Sunday, August 20, 2006

The Eight Hundred Pound Gorilla in the Room.

They’ve got him sedated at the moment. It’s all they can do. They’ve got a large number of the people outside the room sedated too. Then there’s another impressive number of people who are confused by all the colored lights and crowd noises as well as those who are hiding under the bed, literally or metaphorically and... those who just don’t care. Add to this the hard core contingent who support the clowns who sedated the gorilla and you’ve got a whole lot of people. Then there is a fairly large group of people outside the room who can smell gorilla shit in varying degrees of intensity.

Things are happening in each of these groups. Compare it to CB intrusions on your TV set. Compare it to waking up in the middle of the night from a dream you can’t remember. Compare it to falling out of love with your spouse. Compare it to becoming disillusioned with your friends or your job. Compare it to anything that jars your sense of reality and appears to come from a source besides yourself. Shit happens and change occurs. For some people it doesn’t take a whole lot to inform them that things aren’t what they should be or what they want them to be. For some people their house has to catch on fire.

There was a man who came out of Bulgaria. Some called him a spiritual master. He was a brilliant metaphysician and said a number of things that stayed with me over the years. One thing he said that always stuck with me was- and I’ll have to paraphrase here- “When God comes to wake you, he gives you a gentle nudge. If you don’t respond then he shakes you harder. If you still don’t respond then God picks up a two by four.” His name was Mikhail Aivanhov. You don’t have to think of it in terms of ‘God’. Some of you don’t believe in God, though I suspect that what most of you don’t believe in is the fantasy God-construct of organized religion. Transpose the terms; Nature, Rumplestilskin, Kismet or Truth for the word ‘God’ if that works for you. As Shakespeare noted, “There is a destiny that shapes our ends.”

This gorilla has been sedated for going on 6 years now. This gorilla has to be sedated or it will destroy the room and everything and everybody in it. This gorilla is attended to 24 hours a day by a team of specialists called The Media and sometimes The Administration and sometimes something else. There are various ancillary support teams that have a hand in sedating the gorilla. They are the different government agencies, religions, corporations, other nations and business interests whose survival depends on the gorilla being sedated. It’s hard to know who the main hands-on team is. Only the gorilla knows that and the gorilla is sedated.

In less than three months, all of the people from all of the groups mentioned in the first paragraph are going to have an opportunity to vote on the future care of the gorilla. For the last six years the numbers of people in the first groups mentioned vastly outnumbered the people who could smell gorilla shit. So it was easy for the various support teams in charge of the gorilla to manipulate previous votes on gorilla care in order to maintain their position. They were able to control the votes and manipulate the vote totals because of a particular margin. That margin no longer exists today and further manipulation is very problematic according to previous techniques.

If the next vote coming should facilitate a switch in the teams responsible for the gorilla then the sedation of the gorilla is going to come to an end. You know what happens when a gorilla goes off his medication. At that time there will be a wild-assed flight of technicians and groups of aforementioned people heading for the hills because one very pissed off gorilla is going to be unleashed and the room will contain him for only so long.

The present sedation team cannot afford this. The walls of the room that contained the gorilla will be gone. The room will be open on all sides and whatever instruments and records that room contained will be visible to everyone.

Some of the things done while the gorilla was under sedation include terrible crimes. There are crimes that were committed during this period that exceed anything ever done before in the history of the nation that contained the room that contained the gorilla. These are crimes that carry capital murder charges and thousands of other Class A felonies and uncountable misdemeanors.

You can readily imagine that those presently sedating the gorilla are not of a mind for anyone to discover what has taken place over the last six years.

One of the things that will happen if the gorilla stops being sedated is that a lot of people who previously had some part in gorilla sedation- no matter how small- are immediately going to step over the other side and start pointing at everyone else and talking so fast and so exhaustively that six hundred monkeys with tape recorders won’t catch it all. So many people will be jumping off the ship that contained the room that contained the gorilla, in such numbers and with such speed, that the ship could well go flying right up into the air and require a team of specialists to pull it back down to Earth; unless, quite possibly, gravity interferes first and then the usual, “look out below!” would apply.

So it stands to reason that the team presently involved in sedating the gorilla will do ANYTHING... ANYTHING to stay in charge of the gorilla. What might that entail? Well, it might entail ANYTHING.

There hasn’t ever been a time when a similar situation existed. Sure, you could mention the Civil War or the Vietnam War or even the Revolutionary War way back in the beginning when they were still trying to build a room that might contain a gorilla but... the degree of excess and bad intentions never got to this point. Things could wind up just about anywhere. Nobody wants that gorilla turned loose; well, let me take that back. I do. I want that gorilla to go apeshit. I think it would prove to be a cathartic thing and I think no small number of people agree with me. It would clear the air, once all the gorilla shit had been cleaned up.

