The Land of Thieves and Murderers

I live in a land of thieves and of murderers.
Ruled by yet another set of thieves and murderers,
Who equals or exceeds the prior.

Judged by umpires and officials, both inept and corrupt.
Whence justice and equality is more equal for the some,
And lesser for the not-some, ala Orwellian 'Animal Farm'.

I live in a land where opportunities are not based upon merits,
But favour dependent on the 'Who' that you know.
Or the palm that you otherwise grease.

I live in a land immoral and sinful.
I live in a land depraved.
I live in a land in fear of itself.
Of what tomorrow brings.

Ode To An Orange Moon (Part II: The Closing Chapter)

Tonight....

"A long time ago,
 A half orange moon I gazed.

 A moment in impulse then,
 A pen I grasped in hand.

 A prose I scribed,
 A match in you it described.

 A dandelion t'was for then.
 A dandelion so too this is for now.

 A wait too long.
 A goodbye, a farewell song.

 A-Mei's 趁早"

The Activist: The Financial System

The Financial System is a Machine That Destroys Our Souls

In Capitalism, Consumerism, Debt Prison, IMF-WorldBank-Wall Street- Complex, The Financial System on August 21, 2011at 11:28 pm

How do we take our lives back from the hands of the bankers and bondholders? We must fight for our own minds. We must fight for our own visions, we must fight for authenticity, for freedom in every form and fashion. We must fight against the forces of stability, the vampirism of a financial system based on usurping our hopes and passions. We must fight against the ignorant cycling of capital on the back of human misery. We must fight for our lives back, we must break the exploitive contract, we do not want your house, we do not want your false dreams. We want freedom, we want justice, we want to feed the starving children.

We do not want your luxurious cars or your mansions, we do not want your false hopes, we want basic rights for every individual on earth. We want basic justice for every human being on this planet.

We do not want your weapons programs funded by our very tax money. We do not want your images plastered on the television.

Down with injustice, down with a mass media that sugarcoats the heinous truth. Down with a psychological environment which turns human beings into silent consumers of their inner self.

We have mortgaged our lives and now we sit and wait for our lives to improve, we must stop waiting and take our lives back. We must extract our hearts and souls out of the mass media machine. We must extricate our very being out of the cycles of capital which are meant to distract us, consume us and reduce us to wanton beasts.

Gertrude Taylor

The Activists: The Truth About The System

We are not a Part of the System,

We are Merely Exploited by the System

In Capitalism, Democracy, Oppression on August 19, 2011 at 2:08 pm

We slave away from day to night. We wash the dishes. We drive to work, we pay our taxes, we serve our time, but are we part of the system?

The answer is an explicit no. We are merely the work horses, the laborers, but the agenda is always dictated from above. The social ‘truths’ are all formulated in the think tanks of the rich. The elite mass media which thinks of the masses as nothing more than a piece of dough, to be kneaded and kneaded until the message is clear.

Thus, we, the masses, the form, the people, have been rendered as nothing more than a reflexive, reactive audience. We, the generation of apolitical children, have been stuffed in movie theatres so that we may have Mr. Spielberg dream on our behalf.

We have lost touch with our inner selves, we have been formulated and reformulated so many times that we have grown tired and insecure. We shelter ourselves inside of our manufactured personas. We tuck our feelings inside of the day to day. We try to escape through the television screens, but we are stuck as a non-entity still.

No, we are not part of the system. In fact, the system deliberately chooses to ignore us when it cannot explicitly formulate our psyche. The system bullies us, the system crushes our self-esteem. When we rise, they call us hooligans. When we protest, they labels us as existential trouble markers.

No, we are not part of this system, and the dream is not our dream. Our manufactured consumer reality is not even our reality. We are ghosts within the industrial machine, our voices are nothing more than allusions to a primal voice that can exist in this culture no more.

No, we are not part of any system, we are merely the oil used to lubricate; the cheap labor used to increase profitability; the beasts of burden used to lug around the guilts of the rich and the vanities of the famous.

Michael Schaefer

The fruit from the Bong tree....

So that's what a Bong fruit is! Ooops.... Heh. ;p

What is an activist?

It's been almost five years since I took to activism. Often, I am asked by the uninitiated (or the apathetic) what an activist is. What do they do? Where do they do it? How is it done? And of course, why do they do it? They all expect uncomplicated answers. Like cereal straight out of the box. If only it was that easy.

There's a point where anyone can become an activist. I mean, you see something so wrong. And you have to act on it. To the more radical extremist elements, this means even if it leads to the end of you.

