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Re: Diner Party New World Order Global Shadow Goobermint
« Reply #15 on: July 06, 2016, 11:19:43 AM »
As the investigative arm and chief of the shadow government secret police I have some disturbing news.  I was water-boarding one of Obama's black suited spooks and learned that the paper-pushing arm of the current deep state is without humor or the intelligence to distinguish between old farts having fun on the Internet and real nut-job terrorists.  This means discussions about the break up of the United States into smaller autonomous regions or its replacement with a SHADOW GOVERNMENT will attract investigation.  Such discussions will be perceived as serious.  That it is all in fun will be ignored.

Remember America has real secret police now but to most people they are a complete secret.  They get paid and to earn their pay checks they have to investigate something.  The merits of their investigations are irrelevant.  It may as well be us.

I would have figured that as Director of the GBI you would have outlawed Waterboarding. :icon_scratch:

What are the Diner Tools for ferreting out the TRUTH in investigations?

How is the Diner Global Police Force organized?  Voters wish to know.

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Re: Diner Party New World Order Global Shadow Goobermint
« Reply #16 on: July 06, 2016, 11:24:14 AM »

If 90% of the people agreed to take a week off from their usual job

If Pigs could Fly all things are possible.  Sadly, Pigs cannot fly unless shot out of a cannon.

Please present a realistic Plank that does not include Flying Pigs.

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« Reply #17 on: July 06, 2016, 12:47:46 PM »
I assume I become secretary of the treasury after a major financial collapse so my crazy monsta policies would be:

Taxation:

- Increase tax rates for maximum earners to 90% for any income above $1million per annum. This income includes income and capital gains tax so people could not game the system by buying stocks in shares/bonds. Over the years the maximum rate threshold will be decreased so people on lower incomes would begin to be taxed at 90%. This will be done to increase equality in society. Co-operation from the chief of justice maybe required.
- Increase corporation tax to 30% which is then subjected to progressively higher thresholds over time. This will be done so more money can be diverted to up-skill programs and move the economy towards a more decentralised model.
- Simplification of tax code to make system more transparent and reduce tax evasion/fraud as well as reduce spending on specialised accountants.
- Over time make it illegal to send money to known tax havens especially if it is found the person is in the top 1% of incoming earning or a major corporation is engaging in such activity.

Fiscal policies:

- Nationalisation of schools/hospitals to gain better value for money in these institutions and prevent the worst excesses in racketeering.
- Reduced expenditure in military which includes closure of many international military bases.
- Make cannabis legal and end war on drugs. Drugs like heroin legalised but can only be prescribed through qualified doctors. Other drugs to be taken on a case by case basis to determine actual harm done to drug-user/against greater public.
- Training programs for unemployed to learn how to farm food and become self-sufficient learning key skills such as carpentry, plumbing etc.
- Redistribution of land so hard limits set on what size farm each person can own. This will not happen instantaneously but occur as people gain farming skills and then later get allocated land.
- A subsidy for local businesses/farms. If a person trades vital goods within a 100 mile radius of headquarters they can a subsidy. This is to encourage localisation and short-supply chains.
- In the event of a major financial banking crisis banks will be bailed out and nationalised for damage limitation. However each taxpayer will own shares in bank and depositors having a "double stake" whilst people working for the banking below upper management also having a double stake. Depositors who are also workers get a triple stake. Over time tax payers encouraged to buy into bank but limits placed on total ownership by one person. Banks will be broken up into regions so no one bank is too large and can specialise more on their local economy.   

Open to suggestions but co-operations with other departments also required to make a more comprehensive manifesto. Provisions may also be needed in the case of unfortunate "accidents" that happen to monsta whilst in office. Requests protection.

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Re: Diner Party New World Order Global Shadow Goobermint
« Reply #18 on: July 06, 2016, 01:32:57 PM »
To add to the fiscal policies:

- Nationalisation of other critical industries such as energy, food (especially stables) as well as transporting (primarily trucking industry). Will follow similar models to the banking industry model described earlier. Food sector will be progressively broken down into smaller and smaller businesses to promote more localisation primarily by limiting land ownership. Co-operatives allowed but are limited to trading within a set radius of headquarters.

