This is the Teabagging that John Waters considers Pornographic

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Most of us haven’t seen the Martha Washington Monument; probably because it’s a 500 foot hole in the ground but... most any American who’s your average resident knows what it feels like to be Martha and have the force of government buried into them by someone other than George. This kind of writing would probably set George’s wooden teeth on fire but there’s a lot more Voltaire in me than there is Damon Runyon. I guess that makes me French; kind of.

The best way to co-opt a revolution is to have one preemptively in advance of the one you know is coming because you screwed people so badly they haven’t got any other choice. It’s like building a steam valve in advance of the steam that is certain to come because you pressed down on people so hard that life was no longer worth living and worth the risk of losing it. Well, I could give you a brief lesson in physics right now and it would prove how what can be predicted to occur under ordinary circumstances will operate in reverse of what is predicted under extraordinary circumstances but... why bother. You know what I mean.

So now you have this Tea-bagger revolution that is best explained by one of America’s chief emergent demagogues. Note a few things; note the casual fireside persona, the modulating resonance of speech, the constant reference to ‘the media’ by someone working for the most powerful media of the times, the constant buttoning and unbuttoning of the suit coat, the working of the hands in front of the Ken doll crotch, the burgeoning and girdled midriff, the ‘poker tells’ and the body language. Well, the latter would, given who it is, make me break my rule about not picking fights and compel me to seduce (using his methods) or force this fool into a situation where I could have the encounter videotaped. It would work better if Hannity and O’Reilly were off camera and awaiting their turn, without the usual muscle boys crowding the action.

I used to have a feature on my TV show called, “The Choke Chain”. In this sequence I would have just about anyone appear; Ferdinand Marcos, Pat Robertson or Mick Jagger. After a private session in a back room that no one ever enters besides me and the candidate, the candidate would, for reasons never made clear, agree to be put on a choke chain by me and walked through the streets of New York City like a dog. I’m a little sorry and a little nostalgic that I don’t do that show anymore because Glenn Beck and his fellow travelers would be on that chain and able to see the world from a perspective too long denied them.

Now they have created this Teabag movement to usurp the natural revolution, which would have occurred in any case, because people are being hammered into the ground. It’s true that the poorest American probably eats better than half of the rest of the world but they’re used to it and a lot of the newly bankrupt are not. Glenn Beck; waterworks, hypocrite extraordinaire likes to use the word ‘serfs’. He has a canny sense of Reader’s Digest, Cliff Notes history. He’s just a regular guy with parent permission slips to miss the formerly mandatory, physical education needs of growing youth. That need is now being met by boys and girls being purchased in American malls, by men in suits, for items and objects that their peer review judges have declared to be mandatory possessions. Hey, if you’re going to give it away you might as well get paid for it and there are lots of Daddy’s willing to pay.

The Teabaggers are not going to attract anyone with any objective reasoning capacity but you would be the minority. It’s going to be a blood bath people, because once normal and stupid meet there is no other option. My advice, to those of you who are still conscious, is to get out of the middle of the crowd. Fringe dwelling is the recommended option. Whatever hits will be most severe in those locations where materialism and the seeming suppression of sexual force are the greatest; by this I mean guilt, not abstinence. Obviously that is not a feature, not even among those claiming it to be (big up and shout out to Onan. was sup?).

What the Teabagger movement is all about is replacing corrupt but competent politicians with incompetent and more easily deceived and therefore cheaper politicians, in order to maximize the profit margin of those already in control and possessed of the belief that it will go on forever, which is exactly what the director wants the actors to be thinking on their way to Waterloo or Gallipoli or just your ordinary Watergate.

I know that most of you have probably wondered at some point how seemingly intelligent people can be so stupid. Some of them are professionals; have gone to college and gotten degrees, make a great income and even raise their children into some kind of copy of themselves but you just can’t understand how they can still be so stupid. You’re not stupid. You can see. Why can’t they? It must be some kind of spiritual thing having to do with insight or access to a higher plane of viewing. I tend to think that the more honest you are with yourself, the more you see around you.

Listening to Glenn Beck, which I have done about 3 times, is the equivalent of pouring poison into my mind, while trusting I have the antidote; so far so good. If you ever want to see a reptile in human skin then this is your chance.

America is going to go down in flames because there is no natural or supernatural way that the people who follow these lines of unreason can be brought into awareness short of seeing their world burn down before their eyes. They are going to reap the whirlwind. As I looked at the face of Christine O’Donnell, as she spoke after her victory, all I could think is that this is the fatted calf of America. This is ignorance on the hoof. When I hear Rand Paul speak, I know his father must be a viper too. I realize now that no one gets heard, no one gets into power, who is not a catamite for the crystallized shadow from the land of darkness.

There’s a great sense of loss to be felt, even by those who think they have left this world behind, when this world crumbles from the lack of any integrity to maintain it. That integrity was borrowed so that there might be a world of falsity in which we might strive for the vision to see it. I knew a long time ago that living in a teepee in the woods was the best it was ever going to get for me and I find I’m not wrong on that account. I will wind up spending the last of my touchable time here in a yurt somewhere, probably in Italy; that’s a presumption but the yurt is not.

I can find it in my heart to feel pity for those who listen to Glenn Beck. I can be compassionate for those who think being a Teabagger represents some idea of freedom, even though it is slavery to the lies they believe they war against. They are themselves, active participants in the endurance of these lies, even while they give their children and their own lives in support of them. It is a sad, sad affair.

I have to keep my mind upon the light that is breaking through the shackles of an artificial night. I have to walk alone in search of a seam large enough to slip through. I know I am not alone in this regard. Others are finding their way through as I write these words. I don’t know what’s on the other side but it beats staying here.


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