entry: #036 :: Razor Blade Express

LAST RAYS OF SUMMER...
ON MY SKIN...


c.Reuters

Then...
Suddenly...
Teen-angst of Autumn...
Arrives on cue...
ONE BOY'S OWN PRIVATE IDAHO...
Adolescent hell...
Momma's in a coma...
Daddy's fucking dead...

Shooting spree on the Reservation...
240-miles-north-of-Twin-Cities...
9-killed...
7-wounded...

dead bodies in the hallways...
Smears of blood...
On the Evacuation Trail...

Ghosts of children...
Molten with apathy...
Rage...
Cerebral existence...
Bliss...
@ the end of a .22-caliber...

Gus Vant Sant's Elephant...
All over again...
Columbine: Chapter II...
Red Lake High School, Minnesota...
goddamn massacre...

Cameras...
Security Guards...
'Disaster Plan...'
No way of stopping it...

16-year-old Jeff Weise...
Popped his load...
down the barrel of a gun...

"I should've taken the razor blade express last time around. Well, whatever, man. Maybe they've got another shuttle comin' around soon?"

Social outcast...
Loner...
Survivor, 15-year-old Cody Thunder...
Pre-shootout....

"He looked like a cool guy, and then I talked to him a few times. He talked about guns and shooting people...'

Gun culture...
TRIGGER-HAPPY hormones...
Children with the right...
To bear arms....
How proud we should all be...
As parents...
As a human race...
As a highly-evolved...
Fucking democracy...

# transmission ends #

entry: #035 :: Eyes Wide Open

http://www.afse.org/eyes/

DAMN THIS 21st CENTURY...
And lessons unlearnt...

Sweet Jesus...
A howl of rage...
Surfs Capitol Hill...
Wild and indignant...
We shall be heard...
Goddamit!

Exhibition, Eyes Wide Open:
On The Cost of the Iraq War...

MAKES ME WANNA CRY...

Curl back into my momma's arms...
Escape...
Somewhere warm...
Amniotic...
Pre-9/11...

The silent winds of denial...
Erase memories...
Blowing across a country...
Disembowled by indifference...
By opinion...
By its fallen...

PAINTED WITH THE BLOOD OF OUR EXPENDABLE CHILDREN...
EYES WIDE OPEN...
SO BITTERSWEET...
SO PENETRATING...
So fucking right!

Time to pay the ferryman...
dear Mr President...

Throw in a coin for Brutality...
For...
"To love your country...
Is to die for it..."

Throw in a coin for...
Deception...
And...
Signing their death warrants...

What crazy hell is this?
War...
JFK got it right the first time round...

"Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to mankind..."

Is anyone listening, here...
Too busy counting the fucking coffers...
Greed...
Plain and simple as that...

Orwell's Tomorrow...
All Reptilian smile...
And lamb-to-the-slaughter...

Principals of life and liberty...
Of a country in despair...
A world in decline...
Racing into the arms of tomorrow...
And their own epitaph...

# transmission ends #

entry: #034:: One Man Army

http://www.wtc.acmecargo.com


I SLOW-DIVE...
Through a world of...
Fragments...
And strangers...
As society crumbles...
Through my fingertips...
Jesus freaks, madmen and the power-crazed...
Are left to roam this crazy, fucking earth...

>> A ONE MAN ARMY >>

Each...
And...
Every one of us..

Proposed-$419 Billion-US-defense-Package-For-2006...

While Caps melt...
And the earth shakes...
Son-of-a-bitch...
Rumsfeld hums...

"This would set an ambitious course to continue prosecuting the war and to attack its ideological underpinnings..."

WE'RE ALL HOSTAGES...
GODDAMIT...
IN THE LAND OF THE LAWLESS...
Governed by insanity...
Of the worst fucking kind...

Millennial Britannia...
Stocks up on 14.6 million-courses of anti-viral drug...
Tamiflu...
Contingency plan-A...
Code - Ground-Zero-Bucolic...
Vaccinate...
Against...
Avian plague...

I breathe into life...
An oasis...
Softness-to-eradicate-the-sharp-edges...
That drive me crazy...

damn...
This human thing, sucks...
Never breaking stride...
From the momentous rhythm...
Of...
Survival..
And...
Bipartisan existence...
In faith...
And...
The air in which we breathe...

French journalist...
Florence Aubenas makes her debut appearance...
On Hostage-Cam...
Vanished into thin air, apparently...
January 5...
In Iraq...
A land stained by blood...
DEMOCRATIC, MUSLIM & BLUE...

A crock of shit...
No eloquence there...
That's just the way it is...
Fucking travesty...
One-after-another...

21st Century...
Camouflage >> all the way, babe...
Crazy ideology...
National Guard Playground...
Tear Gas...
Fear Gas...
Storm the Metropolitan trenches...
Make the world...
A safer, kinder, bloody place...

Bitch...
Hunter S Thompson....
I know you're smiling...
Up there...

"Millions of people around the world are watching the headlines these days, and most of them are getting the Fear. Good news is out of the question in this brutal year of our Lord 2002. This is the time of the Final Shit Rain, as Nostradamus predicted in 1444 A.D., and anybody who thinks he was kidding should strut out purposefully, like some all-All American girl with a head full of Mandrax, and try to get a job in this country...Yes sir, little sweetie, just walk right up here and get what's coming to you. Ho. Ho.Ho." - "Kingdom of Fear."

Sayonara, Ralph...
Farewell...
And thanks the hell for coming...


# transmission ends #

entry: #033:: Obit For Hunter

HUNTER S.THOMPSON

[1937-2005]

Loathsome Secrets...
Of a Star-Crossed Child...
In the Final Days...
Of the American Century...

Whore that he was...
That Hunter S.Thompson...
For having the last laugh...
Son-of-a-bitch...
Bowing out like that...
Just as the world ignites...

Kapow!

"So long and Mahalo..."
Gonzoid prophet...
Subversive junkie...
Hedonist...
Sweet Jesus...
He was God, okay...

Horse-syringes, loaded shotguns, cans of Mace...
And a crazy leer in his eye...

Fear & Loathing...
Every step of the way for this cowboy...
Daily epiphany...
On tap from the barrel of a vengeful God...
In a Stetson...

