Mission Accomplished

Yeah, I did it. Put on a dark jacket over my best "go to jail" clothes: button down collar shirt under a v-neck sweater. Snug fitting jeans on top of under-armour for extra warmth. It's only a night in September, but it was all worth it.

Snuck out early. I am prone to make my own decisions. Some of these I may regret, but as long as she knows that I'm not out looking for someone else. It's a thing Im searching for. Somewhere between freedom of thought and the ability to share those thoughts, with more than just her. It's no longer meaningful to me, that I ramble to her about my political musings.

Shall I command a can? I can.
A can of spraypaint, in the pocket of my jacket. In my jeans, a ton of caps, few of which haven't been clogged.

Nothing ia quite as nerve-racking as climbing a billboard at night. The guys who get paid to put these up, they do that shit in the daytime. And even then, it's with ropes and harnesses. Climbing a new one for the first time took some mental preparing. I walked by the gas station. It's 11pm. I walk around where the car mechanics shops are. Everything is quiet except for the traffic.

I observe the distance from where cars can see me. Only in one direction, there is a road and an intersection with traffic from a highway exit ramp. The cars are sparse, but I still can't quite get up the nerve.

I decide to partially chicken out, thinking I need a beer or something to get me started. On my way back to the gas station, there is a bicycle, unlocked. I kick the tires gently: they've still got air. I don't need a bike (choice TL opportunity). I continue.

Just then a rough looking ghetto wildchild comes walking from the gas station. He sees me checking his bike and he isnt pleased. But my hands are in my pockets, and I look more curious than theif-minded. We cross paths and he takes his bike. I continue on.

After that, my mind is settled. Enough screwing around, its time to climb the damn thing. I turn around, back where the auto mechanics shops are. I hop the fence when no one is looking. No cars.

I make my ascent. The first 10 feet have no rungs, just steel to shimmy up. Once I reach it, I grab the ladder and pull myself up. Up. Up.

At the top, the catwalk is narrow. i turn around and the moon is glowing orange, behind a cloud. I climb to the top, and write F-.

Then, down I hike, desxending the ladder to the bottom portion of the billboard, where I complete the rest.

I make it dowm, once again evading the authorities. As well as, yet again, the odds of being caught, which feel as though they are always increasing. A scratch on my hand, one on my noss from a branch that scrapes me as I make my way baxk down in a hurry.

On the walk home, I feel free. I am liberated yet again, from being caught in an existence where I can think, but I can't share. In spite of the questionable legality, was it worth the risk? And the danger? At this point, all of that is irrelevant. It becomes a matter of considering if it's worth it to breathe, but not to speak. As humans, we are blessed with pur consciousness but cursed when we choose to ignore our common sense when we oppose something and we know it's wrong, and yet stay silent.

African slaves were forced to relocate, and prodded with weapons when they didn't move. We say they're free, but statistically they are still largely impoverished and imprisoned.

That's not by choice. Nor is it due to some kind of ethnic moral failing. When we allow members of society to think this way, we increase the possibility of more of those conditions to spread.

The evil of humankind is not extinct. It isn't like cavemen had slaved and we have evolved since then. Evil waits for opportunities, and when it cannot wait, it creates.

So when we continue to hold back and allow the classes to divide, we run the risk.

Becoming a have-not, living only on state assistance and otherwise deatined to starve, is not only what we risk, as those numbers grow.

We also risk being responsible for allowing this to happen, by our own stupid complacency.

I am not here to profit from these statements. I don't judge anyone for their political beleifs. All I am asking is for you to wake up, and stop believing
all of the polarizing news about politics, which keeps us from actually progressing. Don't think you are a "have" or amongst the lucky few in society, while more are impoverished, more are imprisoned, uneducated or addicted to drugs.

Most of our leaders are elected, and we chose them to be in their positions. Nobody elects TV or movie stars, I guess. But you can, now.

Vote for Stereomedia by watching it because it won't disappoint, and it will never stray from the force that has guided it since the beginning.

The end, for now.

At the end of the night, as I walked home, an asteroid burned in the upper atmosphere. They used to call that a shooting star. i still call it a sign.

I can still think of seeing that as my reward.

