"Borders are the gallows of our collective national egos.
Subjective lines in the sand, water and air are separating plants, animals, and atmosphere.
Fear! Fear is the cause of separation for this imposed illusion, this cordoned off space from pre-birth.
When we run out of borders, we reach infinity and unity.
As for flags, they’re much less useful than toilet paper.
No one has been caused distress by running out of flags.
They become useful in times of crisis and unjust manipulative coercions pitting the victim against the victor or vice-versa.
Neoliberal globalism is failing due to its underlying imperial ambitions and the discoveries of those sinister ulterior motives.
So the ambitions have reawakened for “democracy promotion,†in the past few years.
In real terms, that means promoting democracy if and only if it serves imperial ambitions.
How about we create a real democracy right here and now!
Let’s allow the people to vote for or against a pre-emptive war, universal healthcare, expansion of social security, the Kyoto Protocol, the International Criminal and World Courts, and the role of the United Nations in interventions and reconstruction of devastated lands. Let’s vote for how we want our taxes to be spent, directly.
Major referendums discussed and debated thoroughly representing all sides of each issue on television.
All empires represent the aristocracy in their imperial ambitions, not the general populace!
Also in dire need is a true democracy of nations.
The UN Security Council should be dissolved and the General Assembly should rule all international affairs, allowing all nations equal access to the international forum and law.
Given the truth, all human beings will collectively choose the direction of this lost, possibly last civilization."
--Serj Tankian
The diversity of sounds rule my ever presence
with their highs and blows, encompassing the
totality of sensual experience. I’m a child of
the sirens of knowledge, a warrior for truth
in a world of washed
perspectives and harsh
realities. My voice
cries the initial cry of the
unborn into this perplexing illusion. I
long for the realization of the human
drama, the defeat of the dogs of war,
and the unity of existence. The
beloved Gods of virtue have been
undersold for the bleeding bread of
empathy. I now await the triumphant roar
of destiny, dressed in the inviting hands
of a mother, perplexed by discovery,
aroused by Spirit. The door is open, the road
transformed. The exit code to civilization is
hacked beyond despair, chased by the moon
toward the freeing sun, on our journey to light.
This is an open plea to the beautiful insanity
of your hearts. It is time
to consummate the kiss
of oblivion into the
obsidian of love!
The Empty Walls of The Unthinking
Majority hide Money for the illusive
afterlife and do not Feed Us instead,
thereby Saving Us from the conclusive
environmental theory that the Sky Is
Over. The Baby is run over by the
careless Honking Antelope who, quoting
from the book of Lie Lie Lie, cries Praise
The Lord And Pass The Ammunition. The
ground rumbles and out flies Beethoven’s C***
screaming Elect The Dead!
Serj
"There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!"--Mario Savio
DON'T SMOKE, DRINK, DON'T MESS WITH DRUGS, I choose not to do any of those things cause of the long-term effects they have!