Those of us unlucky enough to have encountered a force of Nature while it was going about its work; we know how awesome a spectacle that can be. We also know that there is a freshness in the air afterwards before the bodies begin to stink. But that gets cleaned up too and there’s a sense of new beginnings that carries an awesome perception of freedom and freshly minted initiative that makes us committed to rebuilding the world nearer to the hearts true desire.

I know that gorilla wants to get up off the table and I know it’s going to be rowdy for awhile. However, I suspect all that gorilla wants to do is head back to its natural habitat soon enough and you aren’t likely to see it afterwards unless you go looking for it.

I suspect that whatever damage the gorilla might do in it’s early moments of liberty is not nearly so potentially destructive as what will occur if the team presently in charge of the gorilla is allowed to continue in it’s work so... won’t you help me cut this gorilla loose?

This gorilla, though sedated, is very aware of the members of the team into whose care it has been entrusted this long. I believe it's time this gorilla got some payback. Please give what effort you can to see that this comes to pass. Remember, it isn’t only the gorilla that has been lying on the table all this long while. You have all been lying there too; strapped down, hooked up with probes, shot up with drugs and sexually molested at night by the graveyard shift. You have every right to be just as angry as the gorilla.

...Well...?

22 comments:

betmo said...

i know what i would actually like to do with said gorilla and everyone else who is likeminded or follows the gorilla blindly. however, i won't use any key words to get the gorilla's goons to follow me here.

Anonymous said...

The gorilla was hauled away and killed over 100 years ago. The keepers around 1898 made sure that there would never be another gorilla so it was replaced with mushrooms that do very well in a dark, damp place as long as it was fed well with shit.

Anonymous said...

The Gorilla is NOT sedated - he is awake and fully aware!

The function of all these attendants is to placate the Gorilla (who openly threatens to 'take down' not just the room but the entire world with him if he is not given whatever he demands). The very livelihoods of all these attendants depends upon placating the Gorilla, for the Gorilla has control over their contracts.

The Gorilla has been running a simple Ponzi scheme for decades - the attendants get everybody to give the Gorilla money. From these funds, the Gorilla skims off a tiny percentage to maintain his attendants.

When faced with a growing public irritation, the Gorilla simply 'fires' the old attendants and 'hires' new ones.

The mechanism is called an "election".

This is often called "changing of the guard"....

Anonymous said...

Oh yes, we are angry indeed.

Time to say goodbye to warmongers, liars, and those whose devotion lies with other nations.

Time to learn about our history, our truth, and to mourn the loss of those who never knew.

t quigly said...

Thank you for mentioning Aivanov so that your readers learn of the publications of his profound and prolific talks. If more people followed his teachings, we wouldn't be in the mess we're in.

Anonymous said...

Excellent Visible!



"the changing of the guard"!!!!!

Wow! that's a good one.

Erin

Anonymous said...

ya like the Leo Wante money!
when the people awake to this WOW

Anonymous said...

True but whether it's the gorilla pulling the strings or the attendants or someone off camera pulling them both, if you bring one of the processes to a halt the whole thing stops working.

Anonymous said...

My name is Andrew Ian Murphy and as a Hybrid alien who has been locked up in an invisible prision for the last six years, I will tell you this, I very much sympathize with the Gorilla...and I can tell you afew things about our present moment and Gorrillas...they do not need to be freed per se...not by any of you...the gorrilla, will free himself, with or without your help...however, the amount of damage he does, will be in direct proportion to the lack of help he is offered...free him, and he will smash a lot of stuff...keep him locked up, and he will free himself, smashing all he can.

Anonymous said...

always something different here/

i'm watching all this shit with a detached amusement cause i'm a long way from the action and i intend to stay there\

keep up the good work/ every little time bomb of text blows up some of their shit

The Wumpus said...

A brilliant analogy as usual M. Visible. Take care and hopefully we'll all see you on the other side of When??

The Wumpus said...

A brilliant analogy as usual M. Visible. Take care and hopefully we'll all see you on the other side of When??

Anonymous said...