In the early days, although I had an uneasy time explaining the complexities associated with this occupation, it did not deter me from obliging as I harbored hopes that it will touch, move or inspire others 'to take up arms', per se. I never ceased trying to illuminate injustices or atrocities that are so well hidden from the general population by 'the System'. However, as time passed along, cynicism manifested and overtook my way of being. Facing such questions and defining an answer now bordered on the point of being an inconvenience. So while I look forward to extending my days as a 'troublemaker' (Yes, that's what governments and corporate bigwigs will have others think of people such as us) to a full decade, this posting is my reply to the subject matter one more time.

Now scoot and leave me alone, all of you! Heh. ;p

Tonight I can write the saddest lines....

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, "The night is shattered, 
And the blue stars shiver in the distance."
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes? 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. 
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. 
And the verse falls to the soul, like dew to the pasture. 

What does it matter that my love could not keep her?
The night is shattered and she is not with me. 

This is all. 
In the distance, someone is singing. In the distance. 
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her. 
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. 
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. 
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes. 

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. 
Love is so short, forgetting is so long. 

Because through the nights like this one, I held her in my arms.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. 

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.   

~ Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904 - September 23, 1973)

The Activist: The Creed

The Revolution is Our Only Hope

In Activism, Democracy, The Revolution on August 21, 2011 at 1:19 am

It is time for humanity to act upon the oppression. It is time for us to push back against the waves of injustice. No child should die of hunger. No economy should be allowed to expand by squeezing out the poor. No mass culture should be justified as it deceives the people.

The revolution is the only way to clear the clouds of misery that hover above the human condition. Capitalism is a lie. Economic growth is a myth, the wealth of the people is being siphoned as we speak. The governments are nothing more than charades.

It is time for the people to rise, the frenetic energy of the crowds to manifest itself in every fashion possible.

The revolution is the only way in which we can free ourselves from 400 years of capitalist bondage and accumulation. The revolution is the only way to wipe out the remnants of slavery that will otherwise remain a part of our psychology forever.

Anyone who is afraid of the revolution has something to hide. Anyone who questions the rationale of the revolution is complicit in the injustices that continue to grow as stock market indices skyrocket.

We are the people, we are the ones, we are the voice and it is our duty to resist. It is our obligation to rebel against those who insist on subduing human freedom. It is our responsibility to ourselves and to future generations to do away with the corporate schemes, with the military-industrial machines, with greedy entities that are bent on destroying humanity.

Fear is their weapon, it is not ours. Fear is the instrument that they surgically put into our chests. We are afraid of nothing, we stand together, the collective, the people, the ones who have nothing to hide, the ones who have no desire to hoard the resources of the world.

Our asset is our will power. Our hope lies in our political consciousness. Our freedom is the only air that we need to breathe.

Gertrude Taylor

What the heck are Bong trees???

I want to go to the land where the Bong tree grows......

春夜喜雨 Welcome Rain on a Spring Night

Touched and moved by this....

好雨知时节 The good rain knows its season,

当春乃发生 When spring arrives, it brings life.

随风潜入夜 It follows the wind secretly into the night,

润物细无声 And moistens all things softly, without sound.

野径云俱黑 On the country road, the clouds are all black,

江船火独明 On the riverboat, a single fire bright.

晓看红湿处 At dawn one sees this place now red and wet,

花重锦官城 The flowers are heavy in the brocade city.

~ A poem by 杜甫 Du Fu (712-770)

Western Union and its predatory ways

I subscribe to the mailing list of Avaaz, an independent non-profit making lobby group with a global presence. This morning, I received the below email. The core story it told made my stomach churn. So I decided to reproduce it here. If it has the same effect on you, please kindly add your name to the petition by signing at the below link.

https://secure.avaaz.org/en/make_giving_powerful/?vl

Thank you.

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From: Luis Morago - Avaaz.org
Date: Fri, Dec 31, 2010 at 4:30 AM
Subject: Predators
To: "ng.steven@gmail.com"

Dear friends,

Western Union is taking critical money from the world's working poor by charging predatory transfer fees. As we move through the giving season, let's urgently shame them into action! Add your voice to the petition for fair fees:

This holiday season, Josh, a Kenyan student in the Netherlands, scraped together a year's worth of savings and sent it home to support 10 struggling family members. Shockingly, the giant money transfer company Western Union skimmed off 20% of the cash meant for Josh's family in fees.

Josh’s story is painfully retold every day, the world over, on a staggering scale -- an estimated $44.3 billion worldwide was lost in transfer fees last year! The World Bank recommends that transaction costs not exceed 5% of the total, but Western Union has never faced serious pressure to lower its crippling charges. If we unite in a global outcry now, we can expose its predatory practices when its carefully crafted, family-friendly image is most vulnerable: the giving season.

