 05:49 foretold

My demise is foretold by profit not prophesy

as is our species extinction none ever remembered no trace

quick or slow the monuments whether head stones or The Statue of Liberty or Treasury will be sand plain and simple a desert deserted in time

I should be sad but am not since this world as always reverts to the rich and powerful the 1% who glibly slay us for their amusement in our deaths

but in life we are “The White Man's Burden”

I am not for sale and never will I be a slave to anyone or thing save God of course

The formulary of me; this heart, the soul, this consciousness was born in an attic, Ripley, Ohio. The Rev. John Rankin House at first sight the manacles lain upon a plain wooden floor where runaway slaves hid from those who having purchased them exercised extreme measures to humiliate and propagate their profits by inseminating women slaves and their female children. Disbanding families as though live stock. The scenario etched a dry point copper plate remains still bleeding.

Scarcely able to manage myself what can I contribute to such little time is left consequent the wars for profit, rumors of more, or, The Big One ending it all in a flash. Then too are the other bombs: population, endless rape of civil rights, confiscation of homes, education and one now wonders the genius of Osama bin Laden who could have planned this betrayal resulting in our common estate. Instead I see bankers, politicians, stock manipulators, speculators nakedly enjoying what they have wrought their glee our final loss of the glory fought for on foreign shores with our taxes insured.

I may speak about God but not for the divine. Were I able I would sterilize them all expunging their families backwards and forwards so that no memory of their greed remained. Their incorporated protections legal in Florida where the principal part began.

But of course by their definition such is impossible for they have justified their greed by legislation proclaimed selfishness as the ideal & normative. The gall of them the bile I can scarcely contain. Perhaps The Big One, a communal mass suicide would be better than the 20 year assured death sentence of Alzheimer & Dementia’s assured by plastic lined cans, flexible plastic bottles rendering our male children impotent . . . by Alzheimer epidemic now will soon be a plague unstoppable and that alone will crush what remains of Their, Inc. profits.

Neither Sky Pilot, nor clairvoyant, I remain a journalist and once one, always one. A witness recording the death throes of what was once a wonderful idea.

We become, now and future Point of View, experiential, ultimately victims of those who purport to lead/rule by “Divine Right” the 1% . . . be well and do no harm

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