Believe In People: Yale Graffiti

Chap Writes:

When I first met the "Believe In People" character, my first impression was, "which people?" of course, knowing whomever I'm dealing with, I find that people who wished to be believed in are often the least deserving.  At first, his work was horrible.  Absolutely kitchy and at the same time abhorrent in its lack of any skill.  Clearly, this person was infatuated with graffiti, perhaps a particular writer, and was practicing in front of all of us at night, for us to see in the morning.

I was walking by the old Co-op behind Morse College one day and there was a raccoon who had painted a sign, which said:

Well, you can read it, since I took a picture of it with my phone.  It said "reach for the bright side" but this clearly was not a very bright individual because the "Rs" were all painted backwards, and everybody knows that's been copyrighted by Toys R Us at this point.  Then, as you look to the bottom, you realize that this is not in fact a young Yale student painting this stuff, but only a small raccoon, in clear visibility, however made out of paper.

A painting cannot paint itself, but if the other thing is made out of paper and then adhered to the wall using some kind of glue, then I suppose it's possible.

Now that's great, I would normally say.  This person is clearly an individual capable of being recognized for his talents.  Right?

Wrong.  As I said, I would say this if it were original, but the technique of having the paper things writing the painted stuff has already been patented as well.  Except not by Toys R Us, but rather by another fool across the pond.

A really simple Google Image search for this artist displays a fairly similar piece, even if it were not for the use of stencils (which is close to the black and white wheat-pasted stuff).

Now that's additionally all well and good, but then you get into the heart of the matter, which is that this guy is clearly copying that other guy's style.  Why on earth would someone go through great lengths to disguise himself as someone famous, unless...


Clearly, he wants to be famous.
So he does this.

A giant Anne Frank.

One of the hallmarks of a propaganda machine are to use ubiquitous symbols that everyone agrees with, to propose to the masses that we should essentially "obey."  That said, who on earth could possibly complain about a giant Anne Frank piece, other than me?

Possibly no one.  And I'm not saying this to be contrary, but the other remarkable thing is how precise it is.

I can knowingly say, from looking at this person's other work, that this was not done freehand.  Sorry, but it was only a few months before when I noticed more horrendous works of art made of wheat paste and other methods made popular by other artists which were falling apart, or worse, not in proportion.  I wish I had taken photographs of that crap, but now next time I see some awful piece of street art, I'll be sure to take a flick of it, just in case the guy keeps trying.  What you can't see in this picture is the proximity to the Yale Art School.

Now here's what frightens me a little.  There's this great article here which features the artist, written with exclusive permission granted to one person, a selected journalist.  That within itself is a recipe for disaster, when it comes to objectivism, because clearly they're friends.  The problem with that is if this "Believe In People" person makes more friends in the tight-knit communities around here, it's guaranteed to turn into some ugly form of propaganda that I could just see unfolding with my very eyes.

Sorry For Graffiti,
Chap (character from Phiction).

Canadian Threat

This is a story about two guys from Canada, kind of like Bob and Doug McKenzie.  They're Indian, though.  People always confuse them for muslim extremists, but they're sikh.  They're kind of tired of all the harassment, so they start developing a plot to really scare people.  They sit around in their room playing Parcheesi.  There's a huge mound of potatoes in the fridge.  Whenever one of them get hungry, they go into the fridge and carve out a huge chunk of potatoes, and go back to playing Parcheesi.

The TV is on, and they're watching rap videos.  Botties are shaking, guys teeth are blinging.  It's a parody of some kind of Mystikal / Master P type of video from the 1990s.  There's one really huge lady in the background.

One of the two Indian guys (now there are 4) says, "Why are you watching this?  We could be watching the Indian Channel."  So he changes the channel, but basically the channel doesn't change.  Just the characters on the TV all of a sudden appear slightly different.  The scene in the background goes from tenement housing projects to the Taj Mahal (green screen).

Late one night, they decide to celebrate Sikh Independence Day, which falls coincidentally on the worst of all coincidences.  They bring lots of fireworks.  They play Katy Perry.  After several minutes of loud noises, all of the people in the neighborhood are terrified.  They call the police station.

The police station doesn't know what to do.  They think it's a real actual attack, so they forward their call to the National Guard, who are busy playing cards.  The cards have little parcheesi characters on them.  At this point it's a music video (play the end of Mucky One).

Chronology of Phiction

Phiction One: 1996-1998


Kid Analog meets Chap and becomes involved in the Syndicate's activities in New Haven.  A choice to become Chap's assistant lands him in other parts of the world, as he endeavors to become one of the greatest Sattelite transmission reciever installers ever.  