"A howling, violence freak..."
Fuelled by LSD, ether, alcohol...
And...
Suicidal tendency...

Let's be honest, here...
dammit...
Anyone prepared to call...
dear Mr President a "Whore Beast," honey...
Deserves deification in my book...

Honorific doctor...
Always...
Divinity surfing the waves of the Apocalypse...
Red, white and blue...
You betcha...

His Partner-in-Swine...
Ralph Steadman...
48-hours-after-hearing-of-his-co-conspirators departure:

"Since it happened my feet haven't touched the ground. It's like I can still speak to Hunter beyond the grave. Like he is saying, 'Don't fuck up on this one, Ralph! Tell it like you knew it, but don't bad mouth me!! You always knew I was going to do it, so it wasn't 'if' but 'when'. It was my call Ralph and now you will have to deal with the flood. Apres moi, Ralph - the deluge!!

"Did you think it was going to be an easy ride? You knew what you were doing when you brought a ticket. You were there most of the time, but towards the end you couldn't handle the heat, but you made the role of Honor by the skin of your teeth. So long Ralph, and thanks for the laughs. And remember - The Crazy Never Die! Look after Anita."

HST...
Free-basin' the highway of life...
Snorting it...
Shooting it...
Any which fucking way...

Whilst humanity hits global-meltdown...
The Duke decides to cash in his post-millennial chips...
Bitch, that....

He was, after all...
The bad-ass muther...
Who reportedly spat at Richard M.Nixon...
"Go get 'em, Dick. Throw the bomb! Fifty years more of the Thousand year Reich!"

God I'm gonna miss him...
Trail-blazing fucker...


RIP > GONE, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN >

entry: #032:: Requiem For A Dream

SO PHALLIC...

Penetrating the Stratosphere, like that...

PENETRATION...
Of sky...
Earth...
And human creation...

A-BOMB-FOR-THE NUCLEAR-AGE...

Big-toys-for-small-fucking-boys...
With atomically-modified penis envy...

PLUTONIUM-239...

Decimates 80,000-civilians in one foul swoop...

damn...
The human imagination...
Requiem For A Dream...

TO REALIZE...
TO DESTROY...

And now...

"US SCIENTISTS DESIGN NEW GENERATION OF NUKES..."
So, The New York Times reports...

$9 million thrown into the 'Research' kitty...
For designers to create...
A sturdier, "more robust" weapon...

Projections estimate...
That within 2-5 years...
Operation-Let's-Blow-Anybody-Who-Stands-Against-Us...
Into Smithereens...
Will be in completion...

Fucking heretics...
Frankenstein's-modern-day-army-of-mass-murderers...
LETHAL WHEN TAKEN IN LARGE DOSES...

* * *

Ghosts from the past...
Whisper...
Sweet Hiroshima...
And Nagasaki...
Ashes of Experiment #01...

Tell us your secrets...

Atomic corpses...
Decimation HQ...
Whatever doesn't kill you...
Makes you fucking stronger...

Cold...
Cold...
Comfort...
In an Anthrax Age...

"If the Germans had dropped atomic bombs on cities instead of us, we would have defined the dropping of atomic bombs on cities as a war crime, and we would have sentenced the Germans who were guilty of this crime to death at Nuremberg and hanged them..." LEO SZILARD, SCIENTIST.

# transmission ends #

entry: #031:: CENTURY OF THE WIND

FIRST CAME THE CLOUDS...

Moving way faster...
Than usual...
Why...
Almost sprinting...
Across this Mercurial City Sky...



credit: Geoff Kavanagh

36-degrees...
Bitchin hot...
As Cyclone Tempest...
Dropped in...
Unexpectedly...
Last week...

damn...
This city...
Built on the seeds of fire and ice...
Eternally...
4 fucking seasons...
In one day...

Meanwhile...
dear ole Mr President...
Was at it again...
Havin' some old-fashioned-Southern-fun...
Paying lip-service...
TO HIS TEMPLATE FOR DEMOCRACY...
State-Of-The-Union-diatribe...

The basis of which...
Can ever only...
Truly lie...
In dictatorship of another kind...

Cable News Channels...
Predictably...
Hung on by their fingernails...
To his every motivationally-manicured-word...
Intonation...
Mannerism...

Sick of the drawl...
The rhetoric...
Tired, old, sly-dog fist...
Shaken in evangelical zeal...
Join Us Or Be Damned...

Some may disagree...
And praise the Lord that he is leading them...
Down the good and righteous path...

Al-Ittihad daily...
Declared...
"'The new Iraq is born today...'"

And furthermore...

" Now that Iraqis have voted, the new line among American critics of the Iraq War is that 'elections are not democracy.' Well, elections may not be sufficient for democracy but they are necessary. Everyone knows that struggle and compromises lie ahead if the new Iraq is going to succeed. But yesterday's demonstration of courage and
hope by millions of Iraqis belies those cynics who
say Arabs and Muslims don't want democracy."

STILL...

My mind flashbacks...
To the Memory Hole...
And the casualties...

Boy footsoldiers...
Just carrying out orders, Sir...

Night-Vision goggles...
Infa-red scopes...
High-powered rifles...
Internet Cafes @ Base...
Melancholy Latinos...
Looking for a break...
In the cycle-of-exploitation.
That's their legacy...

Blood in, blood out, bro...
An oath...
Till death do us part...
And it always does...
In the end...

WAKE ME WHILE I SLEEP...

As the trees crash all around...
The water rises...
Carrying the consequences of our actions...
To the surface...

Ecology...
So fucking fragile...
Human...
And otherwise...


# transmission ends #

entry: #030:: MY OWN PRIVATE BASRA

damn...
This New World Order...
Muted-shades of violence...
Every-hue...

Executions in the street...
And tsunami's of biblical proportions...
The pitter-patter...
Of insatiable lust...
Fuck...
Throw in camera-porn-for-the-Privates-and-their-Generals...
And it's just another day at the office, really...

Sepia S&M-kicks...
For bored One Hour Photo geeks...
Tie me up...
Shake me down...
Prison-bitch slap-and-tickle...
> Now a humiliating affair >

Abu Ghraib...
Come on down, honey...