Josh's generosity -- and that of millions of workers around the world -- shouldn't go to waste! Let's call on Western Union to lower its fees to 5% for the poorest countries, and when the petition reaches 250,000 we’ll deliver it to the company’s image-sensitive board of directors. Sign now and then forward this to friends and family:

https://secure.avaaz.org/en/make_giving_powerful/?vl

Sacrifices like Josh’s dwarf foreign governmental aid every year and provide a vital lifeline to the world’s poorest economies. Slashing the obscene profits of companies like Western Union would dramatically increase assistance flowing into developing countries. Instead, families around the world received far less than they deserved so that Western Union's CEO could take home $8.1 million in 2009.

The World Bank recommends that transfer companies limit fees to 5% of the amount being transferred, but some banks and companies have astronomical hidden charges. Perversely, the neediest countries coming out of war or disaster suffer the greatest losses, because of transfer companies' monopolistic privileges and exclusive deals with local banks.

The yearly savings of men and women laboring in hospitals, construction sites and restaurants end up padding Western Union's profits. The company funds charity projects to improve its corporate image – but these do nothing to hide the massive inequity that their business model perpetrates. Let's raise our voices loudly to support true generosity during the holiday season – and help bring immediate benefits to workers and the relatives they sustain. Together we can make sure that needy families – rather than CEOs – benefit from holiday giving:

https://secure.avaaz.org/en/make_giving_powerful/?vl

When citizens around the world stand together to protest injustice, we can force back unchecked greed and inequality – as we've done together before. Buoyed by the warmth and empathy of the holiday season, let's make sure that generous gifts arrive where they're most needed.

With hope and gratitude,

Luis, Stephanie, Graziela, David, Paula, Ben, and the rest of the Avaaz team

SOURCES:

Western Union CEO's pay more than triples in 2009, Associated Press:
http://abcnews.go.com/Business/wireStory?id=10241684

Past Time for Remittance Justice, ACORN International:
https://secure.avaaz.org/remittance_justice_report

World Bank Remittance Pricing resource:
http://remittanceprices.worldbank.org/


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Coming Full Circle.... 50 Years Later.

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I wish there was a way to to provide a profound narrative for these few frames of images but I can't. I'm dumbstruck!

Idiota!

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I'm dreading this but I think Mr. Walking Cane up in First Class is about to disprove the hypothesis of my two previous posts.

Goddammit! Which idiot thought up this lousy comic strip anyway?

Antique Chapter, Antique People....

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It used to be so natural

To talk about forever

But "used to be's" don't count anymore

They just lay on the floor

'Til we sweep them away.....

- You Don't Bring Me Flowers, Neil Diamond & Barbara Streisand

五十年不變 (Fifty Years, Unrequited Love)

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I'd like to say that I still believe in love but...

Somehow the fallacies that befalls men and women of today no longer allow for the romantic notions of yesteryears to thrive beyond eras past.

Sigh....

Personal announcement...Not!

As of time anew commencing August, I would like to announce that I shall be embarking on a new career. It is called 'Professional Bumming', and from my comprehension of the recruitment brochure, it is a vocation that requires one to only meet 2 conditions; that is, a commitment to take the meaning of leisurely idleness to new heights and a willingness to sacrifice time (which I currently have in over-abundance). I am unsure if lazing on a hammock after lunch and drinking beer by the beach at night is the right career move but as they say, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

Wish me luck, guys. Danke! ; )

What should one do....

Somehow, lurking somewhere within the shadows of conflicts, there will always be some semblance of profound humanistic philosophy to cling to; albeit, one that does not necessarily not arise by succumbing to one's weaknesses and one's compromise of moral values to do the right thing.

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If Ever....

If ever we meet again, and you were to ask if there had been anything that I had longed to say to you, I think this would be it.

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If ever....

A year. Twelve months.

A year passed.
Though twelve months it is not like.
I don't know where you are.
I don't know where you've been.

Time heals.
Wounds closes.
And pain eases.
I thank God.

Should the wind carry this,
Know that I have long forgiven you.
And that my heart still skips a beat,
Each time I hear your name.

I ask that you forgive me too, Bibi...

James Cameron on mankind...

Long quote here that's fresh out of the oven but I think it sums up nicely how we're all f**king and messing up this world that we live in.

"I think there's this long wonderful history of the human race written in blood going back as far as we can remember... where we have this tendency to just take what we want without asking.

That's how we treat the natural world as well - there's a sense of entitlement. We're here, we're big, we've got the guns, we've got the technology, we've got the brains. We are therefore entitled to every damn thing on this planet.

And that's not how it works - and we're going to find out the hard way if we don't wise up and start seeking a life that's in balance with the natural world [and] the natural cycles of life on Earth."

- Comments by James Cameron on the sidelines of the premiere of his new film, Avatar.