However, there becomes a problem with his position at the Syndicate.  He becomes acutely aware of the world's problems as he is exposed to the world through his travels.  As a consequence, he drops out of the syndicate to become just a regular teenager again.  Good Luck!


Phiction Two:  1998-2001


January in the cold of winter, Kid returns to his hometown after abandoning his post as Chap's assistant.  IN this book, Kid is determined to make his way through as an artist, using methods traditionally used for entertainment purposes as means of which to embed hidden messages towards his agenda of shutting down the Syndicate of Corporate America.  


The book ends with the chilling tale of the WTC attacks, and ends up leading to some very scary places, regarding the likes of everyone CIA involved from GW '41 to Cord Meyer.  


Phiction Three:  2001-2???


At the beginning of Phiction Three, we realize that Kid Analog has released the original Phiction One to the public.  In the onslaught of this realization, the world is beginning to recognize Kid Analog as both an artist, as well as a potential threat to National Security.  In the wake of this realization, the news and world begins to become obsessed with his persona, as the tension of war increases.  Find out if Kid Analog saves the world from Nuclear Armageddon with art and music as his weapons, or if the Syndicate keeps control and the weaponry is deployed.  

Survival.

I would only run for government if I could really change things for everybody.  Like the way that Google has changed things.  They've provided more public services than the federal government!

Keep in mind that when the government performs a service, it's a government agency.  When a company does it for them, it's just one company helping out another.  The first group of people financially benefit from the fact that the keeper of the checkbook is really one step away from the decision process.  That's one step further than normal businesses, which need to keep a closer look at the bottom line.  The other group enjoys the special favors bestowed upon them for cooperation in this complicit system.  Democracy as we know it is fading.  Fast.

That's why I'm offering you this new product, I call it Google Municipal.  It's essentially a way for citizens to keep track of our government.  I recently had it explained to me, today, by a young female running for alderwoman of her district.  She said that voting online is just not feasible because, she said sympathetically, not all people have access to a computer.

Not a big fan of that explanation.  If you'd like an informed society, one that can make sound decisions on voting, then it should be the role of government to ensure that the internet is available to its citizens.  AT&T is successful in large part due to their strict policy of punishing people for having trouble with their bills.  If we made it their civic duty as an American company to provide free internet access to all those without enough income to afford it (as a basic human right), they might buckle under the threat of legislature and stop punishing the very people that they are making their fortunes from.  That alone would not be enough.  We'd need to pass the law and make the companies responsible for providing their products to our citizens, or it gets "Nationalized."

Nationalization is the next step beyond Corporate Fascism, which is where we are standing right on the brink of at this very moment.  In my opinion, there must need to be a major cataclysmic geopolitical event to break the hold of the corporations on our planet.  But it wouldn't take much.  In fact, all that needs to occur could happen on paper.  It might not even come to the plight of human self-extermination that we call "war," a societal trend of periodic insanity that we've seen as blips on the radar in the Twentieth Century.

Wars, we have not seen yet on our soil.  No one could see this coming exactly as it happens.  That's why I thought about it, and decided that I would write about it.  Here is where I think we're headed.  Mark me wrong, if I am wrong.  But think about the reasons that I have for believing these things, and you might say that some of them are valid.  Hold me accountable?  Don't.  Because I do not support any of this stuff.  I don't want the world to slip into chaos, but let's face it:  me, at 31?  I can't stop this stuff from happening alone.  We're past the point of prevention.  In many ways, this becomes more like a warning for the signs that I see down the road that lead to a path of self-destruction.

These are the signs that lead you away from that road.  Picture this as a survival guide for more difficult times.  An instinct test.  That's all it really is.  Once you can determine that there's a clear purpose to your life, then you can fulfill that purpose and not question your existence for a moment.  It's the question or uncertainness that causes people to lose direction.  Our aim and goal must be 100% wholeheartedly dedicated to the task of one thing:  survival.

Not everyone has to be on the same side, too, in order for society to get along.  Expressing that dissent is equivalent to publicly supporting an incumbent is wiggity-wiggity wack, as well.  Though times are tough, we must not lose hope with the government.  They'll swing the people back and forth and say "It's the government, you fools!" when they protest the Corporations with OWS.  But the instant that they sway their direction at Capital Hill, they puppetize the media into telling everyone, "No, it's the corporations that need to be told what to do!"