Suggestion to other members of government:

Some organised means of planned succession. The reason being is to promote a devolution of powers so central authority is less influential in decision making whilst local regions gain a higher degree of power and ultimately autonomy. Various nationalised industries will be devolved to local jurisdictions but this is not completely fixed as some changes maybe made especially towards funding. These decisions will be determined from prevailing economic conditions at the time.

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« Reply #19 on: July 06, 2016, 02:40:22 PM »
All Citizens of the Post Collapse United States.

The following Edict will be enforced at ALL EDUCATION DEPARTMENTS IMMEDIATELY.

The Curriculum at all Levels of Education will be a thorough teaching of the Harvard Classics as listed individually.

No citizen will be able to hold a government position, vote, or hold any privileged  position in our new society without acquiring a certificate of completing this Education Process with Honors from a fully accredited institution and signed by four professors accountable for verifying your standards of excellence.

Allowing Ass Holes to vote and hold positions of trust and authority, and the misery it has brought us has necessitated this corrective measure.


There will be NO EXCEPTIONS for any reasons whatsoever to this Edict.     Golden Oxen                       Decreed July 6 2016 AD

Mastery of each volume must be acquired and demonstrated.

The Harvard Classics
VOL. I.
His Autobiography, by Benjamin Franklin
Journal, by John Woolman
Fruits of Solitude, by William Penn
II.
The Apology, Phædo and Crito of Plato
The Golden Sayings of Epictetus
The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius
III.
Essays, Civil and Moral & The New Atlantis, by Francis Bacon
Areopagitica & Tractate on Education, by John Milton
Religio Medici, by Sir Thomas Browne
IV.
Complete Poems Written in English, by John Milton
V.
Essays and English Traits, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
VI.
Poems and Songs, by Robert Burns
VII.
The Confessions of Saint Augustine
The Imitation of Christ, by Thomas à Kempis
VIII.
Agamemnon, The Libation-Bearers, The Furies & Prometheus Bound of Aeschylus
Oedipus the King & Antigone of Sophocles
Hippolytus & The Bacchæ of Euripides
The Frogs of Aristophanes
IX.
On Friendship, On Old Age & Letters, by Cicero
Letters, by Pliny the Younger
X.
Wealth of Nations, by Adam Smith
XI.
The Origin of Species, by Charles Darwin
XII.
Lives, by Plutarch
XIII.
Æneid, by Vergil
XIV.
Don Quixote, Part 1, by Cervantes
XV.
The Pilgrim’s Progress, by John Bunyan
The Lives of Donne and Herbert, by Izaak Walton
XVI.
Stories from the Thousand and One Nights
XVII.
Fables, by Æsop Household Tales, by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
Tales, by Hans Christian Andersen
XVIII.
All for Love, by John Dryden
The School for Scandal, by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
She Stoops to Conquer, by Oliver Goldsmith
The Cenci, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
A Blot in the ’Scutcheon, by Robert Browning
Manfred, by Lord Byron
XIX.
Faust, Part I, Egmont & Hermann and Dorothea, by J.W. von Goethe
