Handling Toxic Waste Effectively...

Damn, there are some poisonous people out there. 

Must be a sign of the times. 

I like the thing, 'if you can't say something nice...don't say anything at all'. 

Why?

Because there are enough REAL threats out there we can be directing our energy into. 

Like a nuclear reactor leeching toxins into the world FAR GREATER than the poison any single person can muster. 


I actually had a couple of people during the last week ask me what a 'Fukushima' was.

That fucking word...FUCKushima...should be on ALL of our lips!!

It should by now be woven into our very DNA!!

It will be the death of us, if we don't do something toot sweet!!

Under these kind of grave conditions...I re-iterate my blog the other day.


Fuck the haters. 

There are far more important matters.

Walk away and keep on going.


At times like these...of course I wonder if people are worth it.

Take Goethe- any Goethe.  At random...From 'The Sorrows of Young Werther'.

"The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.”

Including taking it out on others. 

I see it ALL the time.

Then again...Goethe also said in 'Ill-humour'...

'then I see a human face...

back in love with humans.'


Humans are fickle. 

I am human.

Hence...also fickle.

I want to live. 

Which must mean...I want humans to live.

Because I am like ALL humans. 

I simply don't care to be assailed and circumvented by the petty fears and insecurities of others who have not as yet found a practical outlet for their pent up energy.

I have.

And I am convinced there ARE still enough decent folk out there worth saving.


Indeed...I think of the children, who actually have a RIGHT to behave like children.

If nothing else...

do it for the children.

Now...to take my own advice...

& throw my energy into the more pressing matters at hand.

http://fukushimarock.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-road-away-from-hell-is-paved-with.html

Home and Dry.

Your best investment for the future? 

Food. 

Large supplies of dry goods and filtered water. 

And somewhere to put them. 

& you, and your family.  

I'm not an 'end is nigh' kinda guy...but the writing is on the wall. 

It's coming.


An economic- and environmental- correction of epic proportions.

Biological Urge...

I am very definitely in favour of the evolution of my mortal soul. 

I wouldn't have devoted an entire blog to it if I didn't believe somehow, on some level, it was my prime imperative. 

Even if it all turns out to be bullshit created by my own brain to deny my impeding doom...

Or a giant ego trip...

I will carry on with it.

Regardless.
 
 
But it doesn't do to forget...

we are all basically animals.


As Richard Dawkins said, "Be warned that if you wish, as I do, to build a society in which individuals cooperate generously and unselfishly towards a common good, you can expect little help from biological nature."

What the devil wants...he gits.

& one more thing...

Just because you are an Evolving Soul...

Does NOT mean you have to take shit from savages. 

Bear in mind...there are some hateful hurtful brutes out there, who just like causing trouble, creating trauma and weaving a spell of mayhem wherever they go.  

They swoop from place to place, spreading their toxins all over town.

There is NO reasoning with these swine; they think black people are vermin, and environmentalists only fit for target practice.

You know the kind of oxygen thieves I mean. 

Scrape 'em off your boot, block em'...

whatever you have to do. 

One day...a real trash compactor will drive by and pick 'em all up. 


Censorship?

Of course not. 

I would no more spend time with a bigot, a racist, a hate monger...

than I would allow a piranha into my bathtub.

This is just basic common sense.

& those without common sense...will get left behind.

FAR behind...

& the devil gits the hindmost.  

Dawn on Me.

Isn't that interesting. 

Just about to send out a swag of letters to a bunch of bands...

& I am putting it off. 

Why? 

That smelly old rotten fuckin' chestnut 'what if they say no?' 


It's funny...my mind works like my camera. 

I film everything...but every once in a while...

I take a frame capture. 

& in that moment...I see a truth that I might not ordinarily have noticed.

& I can take the time to focus on it for a while.

Allow it to dawn on me.

Question it.


'What if they laugh at me?' 

Man...that shit is so old.  Probably why it is still in there.  

It's like...it attaches itself to your DNA early on in life...& never quite lets go. 