CAMP-X-RAY, GUANTANAMO...


c.bbc.co.uk

ONE-TOUGH-SON-OF-A-BITCH...

Shatters the soul into a million pieces...
Suicide Stretch...
Long and Lonely...
Sweet Jesus...
Solace at the end of a noose...

BASRA'S BREADBASKET CAMP...
The latest...

22 photographs...

CAPTION: Iraqi trussed in cargo netting...
Assumes fetal position...
While soldier surfs his backbone...
Pinning his head to the ground with a stick...
So macho...
So Great White Hunter...
Pearly-whites...
And hard-on to boot...

Testosterone City...
Jesus...
Just another way for these freaks to get their kicks...

I dream of stormy oceans...
Perhaps land itself...
Fleets of ferries...
Waiting in the docks...
Pre-and-post-Cold-War,relics...
Age of Terror...
Whatever the hell you wanna call it...

A lifejacket...
A human hand...
The spine of a withered tree...
Tears-spilled-from-a-child...
Orphaned...
In a cradle of exotic graves...

A world with little restraint...
Geneva-Code-Gone-Haywire...
Military...
Civilian...
Does it really really matter in the end?

Code Orange...
Well...
It's shifting into focus...
Like-a-hazy-Fourth-of-July...
Pretty fireworks...
All red, white and blue...

Bigger..
Bolder...
Brighter...
Than you could ever imagine...
In vainglorious...
Webcam fucking technicolor...


# transmission ends #

entry: #029:: DESERT STORM

THE SAND'S BLOWING IN FROM THE DESERT...
39-degrees-of-Eco-System-Separation...
Crazy shit...
Salination...
Desertification...
Midnight arrives...
HUMIDITY...
Too fucking hot to sleep...

Everything's shifting...
Damn Climate Change...
Wasn't supposed to happen...
For 20-years-at-least...

Spinning off our axis...
Global Tilt...
Losing a Nano-trilisecond...
Here...
There...

WHATEVER...

That bitch sun...
Too fierce...
Burns-the-damn-skin...
Clean off my bones...

SKEPTICS...
>> Open your Eyes >>

Royal Nazi-poster-boys...
Striking a Swastika pose...
Trivializing the Holocaust...
To the sound of Grandma tsking...
And Daddy's cheeks turning crimson with shame...

damn Royals...
Rich...
Blue-blooded fools...
Last of a dying breed...
Disintegrating...
Into-their-own-privileged-extinction...

Mudslides in California...
Moscow Melts in Record Warm Spell...
Drought's on its way...
While bushfires devour the Eastern Australian seaboard...

Tsunami...
dear lord...

The Aftermath...
210,000-and-still-counting...
Carnage...
Courage...
And a man...
Selling his grandchildren for profit...

I look...
And I see...
A World of Confusion...
From heatwave to sub-thermal...
In the second it takes to submerge 10 Nations...

WMD...
Honey, the party's over...
And some folk got a little explaining to do...

Severe gales...
Batter Blighty...
The Colonial Sun just about gone...
And melted...
Like the Caps...
And our hearts...
And our optimism...

Look to the horizon...
Population 2005...

To the Disruption to the Pattern...
Of our Remote-Controlled-Lives...
Ivory Towers...
Tropical tsunami hell...
Webcam lifestyle...

Goodwill seeps like honey...
Blurring the hysteria of reality bites...
For now...

# transmission ends #

EPITAPH TO DEVASTATION

EVERYTHING ELSE...
Pales into insignificance...
Really...


REUTERS

125,000-DEAD...
AND THE TOLL'S STILL RISING...

A baby is torn from her father's arms...
Claimed by an angry ocean...

An Indian man and woman...
Carry their dead children...
Shaking...
And...
Pleading...
With them...
To wake...

Just a sigh...
A flicker of the eye...

Anything...
But this cavernous, heart-breaking fucking grief...

damn Tsunamis...
Mother Nature's Furies...
Terrible reality...
TOO DEVASTATING TO COMPREHEND...

A YEAR...
Swallowed whole...
In a split second...

Poor bastard's...
Never stood a chance...

Horror...
Always...
In this life...

SRI LANKA...
THAILAND...
INDONESIA...
INDIA...
MALAYSIA...
MALDIVES...

YOU NEVER SAW IT COMING...
Grazie a dio...
In a thousand tongues...

Swept into the bowels of the earth...
Into cold...
Cold...
Watery graves...

Unmarked...
BUT ETERNALLY MOURNED...

Thai fishermen...
German tourists...
Indian children...

Tsunami...
Knew not discrimination...

MORE RANDOM ACTS...

Now...
Cholera...
Typhoid...
Dysentery...
Stalks the battered shores...
Licking at the heels...
Of the dead...
And not-so-dead...

Ghosts...
Pale imitations...
Barely alive...
Really...

Howling women...
Cursed earth...

Mass burials...

WELCOME, 2005...

In Memorial...

SOMETIMES...
This gift of life...
Ain't such a gift...
A curse...
Perhaps...

An endless...
Two-minute-replay-of...
Life is fucking Beautiful...

>> TRANSMISSION ENDS >>

entry: #027:: A Planet For Mr President...

damn...
I love these barmy Summer night's...
Kyoto's kicking ass...
US Congress passes...
'Intelligence Overhaul Bill...'
And officially...
The Cold War's over...

Kapow...
Crumbled...
Way before the first plane hit The Tower...
If-the-truth-be-known...

Splitting-the-atom...
Hitting the paydirt of Hiroshima...
Feeding paranoia...
Of Communists-plotting-behind-closed-curtains...
Kept nations enslaved....

Not any more though...
It's Fundamentalist-Fantasy-Island, out there...
Salvation always brings the worst out in folk...

Wild electrical storms lash our Eastern Seaboard...
From sultry to sub-thermal...
In the second it takes...
For the digitally-remastered-Adolph...
To mastermind...
Another...
Bloody...
Final Solution...

Supremacy...
That's human nature for you...
Natural Selection...
A bitch...

Conspiracy theorists...
Nod their heads in silent acceptance...