Dr. Faustus, by Christopher Marlowe
XX.
The Divine Comedy, by Dante Alighieri
XXI.
I Promessi Sposi, by Alessandro Manzoni
XXII.
The Odyssey of Homer
XXIII.
Two Years before the Mast, by Richard Henry Dana, Jr.
XXIV.
On Taste, On the Sublime and Beautiful, Reflections on the French Revolution & A Letter to a Noble Lord, by Edmund Burke
XXV.
Autobiography & On Liberty, by John Stuart Mill
Characteristics, Inaugural Address at Edinburgh & Sir Walter Scott, by Thomas Carlyle
XXVI.
Life Is a Dream, by Pedro Calderón de la Barca
Polyeucte, by Pierre Corneille
Phædra, by Jean Racine
Tartuffe, by Molière
Minna von Barnhelm, by Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Wilhelm Tell, by Friedrich von Schiller
XXVII.
English Essays: Sidney to Macaulay
XXVIII.
Essays: English and American
XXIX.
The Voyage of the Beagle, by Charles Darwin
XXX.
Scientific Papers
XXXI.
The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini
XXXII.
Literary and Philosophical Essays
XXXIII.
Voyages and Travels: Ancient and Modern
XXXIV.
Discourse on Method, by René Descartes
Letters on the English, by Voltaire
On the Inequality among Mankind & Profession of Faith of a Savoyard Vicar, by Jean Jacques Rousseau
Of Man, Being the First Part of Leviathan, by Thomas Hobbes
XXXV.
The Chronicles of Jean Froissart
The Holy Grail, by Sir Thomas Malory
A Description of Elizabethan England, by William Harrison
XXXVI.
The Prince, by Niccolo Machiavelli
The Life of Sir Thomas More, by William Roper
Utopia, by Sir Thomas More
The Ninety-Five Thesis, Address to the Christian Nobility & Concerning Christian Liberty, by Martin Luther
XXXVII.
Some Thoughts Concerning Education, by John Locke
Three Dialogues Between Hylas and Philonous in Opposition to Sceptics and Atheists, by George Berkeley
An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, by David Hume
XXXVIII.
The Oath of Hippocrates
Journeys in Diverse Places, by Ambroise Paré
On the Motion of the Heart and Blood in Animals, by William Harvey
The Three Original Publications on Vaccination Against Smallpox, by Edward Jenner
The Contagiousness of Puerperal Fever, by Oliver Wendell Holmes
On the Antiseptic Principle of the Practice of Surgery, by Joseph Lister
Scientific Papers, by Louis Pasteur Scientific Papers, by Charles Lyell
XXXIX.
Prefaces and Prologues
XL.
English Poetry I: Chaucer to Gray
XLI.
English Poetry II: Collins to Fitzgerald
XLII.
English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman
XLIII.
American Historical Documents: 1000–1904
XLIV.
Confucian: The Sayings of Confucius
Hebrew: Job, Psalms & Ecclesiastes
Christian I: Luke & Acts
XLV.
Christian II: Corinthians I & II & Hymns
Buddhist: Writings
Hindu: The Bhagavad-Gita
Mohammedan: Chapters from the Koran
XLVI.
Edward the Second, by Christopher Marlowe
Hamlet, King Lear, Macbeth & The Tempest, by William Shakespeare
XLVII.
The Shoemaker’s Holiday, by Thomas Dekker
The Alchemist, by Ben Jonson
Philaster, by Beaumont and Fletcher
The Duchess of Malfi, by John Webster
A New Way to Pay Old Debts, by Philip Massinger
XLVIII.
Thoughts, Letters & Minor Works, by Blaise Pascal
XLIX.
Epic & Saga: Beowulf, The Song of Roland, The Destruction of Dá Derga’s Hostel & The Story of the Volsungs and Niblungs
LI.
Lectures on the Harvard Classics