'what if they say no?'  'what if they laugh at me?' 


What if they do?? They can't KILL me!!!
 

That is just childish.

OF COURSE THEY WILL SAY NO!

Most of them will, anyway!

Most muso's are on some kind of gear or other...& they don't give a good goddamn if the world goes to hell in a bucket of shit!

What most of them want is a chunk of change!!  

But some of them care!

& if I don't get over that frightened little boy crap...I'll miss out on that one or two who might gladly say yes! 

Gotta' scrape that shit offen my boots, methinks...

Once and for all.

I'd send an SOS to the world...except the world is sending them to me.

 

 

I couldn't sleep last night. 

How many times have I said that by way of introduction to a piece of writing?

Too many times. 


Sometimes...I am insanely happy.

Sometimes...simply content with my lot.

Hopeful, and optimistic. 


Other days...I am terrified. 

Shit scared that we are sitting idly by while our future disappears down the plug hole.

I look back over my FB posts sometimes...

& it seems like my mood swings suggest something clinical.

Some sort of bi-polar disorder. 

This of course makes things easy and convenient for therapists and analysts.

Makes people readily classifiable and catego-risible. 

But I think it evades the real issue.


Some days I am optimistic. 

Some days I am not. 

Some days I am happy...

But then other days I fall back into depression. 


And I naturally depressive?

Or naturally cheerful?

Both?  Or neither?

I'll tell you what I think it is. 

I think I am a person who WANTS to be optimistic...

Knows the VALUE to myself and those around me of being jovial and hopeful...

BUT I also know it is a LIE to deny those things which seem perched, ready to send the species to it's doom. 

& who wouldn't be worried about these things that will send us all to our certain death?


A truly insane person. 

& hence...in our doomed attempts to walk a straight line, while being torn from wild optimism to wild pessimism...

We feel perpetually unbalanced. 

I would go one further; I am of the opinion that the emotional prevarication many of us experience in our day to day lives is a replication of the wild mood swings that can be seen in nature...

Seen occurring on a planet that is beginning to show the effects of the trauma we have put her through...

& she is sending the same trauma right back to us.


Right back to me. 

For I can feel it- and it is keeping me awake at night. 
      

I might not be insane.

Perhaps I am a sane person, reacting not unreasonably to insane things that are happening to the planet. 

Insane things WE are responsible for.


I was lying awake, thinking of strange & curious things last night. 

Mainly Fukushima, and the impeding financial crises. 


Should I put my slowly eroding savings into Gold?

Nope...that has dropped 25% in value, and looks set to drop another 25% in the next twelve months.


Then I realised...what am I talking about?

Can I eat gold? 

No. 

It's basic, really. 

I times of crises, when economic systems look like collapsing and our food, water and air are polluted by radiation...

These are not times to be looking at any other investment options but FOOD.

Clean, nourishing food. 

Grains and oats, rice, tinned food, etc.

& shelter.

Supplies of fresh water.


It's getting time to hunker down and dig in. 

I'm sorry to say.


That's the problem with those who are money hungry.

Even when there is lava in the living room...

The Loot Lovers are looking for the next investment opportunity. 


Humans with souls know that without life...

There is nothing else to invest in.


By the time I did finally fall asleep at about 5am...after a couple of little helpers...

I had weird apocalyptic dreams.

I was heading out of a collapsing city (I think it was Chicago) for greener pastures, & I realise that on my way out, the roads were flanked with palm trees like the ones at the start of 'Apocalypse Now'.

I stopped to look at them...

& I realised the City of Chicago had created a Mayan theme park on the highway out of town. 

Suddenly...I was swooped by a Police Chopper. 

The Chopper hovered in mid air...& I watched as the thing hung precariously vertically, as if dangled by it's tail within the thumb and forefinger of God. 

I knew they were in trouble, so I pulled out my camera and filmed it all. 

After that...I woke up. 


This is either a random piece of night time entertainment crafted by an overactive brain...



Or a cry for help. 

Time of Reflection...