Aaah, Mister Visible. I think your gorilla is like Ariel Sharon, brain dead. It's time to resurrect internment camps and renew your mental asylums and put all of the brain dead Americans in these institutions. (And when you can’t contain them any longer, put them into uniform and send them to clean up Iran, Syria, etc.). Wall up your country. Get instructions from the Chinese on how to run a closed society and pull your head in for the next fifty to one hundred years until you sort yourselves out into decent human beings and/or respectable world citizens like we Israelis.
(Oh! The maxim ‘Clean up your own act first’ just popped into my head).
May the Lord bless your every waking moment
Sollie Leberwitcz
ps. I don’t think I will have my good friend Rabbi Hashem send you an encouraging message soon, you are all too depressing.

Shamanka said...

I am in the process of genetically modifying my magic mushroom stash to morph into the shape of a bunch of bananas. Once the morphed bananas (which are really psychedelic awesome -- you know the kind -- "good god golly Ms. Molly 'shroom" )are eaten by * our collective gorilla* a global transformation will begin.

Would anyone like to have some tea and cookies later this afternoon at my place to discuss the 'shroom strategy'? Otherwise, I fear another more toxic 'shroom is on the horizon,

Anonymous said...

We are reminded of the philosophy argument concerning a mother-to-be, upon waking in a hospital, discovers a world famous, extraordinarily gifted musician has been hooked up to her body indefinitely. He cannot survive otherwise. It could kill her. It WILL zap the life of her unborn child. The reknowned physicians all agree the musician must be allowed to exist since he has performed great works improving the lives of mankind. It is expected he could continue to do so as long as he receives nourishment from this specifically selected female's generosity.

amj said...

Gorilla in the midst?

Nope it's not a typo. Free-flowin' word associatin' is all.

Dear Les, I wish you peace of mind. Heck, I wish me peace of mind! Haven't had any for ages now, it seems. Finding it nigh impossible to concentrate, focus,
remember.

What happens when you spend most of a lifetime (in my case, half a freakin' century) seeing, experiencing, witnessing, learning about all the shit, lies, abuse, manipulation, exploitation, and wholesale fuckery, and you feel mostly impotent, powerless to change a goddamned thing? When you vascillate between optimism, skepticism, pessimism, and cynicism on an almost moment-to-moment basis? When you know, you just KNOW that it's supposed to be far, far better than this; that it could easily be far, far better? That it takes far less energy to smile, be kind, or do a good deed, than it does the opposite. When you realize that for the most part, all of this is a goddamned lie, and a goddamned waste...of life. That even those who seem to benefit from the wickedness, the greed, and the plunder, that even they don't seem to realize that theirs are lives that are wasted.

Instant gratification is all they're after. And it is never enough! Even the entire world would not satisfy those titanic
appetites. They're infuckingsatiable. They don't even seem to realize that fact, much less care, while others can instantly recognize them for the gluttonous cannibals that they are. Is that why the good man whom they crucified on that hilltop cried out to his father to forgive them because they were all so ignorant? Fuck 'em, I say.
A far, far better creature than me he truly was. I can't imagine ever being that forgiving.

I get up from my chair to refill my coffee cup, light another cigarette, glance at a bowl of peaches on the table and some peppers on the plate next to them. I'm in awe of those peaches and peppers. That they came from the earth. Just like that. Beautiful. Perfect. Delicious. Life-giving, life-enhancing. Food. Sustenance. Free!

Mother Earth, she gives all freely, for all. But...I pick up a peach. There's a sticky little label on it. Some corporation "grew" those peaches. Sold them. We bought them.
We sure have come a long way baby! How far exactly is it that we've descended? And millions among us, who really ought to know better but don't, actually think
that we have progressed. Dumb, sick fuckers!

Why just the other day, some PreacherMan in Canada was calling for his congregation to boycott bottled water because drinking water is being privatized everywhere. So he said. Yadda, nada. Have I got news for him. Water has long ago been privatized. Wake the fuck up Mr.
PreacherMan! The entire planet's been privatized. Dumb, stupid, lying motherfucker!

Do we try to hold onto any semblance of grace or graciousness that we might have? Recall and appreciate our blessings? Absolutely! There's humility in knowing that there but for the grace of God/Life go I. Still...the planet is aflame, millions starve, suffer...and it should never, ever, ever have been this way.

It's been said that in days like these, many will lose their minds, will long for death, but it will not come. It's also been said that ignorance is bliss? Once I'd a thought that. But I've seen the faces of the ignorant in the city, on the tv, elsewhere. No bliss. Mostly vacant stares, nervous, petrified or anxious;
lights-on-but-nobody's-home. Hey, wouldn't that be an apt description of this planet? heheh And, if they laugh, they seem to laugh through their teeth, as opposed to from their bellies, their guts. As Malcolm X so aptly observed. Yeah, they crucified him too. Didn't they. The really good, and really brave ones seem to reap a particularly wicked reward. Which causes you to wonder, over and over, who really runs this asylum?