                                             



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Re: Edict From Golden Oxen Mininster of Arts and Humanities
« Reply #20 on: July 06, 2016, 02:48:12 PM »
All Citizens of the Post Collapse United States.

The following Edict will be enforced at ALL EDUCATION DEPARTMENTS IMMEDIATELY.

The Curriculum at all Levels of Education will be a thorough teaching of the Harvard Classics as listed individually.

No citizen will be able to hold a government position, vote, or hold any privileged  position in our new society without acquiring a certificate of completing this Education Process with Honors from a fully accredited institution and signed by four professors accountable for verifying your standards of excellence.

Allowing Ass Holes to vote and hold positions of trust and authority, and the misery it has brought us has necessitated this corrective measure.


There will be NO EXCEPTIONS for any reasons whatsoever to this Edict.     Golden Oxen                       Decreed July 6 2016 AD

Mastery of each volume must be acquired and demonstrated.

The Harvard Classics
VOL. I.
His Autobiography, by Benjamin Franklin
Journal, by John Woolman
Fruits of Solitude, by William Penn
II.
The Apology, Phædo and Crito of Plato
The Golden Sayings of Epictetus
The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius
III.
Essays, Civil and Moral & The New Atlantis, by Francis Bacon
Areopagitica & Tractate on Education, by John Milton
Religio Medici, by Sir Thomas Browne
IV.
Complete Poems Written in English, by John Milton
V.
Essays and English Traits, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
VI.
Poems and Songs, by Robert Burns
VII.
The Confessions of Saint Augustine
The Imitation of Christ, by Thomas à Kempis
VIII.
Agamemnon, The Libation-Bearers, The Furies & Prometheus Bound of Aeschylus
Oedipus the King & Antigone of Sophocles
Hippolytus & The Bacchæ of Euripides
The Frogs of Aristophanes
IX.
On Friendship, On Old Age & Letters, by Cicero
Letters, by Pliny the Younger
X.
Wealth of Nations, by Adam Smith
XI.
The Origin of Species, by Charles Darwin
XII.
Lives, by Plutarch
XIII.
Æneid, by Vergil
XIV.
Don Quixote, Part 1, by Cervantes
XV.
The Pilgrim’s Progress, by John Bunyan
The Lives of Donne and Herbert, by Izaak Walton
XVI.
Stories from the Thousand and One Nights
XVII.
Fables, by Æsop Household Tales, by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
Tales, by Hans Christian Andersen
XVIII.
All for Love, by John Dryden
The School for Scandal, by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
She Stoops to Conquer, by Oliver Goldsmith
The Cenci, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
A Blot in the ’Scutcheon, by Robert Browning
Manfred, by Lord Byron
XIX.
Faust, Part I, Egmont & Hermann and Dorothea, by J.W. von Goethe
Dr. Faustus, by Christopher Marlowe
XX.
The Divine Comedy, by Dante Alighieri
XXI.
I Promessi Sposi, by Alessandro Manzoni
XXII.
The Odyssey of Homer
XXIII.
Two Years before the Mast, by Richard Henry Dana, Jr.
XXIV.
On Taste, On the Sublime and Beautiful, Reflections on the French Revolution & A Letter to a Noble Lord, by Edmund Burke
XXV.
Autobiography & On Liberty, by John Stuart Mill
Characteristics, Inaugural Address at Edinburgh & Sir Walter Scott, by Thomas Carlyle
XXVI.
Life Is a Dream, by Pedro Calderón de la Barca
Polyeucte, by Pierre Corneille
Phædra, by Jean Racine
Tartuffe, by Molière
Minna von Barnhelm, by Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Wilhelm Tell, by Friedrich von Schiller
XXVII.
English Essays: Sidney to Macaulay
XXVIII.
Essays: English and American
XXIX.
The Voyage of the Beagle, by Charles Darwin
XXX.
Scientific Papers
XXXI.
The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini
XXXII.
Literary and Philosophical Essays
XXXIII.
Voyages and Travels: Ancient and Modern
XXXIV.
Discourse on Method, by René Descartes
Letters on the English, by Voltaire
On the Inequality among Mankind & Profession of Faith of a Savoyard Vicar, by Jean Jacques Rousseau
Of Man, Being the First Part of Leviathan, by Thomas Hobbes
XXXV.
The Chronicles of Jean Froissart
The Holy Grail, by Sir Thomas Malory
A Description of Elizabethan England, by William Harrison
XXXVI.
The Prince, by Niccolo Machiavelli
The Life of Sir Thomas More, by William Roper
Utopia, by Sir Thomas More
The Ninety-Five Thesis, Address to the Christian Nobility & Concerning Christian Liberty, by Martin Luther
XXXVII.
Some Thoughts Concerning Education, by John Locke
Three Dialogues Between Hylas and Philonous in Opposition to Sceptics and Atheists, by George Berkeley
An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, by David Hume
XXXVIII.
The Oath of Hippocrates
Journeys in Diverse Places, by Ambroise Paré
On the Motion of the Heart and Blood in Animals, by William Harvey
The Three Original Publications on Vaccination Against Smallpox, by Edward Jenner
The Contagiousness of Puerperal Fever, by Oliver Wendell Holmes
On the Antiseptic Principle of the Practice of Surgery, by Joseph Lister
Scientific Papers, by Louis Pasteur Scientific Papers, by Charles Lyell
XXXIX.
Prefaces and Prologues
XL.
English Poetry I: Chaucer to Gray
XLI.
English Poetry II: Collins to Fitzgerald
XLII.
English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman
XLIII.
American Historical Documents: 1000–1904
XLIV.
Confucian: The Sayings of Confucius
Hebrew: Job, Psalms & Ecclesiastes
Christian I: Luke & Acts
XLV.
Christian II: Corinthians I & II & Hymns
Buddhist: Writings
Hindu: The Bhagavad-Gita
Mohammedan: Chapters from the Koran
XLVI.
Edward the Second, by Christopher Marlowe
Hamlet, King Lear, Macbeth & The Tempest, by William Shakespeare
XLVII.
The Shoemaker’s Holiday, by Thomas Dekker
The Alchemist, by Ben Jonson
Philaster, by Beaumont and Fletcher
The Duchess of Malfi, by John Webster
A New Way to Pay Old Debts, by Philip Massinger
XLVIII.
Thoughts, Letters & Minor Works, by Blaise Pascal
XLIX.
Epic & Saga: Beowulf, The Song of Roland, The Destruction of Dá Derga’s Hostel & The Story of the Volsungs and Niblungs
LI.
Lectures on the Harvard Classics