Hand us the shackles...
To our own...
Masochism...
Death-Row-stroll...
Super-lottery-highway-fucking-life...

Dear Mr President...
May I call you George?


Associated Press


Just look at you here...
Swathed in the shadows...
Of an uncertain-future...
Shaping Planet Partisan...
Whispering in your colleagues ears...

WHAT IS YOUR VISION...
FOR THE POST-9/11 WORLD...
PRAY TELL?

Patriot or die...
Is that the plan?
Civil-liberty-crackdown...
Rape-of-civilian-rites...

"No legislation alone can forestall a terrorist attack."
Senator Robert Byrd, D-WA Va...
In opposition to new Intelligence Bill...

Summer-turns-to-winter...
ECOLOGY SWAYS ON A MAN-MADE TIGHTROPE...
Sea-levels-gradually-rise...
damn...
Peace accords swept away by winds of pessimism...

Evolution...
More visceral...
More real...
Than you can ever imagine...

15 Military...
And Civilian...
Spy Agencies...
Linked-by-one-vision...
Ruled by-one-director...

Planet Partisan...
Is starting to shift into focus...
Neo-Con Nirvana...
I can hardly wait...
Sends shivers down my spine...
Sweet Jesus...

GOD BLESS AMERICA...



# transmission ends #

entry: #025:: Ground Control to Major Tom::

C. Associated Press. http://www.buffalo news.com/editorial

" There is almost no human activity that is as intensely social as modern warfare >> When a military unit loses it internal cohesion and starts to fight as individuals there is such a radical and unfavorable change in the casualty ratio that it is almost always decisive >> Every general staff in the world since 1914 has known that the bravery of individual soldiers in modern war is about as essential as whether they are handsome..."

LEO CAWLEY

entry: #024:: A bullet to the Head::

c.AP Photo/Al Jazeera via APTN


Weeks before her death...
CARE director, Margaret Hassan...
Seemed inconsolable...
Traumatized...
By her new, starring role....
In the amateur snuff-style-Al-Jazeera-docu-drama...
In which...
She was its leading lady...

>> EXECUTED BY A BULLET THROUGH THE HEAD >>

What a fucking punchline!

Dressed in simple 'Guantanamo-Orange' boiler suit...
And blindfolded...
She begged for mercy...
Pleaded...
With every inch of her being...

Moments later...
Her life expired...
Shockingly...
Horribly...
By the hand of something...

Inhuman >>
Barbaric >>
Savage >>

An assassin with a heart of stone...
And a loaded-chamber...
Hungry for retribution...
>> for fame >>

As Gun-For-Hire-Cowboy...
And Highlight of Al Jazeera's Monday night news ...

damn...
That video-camera NEVER stops rolling...

I didn't know this woman...
But in her darkest moment...
I feel I did...
WE ALL DID...

This was a woman...
Who brought softness to the sharp-edges of suffering...
Through Humanitarian aid...
To 17 million displaced-Iraqi's...
Men >> Women >> Children...
Themselves victims of dictatorship...
Bound and gagged by a medieval ideology...
A Darwin-ian-glitch-in-the-program...
Refugees in their own land...

Allah...
See what Fundamentalism...
Does in your name...

And who...
Would...
Ultimately...
Become another statistic in A Tale of Two Cultures:
Each driven by a pathological hatred of each other...
And wedded by...
Politics...
$$$...
Power...

I'm so sorry that you had to die...
>> Margaret Hassan >>
Because you actually seemed to give a damn...
You made it your life's work...
In fact...
And because...
Those images of your private desperation will haunt us all forever...

Your death...
Is a crime against humanity...
Perpetrated by a coward...
By a psychopath unable to look you in the eye...
ONE...
LAST...
TIME...
BEFORE...
HE...
PULLED...
THE...
TRIGGER...

There are news reports of a mutilated body...
That of a Western woman...
Limbless >>
Gutted down the middle >>
Discovered in a Baghdad street...
Like some common piece of fucking garbage...
YET TO BE IDENTIFIED...

They're speculating, right now...
That it IS you...
And I pray...
That it's a case of mistaken-identity...

But if it was you...
I pray that you were oblivious to the final, savage act of desecration...
Wrought upon you...
In the name of fucking religion...
And B-grade-filmmaking...

I also pray that these Fundamentalist Showpony Assassins...
Burn in a thousand-eternal-hells...

I despair sometimes...
Looking through this video-lens...
This damn, reality-TV-marathon...
That knows only war, hate, bloodlust...
Murder...

And...

At ordinary people that we come to know...
>> Briefly >>
Sometimes...
Through the extraordinary experiences they endure...

Mmm...
Justice...
As disposable as last night's take-away...
And as empty as the promises of a thousand leaders who choose to turn a blind-eye...

damn...
How much fucking worse is it going to get?
As the horrors-of-the-digital-age-steal-what-remains-of-our-optimism...
From jihad-murderers with little compassion...
And child-soldiers with rocket-launchers for Kinder-play...
To brutal acts of violence...
Devoid of logic, empathy and reason...

>> RIP: MARGARET HASSAN >>


# transmission ends #

entry: #023:: Postscript :: The Falling Man

I'm staring at that picture...
AGAIN...
Goddammit......
At...
Well...
The Falling Man...
The poster-boy for 9/11...

The collective sigh of a globe in shock...

Plummeting...
Squeezing the damn air...
Right out of my lungs...

Just like that day, really...

Fuck >>

The colors have never seemed so vivid..
Since...
Well...
The fragile nature of a race...
Marked for death...
By an enemy insidious...
And brutal-of-heart...

It's the bodies I remember...
Mainly...
So many of them...
Raining from the sky...
Bled into that one historical moment...
Into that graceful but terrifying dive...
By a lone marionette pirouetting through a crumbling-world...

Damn, sentimentality...
It creeps up on you...
Even gets the better of you...
Sometimes...

The collective sigh of a globe in distress...

Fallujah under attack...
Infa-red labyrinth...
Marine-Cam-Insurgent-Ocide...
Playstation games....
Us >> the complicit witness'....


http://www.colorado.indymedia.org

60-Day-State-of-Emergency...
10,000 > 15,000 US and Iraqi troops...
Storm the stronghold...
Tanks pounding with death metal...
The roar of violence...
deafening...