Wishful thinking (mine) aside, I don't see that Gorilla becoming unleashed anytime soon. If it began to stir in any meaningful way, methinks it would be even more heavily sedated. Might even be put down. That extreme measure is surely a "viable", even a desirable option for many bloodlusting vampires.

But, I just don't see that Gorilla waking up or recovering any of its senses. It's virtually comatose, anyway.

Besides, I'd even wager that were a divine smackdown to occur, most would return to busyness-as-usual just as soon as they'd recovered from the shock.

Far back as I can see, they've manufactured consent, then manufactured dissent; manufactured diseases and then "cures" for them; manufactured identities, then division, competition, hate, wars, slaughters; they manufactured morality, need, desire; and then they manufactured analyses of all of it, pompous academic or
gutter-entertainment analyses catering to the "teams" which they've also manufactured. The game is rigged. Everything's fucking rigged. We're so far gone, and so far removed...from the ways we/it ought to be.

And regarding gorillas in the
mi[d]st, you know how that story ended, right? She lost her head. Well, she didn't actually lose it; rather some fuckin' butchers hacked it off while she was sleeping. And the fucking metaphors are too numerous, and way too depressing.

Me, I'm coming apart at the seams. And here I thought I was seamless. Seamlessly integrated. We are all One, and all that jive. ahahhaahahahha. Everything's a sick joke. It makes no goddamned sense. Correction, it makes no sense. But it's all goddamned, or at least we seem to be...

Had great difficulty even composing this message. And was so self-conscious about writing anything for fear that I'm not making any sense. Finally decided to just spit it out.

"Heaven only knows and I don't understand. Won't you tell me please, what's the master plan. Spent so many days sitting on a cloud. Heaven only knows, so I'll just move the crowd...for now..." k-os

Keep movin' the crowd, Les. Right on. Write on...annemarie

Anonymous said...

Nice spit, annemarie.
tony

Anonymous said...

He'll wake up and bring the War back home. That's the only way to shake up the Murkan sheeple. Let them tapdance to the Cluster bombs, dust up in the DU, feel the cleansing fire of the white phosphorus bombs; have a few JDAMs and bunker busters rain down on their corporate parking garages & country clubs. Angry brown mobs storming their gated communities. Two mile gas lines and empty grocery stores. No water, power, sewer, garbage pick up... Then they learn a wee bit of empathy, but only then.

Anonymous said...

The problem with your analogy (though brilliant) is that the "other team" (the democrats) might switch the fluid used to sedate the gorilla, but that's all. As a matter of fact, plenty members of the "other team" are looking in right now to see exactly how the gorilla is sedated, so they can continue in the same vein. I wish there was the prospect of a "clearing of the air" but unless a real revolution occurs and both "teams" get tossed out, that won't happen. Elections are NOT going to set the gorilla free. Unfortunately.

eugene said...

Smelling salts and bananas here!

ELALLJL said...

I reiterate the fact that this analogy is brilliant and the most "graspable" description of the current Handbasket many are travelling in, that i have read to date. I am in awe of the way Visible encapsulates the masses of Fubar we are surrounded by into intelligently edible chunks.

I also fully empathise with annemarie. I too have my moments of despair and forsakenness, and truly who knows how we will move beyond the critical mass of the sheeple without joining those who merely blame the victims for not having their "positivity" (and ? hardened hearts) locked and loaded.

But we must not lose heart ! I suspect the Gorilla has the form of a babushka doll ... shell apon shell of "necessary" evil ... that has been stacked and unstacked for millenia on this lovely planet of "ours" ... according to the fluctuations of power and position held by those who wish to wield this evil as a tool.

When the gorilla assumes king kong proportions we know they have become organised...and when they have the wherewithall to sedate the poor chap (and further torment his frail psychopathy) we are well and truly gazumped!

But as long as we continue to see the Gorilla - that they so desperately wish to hide from us, as they utilize whatever distorted forces they can generate from its debased form - we can continue to shine a light on it's existence.

We may never be rid of its original form, and after all at that moment it is part of allthatis. But we must do our best to release the poor little chimp (and i don't mean the other chimp/puppet!) from it's shells, and then allow for the imps that had been encouraged to infest it to play their more rightful place in the spirit of things. And THEN the champs and the chumps who assisted in the creation of a monster may well have reason for pause. But perhaps the "chosen ones" and the "chess players" will find it even more perturbing.

Anonymous said...

Glad you're back. Don't let the bastards do to you what they try to do to all those they can't control.