Two Questions: mooncheese & headcheese

Two questions from my old friend and correspondent, Thomas Merton (1915-1968) :

“What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous.”

“How does it happen that even today a couple of ordinary rural French stonemasons, or a carpenter and his apprentice, can put up a dovecote or a barn that has more architectural perfection than the piles of eclectic stupidity that grow up at the cost of tens of millions of dollars on the campuses of American universities?”— Thomas Merton

Two kinds of (more) insanity:

First: the continuing interest in “conquering space”, colonizing the Moon, Mars, other celestial bodies—carrying our Earthly madness & failures & wars to new bunker zones, new no-man’s-lands, new launching-pads. All really for military dominance, of course. Fortresses in space for more strategical nuclear attacks on “enemies” here on Earth. Evil insanity.

Second: still building more university campuses – designed to look as well as function like prisons! Such “fog factories” conceived as means to produce more human robots willing and skilled and hungry to carry out the military agendas of the corporate war machine fatcats. Keep (re-)colonizing (ie enslaving) more and more of the foreign and domestic population as “pods” & “drones” — worker-bees and warrior-bees, cannon-fodder for our wars against brown & black & yellow & red & yes also white people all over the world, wars against humanity itself. Against ourselves.

It’s cannibalism, really, plain and simple. So much of university busy-work/research/productivity nothing but propaganda-entrainment & corporate war-machine skill-training as prep for lives as corporate wage-slaves drudges reaching adulthood already with life-long debt and fear of being rendered homeless & worse, overnight forever, if one does not conform & succeed at conforming-&-producing right out of the gate and all the way through the bot-training from K through 12, through BS, MBA, PhD, through second mortgages, retirement & death….

Millions starving here on Earth, and yet, “Whitey’s On the Moon.” Yeah, and he’s trying to set up his nuclear anti-missile missile attack system there (Ronny Ray-Gun’s “Star Wars” Scheme), there on the Moon, and anywhere else he can get to — space stations, Mars, asteroids, wherever. Howsoever. It’s not enough that we have US military bases permanently installed/entrenched in over 200 countries around the world. Armed with nuclear missiles, ready to kill anyone who opposes this neo-colonial empire of blood and oil.

One university recently celebrated a brand new scheme to implement “More efficient fracking!” !!! More efficient genocide! Globecide. The death-wish is strong with you, Mordred.

Where’s my $ 8 second cup of GMO/blood-mocha latte??? —all this talk of radioactive moondust (glowy chai powder from dirtball formerly known as Earth) is making me thirsty. Here in this cement bunker Arts & Human Sciences Building. Are we still on lock-down? Have you got your Glock cocked?

Whitey on the Moon

Gil Scott-Heron

A rat done bit my sister Nell
With Whitey on the moon
Her face and arms began to swell
And Whitey’s on the moon

I can’t pay no doctor bills
But Whitey’s on the moon

Ten years from now I’ll be paying still
While Whitey’s on the moon

You know, the man just upped my rent last night
Cause Whitey’s on the moon
No hot water, no toilets, no lights
But Whitey’s on the moon

I wonder why he’s uppin’ me?
Cause Whitey’s on the moon?
Well i was already given him fifty a week
And now Whitey’s on the moon

Taxes takin’ my whole damn check
The junkies make me a nervous wreck
The price of food is goin up
And if all that crap wasn’t enough
A rat done bit my sister Nell
With Whitey on the moon

Her face and arms began to swell
And Whitey’s on the moon

With all that money i made last year
For Whitey on the moon
How come I ain’t got no money here?

Hmm, Whitey’s on the moon

You know I just about had my fill
Of Whitey on the moon
I think I’ll send these doctor bills
airmail special
(To Whitey on the moon)

Songwriter: Gil Scott-Heron (1949-2011)

Whitey on the Moon lyrics © Carlin America Inc

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