                                             

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Re: Diner Party New World Order Global Shadow Goobermint
« Reply #21 on: July 06, 2016, 03:09:27 PM »
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Thank God for audio books.

                         

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« Reply #22 on: July 06, 2016, 03:22:47 PM »
No citizen will be able to hold a government position, vote, or hold any privileged  position in our new society without acquiring a certificate of completing this Education Process with Honors from a fully accredited institution and signed by four professors accountable for verifying your standards of excellence.

The idea of having to qualify for the right to vote is a good one although I am not sure it would have to be as vigorous that. Still, with a set level of intelligence then it can prevent the worst excesses of democracy whereby the masses are too easily influenced by the people in power to make decisions against their own best interests. My suggestion is you have a silver standard for voting rights and a gold standard for elevated/government positions. A good dose of critical thinking tests must be present before you can get the gold standard qualification that enables you to get those entrusted positions. The only other suggestion is perhaps an integrity test should be added to make sure the person is a suitable candidate to be trusted and ultimately lead the country to better things.

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« Reply #23 on: July 06, 2016, 03:44:28 PM »
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Thank God for audio books.

                         

Hang up your Drill Edward. You are now a member of the Dim and have lost your prior status in the Pre - collapse society.

                                         

                                                 Audio Books Don't Cut The Mustard Edward

I like all forms of books, GO. I spent most of my childhood in this library, starting about age three.



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I still don't give a flying fuck about Faust, or the Aenid.
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Re: Diner Party New World Order Global Shadow Goobermint
« Reply #24 on: July 06, 2016, 04:26:17 PM »
Any decent and true education would have to have an answer to some of the valid criticisms of what has too often been called "education".

As many critics of the standard ("normal") approach to education have pointed out, what has often passed as "education" has really been little more than "obedience training" in the lower levels ("grades") while at the "higher levels" has been too often reduced to mere job or career training.

American schools which effectively ban (or otherwise simply neglect) Howard Zinn's People's History of the United States are at best questionable in their "history" lessons -- for example.  I'm sure others here have suggestions for texts not found in the Harvard Classics....

So-called educators should have an interesting response to this song -- and video -- (other than outright dismissal of it as 'trash').

Artist: Pink Floyd
Album: The Wall
Released: 1979
Lyrics: don't need no education / We don't need no thought control / No dark sarcasm in the classroom / Teacher leave them kids alone…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YR5ApYxkU-U



... and this book, as well ...

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60974.Walking_on_Water

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« Reply #25 on: July 06, 2016, 04:29:16 PM »
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I still don't give a flying fuck about Faust, or the Aenid.

Yes Edward, Your preference of a work like Ginsberg's Supermarket in California to Virgil's Epic Poem Aeneid is most understandable to me.

Such awareness was the reason for my Edict.

 Influence


                                                   

The Aeneid is a cornerstone of the Western canon, and early (at least by the 2nd century AD) became one of the essential elements of a Latin education,[43] usually required to be memorized.[44] Even after the decline of the Roman Empire, it "remained central to a Latin education".[45] In Latin-Christian culture, the Aeneid was one of the canonical texts, subjected to commentary as a philological and educational study,[46] with the most complete commentary having been written by the 4th-century grammarian Maurus Servius Honoratus.[47] It was widely held to be the pinnacle of Latin literature, much in the same way that the Iliad was seen to be supreme in Greek literature.