ANNOUNCEMENT: PASSENGERS ON THE 5.35 TO PLYMOUTH LINE....
TRAIN DUE TO DEPART FROM PLATFORM 3...

A derailment later...
Bodies dragged through windows...
Through the jigsaw of debris...
Through a "Suicide-bid"....
Or something more sinister...
7 dead >> 150 injured...
Through the senselessness of a random-act...

The collective sigh of a People in distress...

For...
Yasir Arafat...
Bridge-builder...
Or destroyer...
Depending on your persuasion...
In a state-of-comatose...
Politico-genics...

"Arafat's sheer genius at surviving has carried him as far as he can go, and even though the end of the line must be obvious to him, he has no intention of letting go. The illusion that he is Palestine and Palestine him stubbornly persists; so long as he is alive he will go on believing that, no matter what happens. The further difficulty is that all of his theoretical successors are lesser men and are likely to make matters worse..."
Edward W.Said >> From Oslo to Iraq and the Roadmap.

Mrs Arafat...
Her husbands' guardian...
Protector of his assets...
EMOTIONAL >> SPIRITUAL >> FINANCIAL...
Purse-string-widow...
Whistleblower...
Executor at his Parisian bedside...

"You have to realize the size of the conspiracy...
I tell you, they are trying to bury Abu Ammar alive..."

"ACCESS DENIED," she roars...
To her husband's lieutenants...
Heir apparent...
Abbas...
In particular...
Yesterday Hamas...
Today Arafat...

AND STILL...
The Falling Man...
Reconciled with his Fate....
With ours...

The Palestinian crusade...
Gaza-strip-ghettos...
Caked in rivers of blood...
Small sacrifice...
For a patch of turf...

All..
A continuing memorial...
To WHATEVER lies ahead...

# transmission ends #

entry: #022:: the Day after Tomorrow::

c.www.sachas.world.com

Tonight I dream...

of Freedom and Democracy...
of Flag and Flame...
>> of a million strangers casting their die >>

Of baby-boomers...
Wall-Street-predators...
Welfare freaks...
Submissive housewives...
College kids botoxed-on-daddy's-dreams...
Felons-on-a-bum-rap...
Crack-addicts...
Prozac-Sorority-Row-Sisters...

Of a Hollow Man Holding Our Future In His Hands...

Time to place your bets...
Hot-odds on >> dear-Mr-President...
With his hellfire-and-brimstone...
And sly-old-damn-grin...

'The-end-always-justifies-the-means...'
Like hell it does...
'Tis-better-to-strike-than-be-struck...'
Logistics of a pre-emptive mind...
Logistics of the New Patriotism...
OF-THE-BEGINNING-OF-THE-END...

Orwell >> damn you >>
You were SO right...

Consequence of fucking actions...
We know it intimately...

Tonight I dream...
Of a world without corridors...
Of bible-belt-hysteria...
Of the chants of a million deluded disciples...
Of destructive agendas...
Of a New AmeriKa...
Of our future in the wrong hands...

and...

Of a man who could change it all...

Tonight I dream...
That tyranny slips back into the darkest corner...
and licks its wounds...
quietly...
never to be heard of again...

Melting...
Dissolving...

Into the trauma of yesteryear...
into its wolf-in-sheeps-clothing...

And then...
I open my eyes...


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Democracy...

entry: #021:: Bondage of Tyranny::

bondage of tyranny...

Obsidian hearts...
Made of fucking stone...
Simmering with deception...
Scalding with-religious-freak-rage...

Human extremity at every turn...
Armageddon behind every closed curtain...

China's 840,000-estimated HIV cases...
Bound by infected blood....
By the cheapness and ruthlessness of life...
A Nine-card Province-hat-trick...
Circa 1991 > 1996...
Pharmaceutical Predators Incorporated...
Blood-harvesting bitches...

As if one-child-per-family wasn't enough...

Calcutta...
Organ smorgasbord...
China...

Hmmm...
Honey...
How's about a long, cool hit of plasma...
C'mon...
Mine those rich, velvet veins, Comrade...
Remember...
Sacrifice is for the good of the people...
Your country needs YOU...

Food in the bellies of your children...
The rarest of commodity...

Cruelty...
Servitude...
Eternal, draconian shadows...
Wiping out an entire-next-generation-of-worker ants...

Bondage of Tyranny....

Hostages shackled...
Caged...
death row...
UNCUT...

Mutilate the ideal...
>> Pass sentence... >>
HOSTAGE # 103...
Your are hereby sentenced to death....
Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi shouts the final command...
Moments later...
The knife-edge of a 14th century doctrine...
Terminates another Propaganda Puppet...
and human being...

Look deep into his eyes...
This Zarqawi...
Amateur-snuff-filmmaker...
Mastermind...
Callous bastard....
B-grade-barter-suicide-bomber-pimp...
US$25 million-bounty-on-his-head...

Sweetie...
Proceeds from your posthumous video...
>> Sheik Abu Musab Zarqawi Slaughters an American Infidel >>
Complete-with-real-time-beheading...
and rollicking eye-gouging encore..
Ain't gonna line the web-cam-coffers...
damn you to hell...
Novice-Baghdad butcher...

So...
Now...
It's becoming a blur...
This fucking-therapy-culture...
fucking carnival...
freak-show...
bondage of tyranny...

It's all we know...
All we'll ever understand...
This flagrancy of opportunism...
>> Regimes >>
The S&M of political-kinky-kulture...

Lunacy glossed by Texan patriarchy...
By Salafi fundamentalists...
By monstrous-Gazan-walls...
By belief systems so huge...
So secular...

damn...
Manifested in the ordinary...
And the not so...

Life is...
Poetry...
Cracked...
damaged...
beautiful...
human...

## transmission ends ##

Entry: #020 :: Side-show Semantics::

Crazy-ass times...
This counterfeit bootleg of a fucking life...
No guarantees...



>> Deep wounds >>
The Mainframe's corroding...
The Countdown-begins...

Knife-edge debates...
Merely theatrics...
dear Mr President...

