8-Bit Victory, the Babylon System, and What Is Best In Life

What is cowardice but a lot self-imposed garbage? I'm sick of living my life this way. Victory will come by way of saying 'Fuck you!' to as many people as necessary, and in spectacular fashion. I have a giant middle finger for anyone who doubts me, misrepresents the value I create, fails to see the merit of my vision, or who discounts my God-given abilities. The only constraint on my success as a human being is that which I impose upon myself. I will burn your mother-fucking house down. I will watch your corrupt castle crumble into dust from Minimum Safe Distance.

Castlevania ©1986 Konami Holdings Corp.

     There will be no mercy. None. I'm beyond sick of this abominable routine of whoring myself to the Human Resource pimps who narrowly view my worth in terms of prior  experiences in proper self-humiliation; my value to the human race has absolutely nothing to do whatsoever with my ability and willingness to marginally enrich a scrum of directors huddled around a conference table, or their invisible share-holder bosses. I will no longer tolerate the acrimony of being 'managed' by some room-temperature IQ ignoramus, bereft of creativity, living a thoroughly unexamined life as a pathetic mechanism of corporate profitability - someone promoted through the ranks not for their capacity for original thought, but for their ambition to demonstrate obedience and conformity, or worse, for being skilled in the sanctioned brutality of others. These are the real deplorables - the exhausted, fleshy human refuse conditioned from birth to tacitly accept Slavery 2.0 - the free-range kind, as they desperately cling to the false assumptions they hold regarding the true terms of their carefully managed 'freedom'. Bill Hicks pretty much nailed it when he asked us how free we really are when ANY iteration of human action requires dollars in one's pocket or bank account. Fucking losers think they live in a free society; they think they actually have a stake in it. 

      "Babylon System is the vampire, falling empire; Sucking the children day by day, sucking the blood of the sufferers; Building church and university, deceiving the people continually, graduating thieves and murderers." -Bob Marley, 'Babylon System'

     I'll say it again: Go fuck yourself! I don't believe in your institutions. Someone should slice their way through your successive levels of zombies and demons, the little self-important imps who paw meekly for your anemic praise, and who stab viciously from their niches at any outlier they encounter; someone needs to slay you, the demon boss, through your hideous eye. 

Demon Sword ©1990 Taito America Corp.

      
     You are only as you were designed to be - a bringer of bedlam. You must be slain with absolute prejudice. There is no justification for mercy. To turn away from your system and your creatures is the only sane option, but your influence begins at birth and continues to the end of delayed childhood (also known as graduation from High School) and beyond, indoctrinating the soul to stifle itself. The only freedom is to do the insane, the self-indulgent, the ill-advised, the foolhardy, the idealistic. 

     At what point did pursuing a dream become relegated to idle fantasy?  It's hardly self-indulgent to have a burning desire to connect with fellow humans at a level above crude social or economic discourse. There are higher forms of achievable intimacy and understanding- to paint a masterpiece that pulls the onlooker out of their void and into a state of contemplation, and thus, potential spiritual growth; there is merit to composing music that makes the soul ache, which inspires joy, and ignites the desire to make a difference, that realigns one's chemicals and obliterates depression; there is value in the creation of stories, of writing narratives that serve as analogs for everyday struggles - there is merit in the modern iteration of the timeless parable of Good vs. Evil. These creative endeavors are what propulse the human race away from its self-imposed limitations.

Bionic Commando © 1987 Capcom Co. Ltd.

     Acknowledging the conditions of one's slavery is the first step to self-liberation, as the Babylon System is based upon 'voluntary compliance' - and that particular doublespeak can merit its own stand-alone treatise. I acknowledge that I am a slave. Only another slave suffering from Stockholm Syndrome would accuse me of 'white privilege' for making such a claim about the spiritual conditions that afflict everybody, as though acknowledging the very palpable reality of extreme poverty and human misery as planned mechanisms somehow spits on the legitimate, horrid history of antebellum chattel slavery. Post-Reconstruction, the slave masters on both sides of Mason/Dixon still held to the premise that their supremacy must be measured in terms of disposable human lives. They got wise, and got to work through their 'philanthropy'. Thus, the concept of 'human resources' was born of the super-oligarchs' desire to cultivate their break-away civilization built on exploitation; their thirst for expendable human chattel to fuel their corpulent greed never abated. They revised and expanded the scope of existing American Indian Reservation policy. The 40-hour work week evolved; the one-income, nuclear family became an economic impossibility; the public school system metastasized and assumed parenting responsibilities; central banking quietly subverted the free economy; psychological conditions were invented so as to classify nearly everybody as mentally defective; modern marvels of pharmaceutical realignment therapy helped tamp down on the inevitable social costs of this new, high tech bondage; prison for profit became a legal form of both population control, and cultural genocide; Panem et Circensus was refashioned for the modern era via television, and now, the internet.

     Over the course of a century, slavery was systematically mutated into a psycho-economic process - one which oversaw the breeding and indoctrination of an obedient, cowardly, compliant workforce. That's where we are today. Again, ask yourself how fucking free you are without dollars in your pocket or a government approved bank account. Ask how fucking free you are without your social security number, or your public school credentials. Ask how fucking free you are when your official identity is distilled down to a credit score, and you're saddled with debt you were never meant to be able to repay. As the late Russell Means was known to say, 'Welcome to the Reservation!" I say nuke the site from orbit. Blow the whole thing to pieces, make your swift escape, and never look back. Ever.

     And so I ask, 'What is best in life?' The answer is to do what is necessary to not be someone's slave, to go to whatever extreme lengths are required to safeguard one's personal, spiritual and economic freedom; to use the system as minimally as possible, and then only for the express purpose of subverting it.

'Conan, what is best in life?'
'Crush enemies, see them driven before you,
and to hear the lamentations of their women.'
'That is good.'

©1982 20th Century Fox

 

 

     I've been beating my brains out since last July trying to break into the Austin job market, consuming countless hours and my intellectual energy, and I've failed miserably; I've received over a hundred and thirty rejections, and I'm just exhausted. I can't take being told by so many people in no uncertain terms that I'm not worth dog shit to their corporate masters. One more job rejection, and I'm jettisoning myself from the 'good ol' U.S. of A.' I'm selling off what little property I have left, and I'm heading back to the frontier of the American Dream in Costa Rica where my life was reclaimed; where I will film my first, and possibly only music video. I'm an artist. There is no excuse to abandon what I love, to forsake what God put me on this earth to do, in order to be afforded the illusion of security and comfort. There is no excuse for withholding my true gifts from humanity. If I fail, I'll just be back where I am at this moment. But I might succeed. There's no excuse, other than choosing to continue to be a coward and a slave.