Chris Floyd is “re-orienting,” leaving blogspace, which is both a personal and public blow. He has been a shard of glass refracting light in our increasingly dismal, pant-hooping world. Everything he ever wrote was a diamond bullet in your brain, without violence or bloodshed. Mere words. A simple act of compassion. I hope we could say that about ourselves, but allow my doubt.
He leaves a burning sword.
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How many years can you watch this stuff closely and remain sane? I can’t. I’m done as well. I follow news and go to the usual places for a bit of the truth but we’re in a post-truth, post-moral age of deception within deception and it’s just too complicated for me. The Republic is dead and the Empire lives and there is no movement at all that seriously opposes it, not in this country at any rate.
All we have now are people who can stomach keeping a record and who can do so without having their heart broken time after time. Floyd wrote movingly about the victims of the Empire he was deeply involved you could feel it in what he wrote–I’m surprised he lasted this long.
The problems we face are not political but cultural and “solutions” to our problems cannot come in the political arena. The power-elite are firmly in charge and there is no opening for anything else. It’s time to give up–this space, for example is largely empty and there is little dialogue just a little running in place until it fades away.
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you remain indispensable to those of us also running on fumes.
for as long as ek or I are able to sit upright, can type and can pay the bill. Coherence is not relevant.
We all need a break from the tubz and politics. I took an entire year in 2008.
Right now I’m in need of a break from my RL work. I’ll be doing that shortly.
Meanwhile, everybody needs to find some fun, take a walk in the sunshine or the rain (miserable here today, ugh!).
Post-Mortem America: Bush’s Year of Triumph and the Hard Way Ahead (.PDF)
Chris Floyd, Empire Burlesque
You cut down my green trees.
The food you fed my children
Was the cause of their disease.
My world is slowly fallin’ down
And the airs not good to breathe.
And those of us who care enough,
We have to do something…….
(Chorus)
Oh…….oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh…….oh What you gonna do about me?
Your newspapers,
They just put you on.
They never tell you
The whole story.
They just put your
Young ideas down.
I was wonderin’ could this be the end
Of your pride and glory?
(Chorus)
I work in your factory.
I study in your schools.
I fill your penitentiaries.
And your military too!
And I feel the future trembling,
As the word is passed around.
“If you stand up for what you do believe,
Be prepared to be shot down.”
(Chorus)
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live like an outlaw.
An’ I’m always on the run……..
And I’m always getting busted
And I got to take a stand……..
I believe the revolution
Must be mighty close at hand……..
(Chorus)
I smoke marijuana
But I cant get behind your wars.
And most of what I do believe
Is against most of your laws
I’m a fugitive from injustice
But I’m goin’ to be free.
Cause your rules and regulations
They don’t do the thing for me
(Chorus)
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live just like an outlaw.
An’ I’m always on the run.