I believe your time is almost up, honey...

Approval Rating slips...
Tut...
Tut...
Tut...

You've brought us to the brink...
Now take that side-show grin...
And booty-bag-of-deception...
Back home to mamma's sweet embrace...

Shute...
Damn...
Did I really say that?


"We live in dangerous times. Our armies are powerful, and we spend billions of dollars a year on new prisons, yet our lives are still ruled by fear. We are like pygmies lost in a maze. We are not at War, we are having a nervous breakdown." Hunter S. Thompson. Kingdom of Fear.

The FDA approves Verichip implantation...
Psst...
C'mon...
Slip it under the skin...
Mmm...
That feels good...
That cool, cold metal of assimilation...
Scanner-whore...
Specimen...
Terminal bitch...

Oh-by-the-way..
Encryption algorithims ensure hackers no safe passage...
Rest assured...
We have your best interests at heart...

"Dangerous..."
Don't make me laugh...

Retinal Scans...
Kinky optics for Big-Brother-Borderguards...
Racial profiling...
Suitcase terrorism...
We do hope you enjoy your journey...

I feel the warmth on my skin...
A spring day...
Vacation from a-white-noise-world...
Fleeting...
>>
Unadulterated fucking bliss...
>>

Meanwhile...
Slipping closer...
Closer towards rendevouz...

Bushisms >>
Kerryisms >>
The invisible hand that rocks the cradle-isms >>
Are they truly one and the same...

Recyclable populations...
Kept from landfill...
Pyre...
Funeral...
Perhaps...
Only time will tell...

# transmission ends #

entry: #019 :: Corrosive-Cotton-Candy::

A man pushes a playground swing...
Rock-Rock-Rock the-cradle...
Gene-pool held firmly within...
Giggling...
Gurgling...
Warm...
Fuzzy...
Doused in hope...
Genes multiply....
:: love, unconditionally so ::

Tomorrow's a tangerine dream...
Wrapped in corrosive-cotton-candy...
damn >> it's good...

North Korea's family unit ain't so Kushty...
A former-prison-guard...
Defects...
South Korea's gain...
Shhh...
Walls-have-ears...

He speaks of unmentionable horrors...
Of Experimentation Camps...
Plexi-glass cells...
Square-by-square meters...
Of molecular hell...

All germs welcome....
chemical > biological >
Hot-off-the-uranium-press...
Mengele's manifesto with a fucking twist >

A family ushered inside...

Pump in the Saran, Comrade...
Angels of death with hypodermic needles..
Ice running through their veins...
Pull up a pew, gentlemen...
This won't take long...

Accelerated population growth...
Black-market guinea pigs...
Pluck the urban peasants...
See how they squeal...

damn > this is nasty business...

A nation of grey marionettes...
Jerking to the cadences of cruel and sadistic masters...

>>Freedom >>
A fucking fallacy...
And the cruelest joke of all...

# transmission ends #

entry: #018:: Atomized Secrets::

SNAPSHOT

Polarize...
Atomize...
Anaesthetize...

The language of violence...
The language of love...

All fucking snapshots...
Brief >> resilient >>
So, yesterday...

The Old Guard...
Lies buried deep beneath the rubble of Cold-War-ruin ...
The New Guard...
War-bunker-room-addicts...
Xenophobes....
Godfathers of the democratic tongue...
Building a bigger, brighter future...
Honest...
There'll be a few casualties...
But what the hell....
Patriotism....
Republica's last stand..

Hunter S.Thompson...
God bless him...
Gonzo Geek...
Prophetic lunatic...
Calls it the "Kingdom of Fear..."
He's damn right about that...
_____________________________________________________________________________

"The 22 babies born in NYC while the World Trade Center burned will never know what they missed. The last half of the 20th Century will seem like a wild party for rich kids, compared to what's coming now. The party's over folks. The time has come for loyal Americans to Sacrifice...Sacrifice...Sacrifice... This is the new buzzword in Washington. But what it means is not entirely clear."
Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear".
______________________________________________________________________________

2004 populated by the living...
>> and by the dead >>
The trajectory....
One and the same...

< Hush little baby, don't you cry... >

I'll whisper secrets...
And blow your mind...

SNAPSHOT

Oceans of red swaying in a Communist wind..
Statuary worker, peasant and intellectual...
Was there ever any distinction...
Comrade: 2256900413?

Raspy breaths from the reactor....
The Eye in the Sky Observes...

Always watching...
Always Waiting..

N.Korea hiding behind her impenetrable walls...
Bleak...
Grey...
A haze of paranoia clings...
To the Cold-War-State...
Enemy of the West...
Resistance is futile...
>>
Cold comfort to the 24 million+ masses..
God, dictatorship's an ugly bitch...
Lobotomy of the individual...
Of the self...
Of progression...

>>

"Axis of evil..."
Snorts dear Mr President...
"We'll get to you later, sonny....
Got enough on your plate right now...
God willing...

________________________________________________________________________

"Pyongyang had no other option but to possess a nuclear deterrent...
"Our deterrent is, in all intents and purposes the self-defense.. The self-defensive means to
cope with the ever increasing US-nuclear threats and further, prevent a nuclear war in northeast
Asia..."
Vice Foreign Minister, Chloe Su Hon.
________________________________________________________________________

Kingdom of Fear...
You ain't seen nothing yet...

# transmission ends #

entry:: #017:: We have a problem, Houston::

Last night I dreamt...
I tasted hell...

A landscape shrouded in shadows...
An Event Horizon stained by masked-madmen...
Clouds as far as the eye could see...

>> Black and stormy >>
>> Fire and brimstone >>

Jihad thieves stole through the night....
Suicide's children...
Bunkers all around...
Bomb-scarred and rusted...
Alien-ation...
So...
Overrated...
And above...
Flashes of green lightening...
Bathing the land in the glow of an eerily potential tomorrow...

Meanwhile...

Those poor folks down in the Silicon Strip ...
Are taking another battering...
Jeb's sweating gale -force winds, himself...
While Jeanne brings them crashing to their knees....

Squirming...
Fidgeting...
Questioning...
Does this ass-kicking never end?

