Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Monday, August 25, 2008

Reichsfreiheit Kuhschweizer

It's glorious to read the brave few fighting to maintain self-control against the slavery-afflicted many pressed into battle against defiers. Seeds of American Government extend before the enlightenment, outside Britain, in Maximillain's rule. Probably elsewhere and earlier still influences go unacknowledged. Treaties and divisions of authority are time-outs on constant violence but outbreaks of fights continue b/c none are satisfied w/the arrangement. I find the medieval Europeans actually more enlightened in some ways than modern Americans: they fought to keep what they had, farmers defected in droves, bitched and moaned when kept from crops to fight. Now the happiness/pride of many folks only seems to be in self-subversion. A handsome one, born of fire, a meadow, arsonist + a woman devoted to Mars, favored grace, from Swabia=the younger handsome arsonist born of fire in a meadow (covering a second nature of war-devotion, favor from there, and Swabian origin?).

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Still Wearing the Constitution like an Adulterer's Wedding Ring

Roll over in bed to sleep a while longer,
nothing to wake for earlier.
Control of a portion of humanity's mind is lent because it connects worldwide.
What does the rest think about?
Cycles (of laundry: clean to dirty) and curves (complete to unraveling).
Whole banks beeping at card-swipers who aren't there to hear the machines manacled to walls (with intestines of hot air, bones of pipes, and electric current for blood) telling "clothes are ready".

Earlier...

Shoot the jute sellers was an unspoken sentiment.
The shouters meant to vent hate.
But their leader, wiser, knew you would beat the cotton-sellers enemies for them.
Bullying is your trait.
So assembled and moneyed they unleashed prepared speeches, preaching of monopolistic intent.
"Act before it's too late".
So you did.
You put a pinch on jute dealings, defending the friendly royalty of King Cotton's court.
Your bid was a bill of order signed by gunmen made righteous with badges and blue uniforms.
Jute had increased in production yet your loco motion turned the tide from influx of auxiliary textiles to wider margins of cotton profit and another market where new wrung-out taxes lined your pocket.
You scoundrel.
Maybe you'll open your locket.
Then memory will come of your former lover: freedom.
It's a shame no company of industrialists could invent or invest against cotton without a playfield "leveling" penalty placed on their business.
Monopoly does exist dummy.
Sherman ensured friends like those of Cotton's court couldn't be outdone by their betters.
Your new love is crummy.