Solvitur Ambulando – “It is solved by walking”

Here in the western world we live in biblical times.  We have for quite awhile and will continue to do so until we have reached our apocalypse.  It’s an unfortunate position to be in for a Taoist such as myself who prefers The Way filled will the myriad creatures as opposed to being sold an investment in the next life for the mere sacrifice of the one I already have.  It’s the hustle of the money changers offering the shill one set of useless symbols for another set of useless symbols.  

Abbracapocus!  

Your worthless dollars are now a worthless piece of magnatized plastic with its beastly number scawled across it.  As you hold it in your hand with it’s number burned into your head do you ever get the feeling its just some kind of infernal joke?  Of course it is, it’s the classic “give ‘em enough rope joke.”  I like to think of it as living in the punch line of history’s long yarn.

Oh sure, it can be a little hard to keep your sense of humor about it at times.  As Philip K. Dick wrote when his girlfriend was dying of terminal cancer.  ”The worst part of it is I’m beginning to lose my sense of humor about cancer.”  Dick was a real maverick in his thinking.  Most dicks are.  But you have to be a maverick, or a least think like a maverick, to make any sense out of the times we live in. After all, we live in a world where the leaders are so bodacious as to start the G20 Summit, during a time of total economic catastrophe that they engineered, on April Fools Day.  

YO!  I think Jesus said it in Matthew 24:28 – “For wheresoever the corpse is, there will the vultures be gathered together.” And Yada Yada Yada says the Hebrew.  Lets face it.  You can whine about the New World Order power elite all you want but it was the common rube who took the rope that they are now hanging by.  And THAT, dear friends, is what brings me to my new motto, “Solvitur Ambulando.” Frater Perdurabo liked to answers his students questions with this reply.  It means to solve by walking.  What he meant when he said this was that to know how to do something one needs to do it.  Put country simple, if you want to know how to make cornbread, you need to start making cornbread.

And this is where the Joe Americans failed themselves.  In the best case scenario they’ve spent years working and SAVING their money for retirement only to find their money is vapor.  Of course, it always was vapor but while the rope was being doled out they fell for the illusion because it made them feel safe in a non-existent future. Come to think of it, that’s not a very good best case scenario but its what a lot of decent, hard-working folks did.

Even worse, however, were the fools who thought they themselves would become like their gods the money changers.  Leasing cars they would never own to drive to the mall with their credit card to change their image. Buying houses with nothing to flip for a future profit.  Not caring at all how it would really work.  Never asking where does value come from.  They wanted to make something from nothing using the hocuspocus.

Ha, now they want to rail against Wall Street for taking what they never had in the first place.  It seems going broke causes people to lose their sense of humor about money.  And while they put their hope in a game of Three-card Monte played by the hacks in Washington they still don’t seem to understand that the money they are playing with is all part of the grand illusion. 

In the end, with the entire world leveraged beyond its ability, the powers that be will be forced to overturn the table.  They will lose all sense of control, blasting the old order to bits to bring about their New Order of the Ages. Just like in the Old Testament, their tower reaching to the heavens will be swept away. Those of us who survive will be forced to solve our problems by walking.

Those who wish to embody the Tao should embrace all things.
To embrace all things means first that one holds no
anger or resistance toward any idea or thing, living
or dead, formed or formless.
Acceptance is the very essence of the Tao.”
– Lao Tzu

Published in: on March 31, 2009 at 9:48 pm  Leave a Comment  

What’s in Your Third Eye?

You never want a serious crisis to go to waste, and what I mean by that is an opportunity to do things that you didn’t think you could do before.” – Rahm Emanuel

A country’s attitude is formed by it’s leadership and I took this Rahm Emanuel quote to heart last weekend when the main hard drive in my Power Mac mothership decided it was time to leave my cold, cruel world of hacking the matrix to the best of my God given abilities. It came with a weeks worth of pre-amble that I was able to recognize as the death rattle of a hard drive past its prime. The Macintosh spinning wheel of death with the audible, cyclical click of a hard drive repeating the same read function over and over. After the first episode and the subsequent forced restart I started backing up the lab to external hard drives at a furious pace. Then, last Saturday it happened. The spinning wheel of death and the clicking noise just kept going and going and going… it was over. Just like that. One day you’re here and the next day you’re gone.

So alas, it was indeed time to create a new order of the ages. And the elderly 150 gig main drive of yore had long since become the retarded step child that you tolerated because the consequences of open rejection would be too much to overcome. So I scored a 1 terabyte (yea, 1000 gig) Seagate Barracuda drive for $109 bucks at Best Buy, upgraded to OS X 10.5 and have backed up and emptied the second drive bay so that I can now install another terabyte hard drive.

Meanwhile, the Good Lord saw fit to bestow upon me a 62 hour work week at the exact time my hard drive failed. The Lord does indeed work in mysterious ways. It’s been a hell of an opportunity and with the weather breaking just right tomorrow Em and I will build raised beds for our vegetable garden that we plan on growing food to traffic illegally to our friends and family.

It’s a good time to get to know the Earth. Came from it – going back to it. Seems like it’s best to be close friends with it. We’re habitually feeding the squirrels again too. Em buys them peanuts and every morning we stand in the door and toss them to the little tree rats. If you’re patient with just the right Dr. Dolittle vibes you can actually get the Blue Jays and the squirrels in a peanut fetching competition. Making the small creatures fight over peanuts gives me a sense of understanding and relationship to Washington Politicians and Wall Street Bankers that I think few Americans ever really understand.