Howling....
Howling...
Winds of fucking fury..

Florida...
Honey, you're always in the news....
And for all the wrong reasons...
120mph swells of retribution...
Mobile homes, luxury yachts and broken dreams....
Bitterly contested recount elections...
Not to mention nepotistic hand-me-downs...

Ice age coming...
Ice age coming...
Welcome-State-Of-Emergency...
Rabbit in the headlights...
That's all we are...
All we're ever destined to fucking be....

Hi-definition spy satellite images...
Smile for the camera, daddy...
Tut > Tut > Tut >
Those Chinese whispers just jumped a decibel, folks....
North Korea...
Iran...
Pray tell...
What in your pretty garden grows?
Cockle shells and atomic hells...
All in a neat, homicidal row?

Psst...
Dear Mr Presidents...

I'm thinking North Korea....
Their illicit love-affair with strategic-missile-testing...
It's got the Men in Black hot under the collar...
Steamed up enough to circulate warnings...
Watch your backs, boys...
There's nothing like an atomic aperitif pre-Presidential elections...

Disarm....
Please....
Before it's too late...
Hiroshima, my sweet...
Lest we never forget...

Japan >> land of eternal tremors...
Subway gassings...
A million-and-one-atomic-suns...
Baby, you've just slipped into Code Orange...
Sending Aegis destroyers...
Penetrating deep into the Sea of Japan...

What were you expecting?

Evidence of activity...
From North Korea's missile base...
Suggestions that an incoming missile
>> possible >>
Flashback to 1998...
Need I say more?

The weight of silence...
Fucking bliss...
Winds of fury...
Damn them...
Weapons of Mass Destruction...
That's funny...
We've always been our own worst enemy...
Atomic gardens...
Watery graves...
Religious assassins...
Gaia's fury...

Can somebody....
Please...
Pass the Prozac...

# transmission ends #

entry: #016:: Ballistic Bolshie ::

UNITED STATES OF AMNESIA 09.2004

Finally...
The hurricane's come to rest, folks...

Ripped the US Gulf, damn clean apart...
Sons-of-a-bitch...
Just tore a bite out of the Grande Lagoon...
That sunny, silicone valley...
Shell-shocked once again...
Pounded...
Eternally by howls of fury...
You poor bastards...
Does your misery know no end?

Meanwhile..
Jeb watches from the shadows of the Florida West Wing...
The whole family's under fire...
C'mon...
You have to remember...
Divine intervention is always...
"Guided by the hand of God..."

Did I really say that?
God help me...

Kalashnikov's are making their way back into fashion...
The Masters prefer their Servants armed...
Semi-automatics are accessories for Suburban Malls...
The Street...
Once again...
Becomes an open firing range...
Or, if you prefer...
Ballastic homicide for brunch, anyone....

God Bless America...
And its New World Order...

A couple are forced to remove their American flag from their porch...
Apparently, it offends with its memorial to Iraq fatalities...
Meanwhile, the Federal-Assault-Weapon Ban expires...
Miraculously...
Melts into the ether of a previous world...
A pre-War-On-Terror kinda life...
Not exactly warm and fuzzy...
But a Michael Moore-ian pause...
A fundmentalist-free-kinda vibe...

Dear Mr President ...
Or may I call you, George?
What the hell is going on in your mind?
I realize policing-the-world-like-some-gargantuan-Atlas is a tad stressful...
But, hey, dude...
You're killing us here...

Even Bill's getting the night-sweats...
And it has nothing to do with bypass blues...
Haste on a speedy-recovery, bubba...
Under your reign...
Hope was always illuminated...
Like a Camelot-ian beacon...
Y'know...
With the spirit of JFK...
Loitering nearby...
The guardian of lost-ideals...
And of a better world...

I'm getting fucking sentimental here...
Can someone please put me out of my misery?
Or at least blow some light into the dark, shadows drifting across our land...

Fucking parable...
That's what this sounds like...
Peter Jackson, sweetheart...
Grab your camera, honey and let's go play...

The heirarchy of dark and light...
It gives me such a thrill...
Truly, it does...
Stranger that fiction...
and all that guff....

Let the games continue...

# transmission ends #

entry: #015 :: Millennial bitch ::

SOMEWHERE 15.09.2004

"No one was safe from the motiveless psychopath who roamed the car parks and baggage carousels of our everyday lives...A vicious boredom ruled the world, for the first time in human history, interrupted by meaningless acts of violence." Millennium People > J.G.Ballard.

So simple...
So contrite...
So...
So, damn you Ballard...
You do it so fucking well....

Glacial prose...
The unwinding of the Common Masses...
Bitch's oiled >> tight >>
Your clairvoyance captures our demise beautifully....

Crash...
Yes....that's what this feels like...
The sharp edge of reality...
Now a pre-millennial blur....

An 'open-house' at the asylum, folks....
Step aboard...
Your doors of perception are about to be shattered...
Bedlam ejaculated all over our padded, bloody cell...

A plane circles...
Overhead...
In the stormy heavens...

"Anthrax drop, anybody?"
I laugh each time I mention it...
Dammit, I'd cry if I didn't...

Modern warfare....
Such a nasty affair...
U.S. Postage Centers....
Getting a run for their money...
Booby-trapped letters to governors...
Rigged for maximum injury...
By maximum premeditation...
Yet another massacre of the Democratic Flag...
GIves sadism a new spin...
Sons-of-bitches...
With their Postcards of Genocide...

Korea...
Mmm....
Elegantly sidestepping our curiosity at the mushroom-cloud dancing on her horizon...
Shimmy up closer, honey...
Let's take a look within your guarded fortress...
Hermetically sealed....
Filled with the lust of atomic secrets...

That drone is still overhead...
I'm imagining a mechanical, white bird....
A carrion of Islamic hatred...
Proclaiming chants of something foreign, naked and alien....
Medieval....

Pilots of mujahideen...
Death Squads...
Fucking Fanatics...

And then there's you....
That's right...
You...
Silent witness'...
Rendered mute by your fears...
Mouths in bondage...
Stealing through invisible corners of a shrinking world...
Is their nothing you wish to add?

Millennial people...
Each and every one of us...
Casualties...