The strong influence of the Aeneid has been identified in the development of European vernacular literatures—some English works that show its influence being Beowulf, Layamon's Brut (through the source text Historia Regum Britanniae), The Faerie Queene, and Milton's Paradise Lost. The Italian poet Dante Alighieri was himself profoundly influenced by the Aeneid, so much so that his magnum opus The Divine Comedy, itself widely considered central to the western canon, includes a number of quotations from and allusions to the Aeneid and features the author Virgil as a major character – the guide of Dante through the realms of the Inferno and Purgatorio. Another continental work displaying the influence of the Aeneid is the 16th-century Portuguese epic Os Lusíadas, written by Luís Vaz de Camões and dealing with Vasco de Gama's voyage to India.

The importance of Latin education itself was paramount in Western culture: "from 1600 to 1900, the Latin school was at the center of European education, wherever it was found"; within that Latin school, Virgil was taught at the advanced level and, in 19th-century England, special editions of Virgil were awarded to students who distinguished themselves.[48] In the United States, Virgil and specifically the Aeneid were taught in the fourth year of a Latin sequence, at least until the 1960s;[49] the current (2011) Advanced Placement curriculum in Latin continues to assign a central position to the poem: "The AP Latin: Virgil Exam is designed to test the student's ability to read, translate, understand, analyze, and interpret the lines of the Aeneid that appear on the course syllabus in Latin."[50]

Many phrases from this poem entered the Latin language, much as passages from Shakespeare and Alexander Pope have entered the English language. One example is from Aeneas's reaction to a painting of the sack of Troy: Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt—"These are the tears of things, and our mortality cuts to the heart" (Aeneid I, 462). The influence is also visible in very modern work: Brian Friel's Translations (a play written in the 1980s, set in 19th century Ireland), makes references to the classics throughout and ends with a passage from the Aeneid:

    Urbs antiqua fuit—there was an ancient city which, 'tis said, Juno loved above all the lands. And it was the goddess's aim and cherished hope that here should be the capital of all nations—should the fates perchance allow that. Yet in truth she discovered that a race was springing from Trojan blood to overthrow some day these Tyrian towers—a people late regem belloque superbum—kings of broad realms and proud in war who would come forth for Libya's downfall.[51]


                                         

 A Supermarket In California - Poem by Allen Ginsberg

  What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles
full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! --- and you,
Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the
meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price
bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and
followed in my imagination by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting
artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does
your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel
absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to
shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in
driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you
have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and
stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?
                           

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Re: Edict From Golden Oxen Minister of Arts and Humanities
« Reply #26 on: July 06, 2016, 04:56:09 PM »
No citizen will be able to hold a government position, vote, or hold any privileged  position in our new society without acquiring a certificate of completing this Education Process with Honors from a fully accredited institution and signed by four professors accountable for verifying your standards of excellence.

The idea of having to qualify for the right to vote is a good one although I am not sure it would have to be as vigorous that. Still, with a set level of intelligence then it can prevent the worst excesses of democracy whereby the masses are too easily influenced by the people in power to make decisions against their own best interests. My suggestion is you have a silver standard for voting rights and a gold standard for elevated/government positions. A good dose of critical thinking tests must be present before you can get the gold standard qualification that enables you to get those entrusted positions. The only other suggestion is perhaps an integrity test should be added to make sure the person is a suitable candidate to be trusted and ultimately lead the country to better things.

Yes Monsta, Your ideas about a Gold Standard and a Silver Standard were well received by me.  ;D
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« Reply #27 on: July 06, 2016, 05:07:31 PM »
Ginsberg was really GOOD, wasn't he? Fucking awesome.

For me, I discovered him and Kerouac on the same day. My recollection is that Ginsberg wrote a eulogy of Kerouac (I want to say it was in Saturday Review). The eulogy perfectly mimicked Kerouac's stream of consciousness style, although I did not yet realize that was the intention.

1969. I would have been just about to turn 14. I had probably been reading a slew of books about boys and their dogs, and maybe some Rafael Sabatini ( I discovered Captain Blood at the library, having been born a little late to catch the movies.) I think I started reading Evelyn Waugh around then, too.