Power is Fun. So what’s stuck in your Third Eye?

“In my case, there’s no way the programs I want to talk to Congress about should be public ever, unless maybe in 200 years they want to declassify them. You should never learn about it; no one at the Times should ever learn about these things.” —Russell Tice, Former NSA SIGINT Officer

Published in: on March 21, 2009 at 4:44 am  Leave a Comment  

Vignettes II: The Asshole

He pickled his brain in a vat full of unfinished ideas, alcohol and various chemical concoctions provided to him through the years by friends, foes or flat-out theft. The drivel that came out of his mouth on an average night reeked of the foul thoughts he’d let sour in his head over the years. He fancied himself an artist, part of an invisible college, confusing a brain crashing through too many thoughts, like an out of control locomotive, with intellect. He was neither intelligent nor an artist. Like so many others he was simply an asshole who was full of shit.

Published in: on December 30, 2008 at 5:35 am  Leave a Comment  

You Don’t Have Credit in this World

Well, it’s socialism for the rich and capitalism for the poor in America.  The great hack hopes came to speak at my school of so-called higher education tonight in Nashville.  And you know what I did?  I went to see a bunch of hairy white men pound out the truth about strength in community while the blue lights of Nashville’s finest flashed from each and every corner.   This type of instinctive clarity came to me by way of MLE, she is a touchstone for immaculate taste in music.  We walked into the Exit/In tonight to a nice freak out by Tweak Bird.  The real dick swinging hard stuff came from the head liners Valiant Thorr.  They had more body hair than a JRR Tolkien book and mocked the death of Jesse Helms to introduce the song May The Ghost of The Dead Eat Your Soul.  

The late start of any show in Nashville allowed me time to listen to the stupid, senile, comb over white man babble senselessly against a politically slick uppity negro.  Quite frankly the only truely honest statement from the whole debate came from Tom Brokaw when he said he was “just hired help.”  honestly, all three of the sorry bastards were just hired help for a New World Order. And if Republicrats are so different why do George Herbert Walker Bush and Bill Clinton play golf together?

Me personally?  I’ll vote for the uppity negro.  He’s got got the true quality of a statesmen, something America is sorely lacking.  He knows how to so convincingly and forcefully convey the bullshit that you trust him – even though you know for a fact he’s going to sell you into slavery just like that devil white man.  

I DO want to take a moment to say that I personally think Sorry Failen was the biggest balled move in the history of politics since McGovern put that shock-treatment freakshow Eagleton on the ticket.  I mean, we all knew that Dubya was a fucking manchurian candidate being given black eyes by Cheney and most likely touched inappropriately by his skull and bones dad and Barbara, daughter of Crowley.  BUT COME ON!!!! A second rate house wife with a knocked-up daughter and a retarded fucking kid?!??!  

Yes – I am an elitist.  Fuck you if you hate me but Sorry Failen should be mocked openly by all who are capable of understanding just how weird it’s really gotten to be.  Just so you truly know old JV’s opinion, if you don’t know what fractional reserve banking or credit default swaps are, please don’t act like you have a clue as to why the financial system is in free fall AND PLEASE don’t tell me the economy sucks because the financial system is in free fall.  The economy is totally separate from the financial system. The economy is your daily trade and may not even involve money. The financial system is just a hallucination. Still more, if you cant tell me the migration of empires of the last 3000 years why should I even consider your opinion about reality here and now.  

I want to hear ideas  - like lets go check out this rockin’ show!  Or maybe a new way to cook eggs.  

“Reality is in the motion, not in the thing moved.” – A.C., Magick Without Tears

Sometimes You Can’t Ride The Wave Just By Playing the Numbers…

…and other cold hard facts of life. – by Johnny V.

Man, the Chinese have that saying, “may you live in interesting times.”   All I can say is that it just keeps getting better and better.   No gas in Nashville but our Titans are undefeated. Aliens are flying over Dublin in plane sight – probably just to grab a pint before the final quarter. And while the Republicans and Democrats finally came together on something – doing nothing (something I think they are actually pretty damn good at) – the stock market dropped 777 points for a 7% drop in value.  So unlike the rich in America (who by the way should be researching threading a needle with a camel according to the master)… yes, unlike the rich I was actually belly laughing and knee slapping last night.  

Well, I’m sure it wasn’t as funny to the serious minded who demand that we all hallucinate the “value” of a dollar.  I for one am a firm believer that the price you pay is the only price there is.  I believe that to be so true I used it as a line in my song The Devil Wants His.

(Download the bootleg mp3 here 2.91mb.)

In fact, that little timeless Johnny V morsel says pretty much all I have to say about folks and their problems.  This ain’t Dear Abbey and I didn’t come here to hear about other peoples issues.  Yea, I know you have them but lets talk about me.

Besides giving mad support to my Tennessee Titans, oh, did I mention they are undefeated?  - well, they are.  Anyway, I’ve given birth to a bright and shiny new baby that I can’t wait to show everyone.  This happy little love child is called Boneyard of Empires and it is created from nothing but the destruction of the past.  It is nothing short of beautiful to say the least.  I’ll spare you the details for now but expect big things soon from the Chicken Shack.  Remember, Me and my folks serve it up spicy and tongue waggin’ hot.

“Say the magic word and the duck will come down and pay you $100.” – Marx

Published in: on October 1, 2008 at 1:06 am  Leave a Comment  
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