Meanwhile...
There's rumours of the Rise of The Satanic Right...
I chuckle...
The zombified corpse of Teflon Ronnie threatens to usurp Mr Cheney...
The ideals of the Deep South rise again...
Hallelujah, that's all we need...

Jaded evangelists...
Each and everyone of them...
Replacing-the-winds-of -their-fucking-Cold-War-with-the-incendiary-homicide-of -Islam's-Rage...

Mekong Delta....baby...
I'll take you any day...

# transmission ends #

entry: #014 :: Having a blast in Jakarta ::

JAKARTA 09.09.2004

So, there was a man...
An Indonesian policeman...
Sitting amid the debris...
The fucking carnage...
Covered in blood...

Stunned...

On the horizon > a plume of smoke...
The Australian Embassy...
Windows shattered...
Victims carried out on stretchers...
A car bomb...
Possibly the handiwork of a Malaysian geophysics professor...
"Demolition Man..." to his al-Qaida-buddies, thank you very much...

Nudge, nudge, wink, wink...
Always in the name of Allah...

I don't feel much right now...
Numb...
Hardly ...
That would be bliss...
Damn, I can't get that man's face out of my head...
It goes beyond trauma...
Beyond the hollow and catatonic stare of a casual bystander...
Lobotomy without reason...
Human shrapnel...comes cheap, folks...

>> Bodybags >>
Stark...
Clinical...
Filled with the last drops of adolescent warmth...
Filled with the uncried tears of their last moments...

Come to momma, baby...
Sorry, if the schoolyard bully comes casually-militant, darling...
Wombs filled with hatred...
'Black Fatima's' bitches rocking the cradle....

It's all too televised...
Monopolized...
Fucking digitized...

And tomorrow's 9/11...
Eternally frozen in the loop...
The Day The World Stood Still...
Still is...
Always will...

Who the hell am I kidding?
>> dammit >>
Everyday's 9/11...

# transmission ends #

eNtry: #013 :: RIP ::

BESLAN RUSSIA 03.09.2004

A world once again in shock...
Damn > when is this ever going to end?

I want to cry right now...
and I never want to stop...

Again we mourn...
Sweet fucking Jesus..
They were children, for chrissake...

There are no words right now...
only frozen shock...
deeper than death...
hollow and barren...

Those innocent children...
Sacrifical lambs to the slaughter...

What did they ever do to deserve this?

always someone else's child....

How-the-hell-could-this-happen?

The horrors of war again violate our children...
Sometimes, it truly is hell on earth....

# transmission ends #

entry: #012 :: When Worlds Collide ::

It reads like fiction >
But, it's not...
A car-crash of emotions...
I'm thinking...
'Grid locked'...
Hell, who am I fucking kidding?

A correspondent's experience has a hold of me...
Lost in Transmission...
His...
Mine...
Us, collectively...

AFGHANISTAN sometime, 2003

"With their kohl-lined eyes and Kalashnikovs over the shoulder, the religious police prowl the stalls like vultures circling a corpse. Hollywood could not design more sinister looking dudes. They even seem to have the worst teeth in Afghanistan. When they're not playing moral enforcers or issuing ludicrous edits such as that women do not make a noise when their shoes hit the ground, they're operating as the Taliban's most effective spy agency..." Jonathan Harley.

This grid locked-craziness is all around...
Punctuating our own imposed >> silence...
Penetrating our own >> solitary-confinement...
Walls of teflon deflect the lunacy and lust of congressional sparring...

A man pulls up alongside me...
We make eye contact...
We speak...

"Hey, code Orange is all around...
I'm thinking jungle-fever's about to hit...
Planet-GOP has landed, baby...
10,000 cops stalk 8-city-square-blocks...
Step aboard the fun {k} ship,
Those 'crazie' mothers are riding the nostalgia trail, again....

Madison Square Gardens...
Honey, they're gonna make you a star ...
Forget the peroxide...it's wax-work smiles all the way...
Flash...Flash...Flash...
Lit by the promises...
Lit by the contradictions...
Lit by the corporate fund dollar...

Hey, give me a break, here ...
Used-car-salesmen-have-more-fucking-panache...

It's starting to smell of terrorism," quips a 'Fox -News'-talking-head...
"Fair and balanced..."
Yeah, sure!
Whatever you say...
Damn...did I smile when I said that?

Two Russian planes bombed into the emptiness of tomorrow...
Radar beeps punched holes into nothingness...
The world holds its breath...

Once again...

What were we really thinking, folks?
C'mon, tell me...

It happened once...who's to say it won't again?

Damn these thoughts...
Eternal and complicit...
Suffocating and sadistic...

Italian journalist, Enzo Bladoni was executed this week...
What?
Didn't you hear?
He was chasing a deadline...
Chasing the dragon of his own adrenalin...
ended up in a shallow grave...
Nobody's life should end that way...

Hey, 'silent majority'...
How does it feel...
to have NO mouth...
but you MUST scream...

Munch >> how apt >> your 'portrait of humanity' was stolen...
Hi-jacked in broad daylight...
Frozen in madness...
A one-way-ticket-to-dystopia...
A portrait of prophecy...

The car horns blare...
But that damn man keeps smiling...
Warm...
Mmm...the kinda smile you could melt into...
"It's okay..." it says...

Damn...
I love that flood of compassion...
Strangers...
Side-by-side...
Never to know more-than-but-a-passing-glance...
A comma > in this never-fucking-ending-sentence-called-life...

He's crawling on his belly...
Searching for answers...
are they ever to be found in the eyes of a bystander?

53% of New Yorkers believe a terrorist strike is likely...
C'mon...It's just convention jitters, folks...
naked specters demonstrate ....
feeding activism's rage...

Our, collective rage...

Four more years of this...
Yeah, like, I believe we heard you the first time...

Something's changing...
Mutating...
damn, it's that evolutionary-loop...
Jammed again...
get's me everytime...

I love this peep-show....
This carnival of the absurd....
This fictionalization of the species...

I want to flash-forward to yesteryear...
Hmm...wrap us all >> in the bondage of amnesia...

Somewhere safe...
... always and forever...
untouchable...

# transmission ends #