If the corporations and the government are owned by the same people, it doesn't matter what one does to the other, because it's always going to be in the same interest, either / or.  We can't have a government that is loyal to these mini-governments who essentially draft their own laws and hire people to manage the campaigns for the folks that are going to turn their dreams into wishes, and wishes into laws.

The question is, where do they get their wishes from?  Is it some devilish instinctual urge to suppress the rest of humanity, as an egotistical thing?  Would this be the same as a man who is proud of himself for the number of slaves he owns?  And that's what the Occupy Wall Street movement really is.

These are people who want to use whatever freedom is left in this country to enjoy the use of public space, before they're forced into bondage by corporate prison systems that acquire all of these student loan defaulters because there's just no room in society for them.  What if these corporate prison systems existed?  They do.  They're called FEMA Camps and I believe they exist.  This is on account of the reports in the FEMA Budget to refurbish old military bases and turn them into detainment camps for emergency disaster relief.

The trouble with the Occupy! movement is simply that the situation is going to get ugly.  How ugly?  I don't know.  I speculated earlier that they might start incarcerating people with student debt that can't be paid off, in an effort to keep the homeless population down and keep civil unrest at bay.  This could go on while in the meantime they wage terrible wars overseas.  Since we can't get rid of our upper management, and they see themselves at odds with the rest of the world, it's safe to say that we're on the slow train to the Fourth Reich, bringing this one from overseas to handle the social disease.

How bad can things get?  Pretty bad.  People keep talking about how the protest movement has opened their eyes to the plain-in-sight plight of the white flight.  That's right, and they act as if it's worthy of getting pissed to compare this to the construct of slavery.  If you don't think there's still slavery in America, what do you call the prison system?  Those people were made to be dangerous by the conditions that created the forces in their lives that caused them to do bad things.  I'm not saying that they're not responsible for their actions.  Now that they've been spoiled, it's better probably that they're not free in society because crime is the only life they know how to live, and crime is dangerous because it creates innocent victims.  That whole Freakanomics thing was about how, basically, the mysterious drop in crime after the mid-nineties was due to abortion becoming legal in the 70's.

All of the solutions that human beings come up with for our "problems" with "overpopulation" (which are really just our problems with mass consumption), is that these people would be willing to let people die rather than to give away their power.  And they have the power to do that, if they wish.  The question to them is a matter of when.  For the rest of us, we can obey the delusion and think that we can "take back government" as a reaction to all the mistakes that have been made.  But that's not for me.  I'm too busy trying to determine when they think it's the right time to enact their plan.

Zeitgeist *****

RATING: ****
Broken into 3 sections (past, present, and future), the film seeks to explain not the force, but signs of the appearance of its power as it has caused some rather dubious (and difficult to explain) occurances throughout history.

One star short of a perfect rating, Zeitgeist fails to explain that the "people" who are on a mission to control everything are being guided by their own evil spiritual force, caused by something we can't quite place our finger on.  Is it greed? gluttony?  An insatiable urge to submit the world to their will?  Or something else...

Loose Change ****

Rating:  *****
This is an excellent example of an independent investigation of 9-11.  This is not an amateur independent investigation.  The opinions presented are of experts, the testimonies are from first-hand witnesses, and the official explanations are straight from the people who were the officials.  The voices of protest are the loudest from those who were actually there, and the conflicting reports are from the uninformed news media.  One of the more remarkable things about it would be the BBC reporter announcing the unexpected collapse of building seven, while 7 is clearly visible behind her.

Of course, the difficult part about watching something like this is handling all of the facts, and how poorly they're dismissed by members of authority.  It's also suspicious, the way that the authority is passed along to people like Henry Kissinger, who as the film points out, is more known for his ability of keeping secrets from the American public than informing them (as head of the 9/11 commission).  The eyewitness accounts are unbearably similar, and resonate in frequency as each one points out the same blatant facts.  The only thing confusing about the message is what exactly this means.

I'm also not sure if it's pointed out, but a Bush family member was in charge of security in the twin towers just before this event happened.  There were also talks about how there was alot of "DataCom" work going on in the buildings, and that parts of it had been shut off.  That's all anecdotal evidence, none of which is in this film. Only factual evidence.