Anyway, I was so taken with what Ginsberg wrote that I went to the Mall (new in those days) and found a copy of The Dharma Bums. I loved it from the first page. It was years before I found out it was all autobiographical, and that the characters were all thinly disguised acquaintances of Kerouac.



Allen Ginsberg at Kerouac's funeral at the Edson Cemetery in Lowell Massachusetts.

http://ginsbergblog.blogspot.com/2015/10/jack-kerouacs-funeral.html
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Re: Diner Party New World Order Global Shadow Goobermint
« Reply #28 on: July 06, 2016, 05:09:42 PM »
Well, now we're making some progress!  Not that I agree with all these Planks as written, but it's a start!  :icon_sunny:

It looks like we now have a taxation policy along with nationalization of critical industries along with the Justice system.  An education policy, at least for people who want to run for office or vote.  That "Harvard Classics" list is the Fucking reading list from Contemporary Civilizations, the 2 semester 8 credit course every Columbia Undergrad had to take to make sure you had a "knowledge of history".  I did not get those nice leather bound volumes, i bought them all in paperback, along with the Cliff Notes.  It still cost a fortune.  This is the "core curriculum" of Ivy League universities.  There's a second 2 semester 8 credit course also require called "Humanities". In that one you had an equally voluminous reading list of the "great works" of fiction, Tom Jones, Gullivers Travels, Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Homer...etc.etc...etc.  Not only did you have to read all this shit, you had to produce a paper a week on it.  I write about this some in my upcoming Sunday Brunch article on the origins of the European Union.

We're still in need of a military policy that will insure peace, or at least prevent Global Thermonuclear War.  Which means we need a means to settle disputes between groups of people with different beliefs or who have more or less stuff like food to eat than their neighbor does.  Even without nations, you'll still have tribes of people, possibly not speaking the same language as their neighbors like in Europe.

We also still need a Health Care plank and an Energy plank and a few others.  This platform is still pretty rickety.

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« Reply #29 on: July 06, 2016, 05:16:54 PM »
Ginsberg was really GOOD, wasn't he? Fucking awesome.

For me, I discovered him and Kerouac on the same day. My recollection is that Ginsberg wrote a eulogy of Kerouac (I want to say it was in Saturday Review). The eulogy perfectly mimicked Kerouac's stream of consciousness style, although I did not yet realize that was the intention.

1969. I would have been just about to turn 14. I had probably been reading a slew of books about boys and their dogs, and maybe some Rafael Sabatini ( I discovered Captain Blood at the library, having been born a little late to catch the movies.) I think I started reading Evelyn Waugh around then, too.

Anyway, I was so taken with what Ginsberg wrote that I went to the Mall (new in those days) and found a copy of The Dharma Bums. I loved it from the first page. It was years before I found out it was all autobiographical, and that the characters were all thinly disguised acquaintances of Kerouac.



Allen Ginsberg at Kerouac's funeral at the Edson Cemetery in Lowell Massachusetts.

http://ginsbergblog.blogspot.com/2015/10/jack-kerouacs-funeral.html

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                                       HOWL
 For Carl Solomon


I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room,   
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,   
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom,
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver—joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’ rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hung-over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steam-heat and opium,
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blur floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,
who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steamwhistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong & amnesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,
returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,
Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,
with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination—
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time—
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipsis catalogue a variable measure and the vibrating plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.


II

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!


III

Carl Solomon! I’m with you in Rockland
   where you’re madder than I am
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you must feel very strange
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you imitate the shade of my mother
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you laugh at this invisible humor
I’m with you in Rockland
   where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I’m with you in Rockland
   where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio
I’m with you in Rockland
   where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses
I'm with you in Rockland
   where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
I’m with you in Rockland
   where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb
I’m with you in Rockland
   where there are twentyfive thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
I’m with you in Rockland
   where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won’t let us sleep
I’m with you in Rockland
   where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself    imaginary walls collapse    O skinny legions run outside    O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here    O victory forget your underwear we’re free
I’m with you in Rockland
   in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

San Francisco, 1955—1956



 

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