Monday, October 30, 2006

Why is Karl Rove Smiling?

In a fairer world, where opportunity is constant and honest effort not compromised by the necessities of deceit and deal-making for advancement, a man like Karl Rove would not be smiling. A man like Karl Rove would be out of a job. Karl Rove exists because the collective dishonesty, fear and confusion of the human race have given him the tools to apply the Karl Rove formula successfully on behalf of himself and his clients.

Of course, the Karl Rove formula would not have nearly so great an impact if it did not directly benefit that portion of the world whose main intent is profit and control. This is a club of individuals. If it is a conspiracy it is a conspiracy after the fact. Quite naturally, people of a certain temperament and intent are brought together by common interest and condition. Homeless people recognize each other. Junkies recognize each other. Whores and John’s recognize each other. Criminal and spiritually minded folk encounter each other in the course of their movements. There’s a certain magnetism that exists in life. You can deny it but that doesn’t affect it.

The rich and the powerful, the ambitious and acquisitive, all gravitate to a common feeding ground. They play in the same recreation zones. They shit where they like. I call them, ‘the big dogs in the yard’

One thing everyone should realize, in order to avoid dangerous encounters and to have a pre-cognitive awareness of the events that ebb and flow like ocean tides; micro-cosmically and macro-cosmically, is that there are those among us who are not human. They wear a human mask. They walk and dress and talk like humans but they are not human. You need to know this. Power and wealth does not confer virtue. Celebrity is not indicative of intelligence or insight. Connections are not a determination of anyone’s intrinsic value.

When a people are deceived there is not much you can do for them. Events must run their course. People must suffer to learn. If they refuse to be attentive to begin with they ‘will be’ informed of the value of attentiveness after the fact.

Many of you are caught in circumstance. You have families and jobs. You have responsibilities. You have to weigh the degree to which you will allow your conscience and your honor to exist based on the possible cost to what you value. Some few have cut all connection to anything but the truth. For everyone else, the truth is an enormous and unaffordable inconvenience. It is into this space between what you have and what it means to you that Karl Rove operates.

Karl Rove fixes things for big dogs. Karl Rove is not a big dog. You may think he is a big dog but he is not. He facilitates events and conditions in the lives of small dogs in order to benefit the desires of big dogs. Big dogs are not human beings. They are not even dogs. I use that image for the sake of argument. The needs of human beings are not the same needs as those of big dogs. The needs of human beings are of no importance to big dogs. Human beings exist for big dogs for the same reason that cows exist for ranchers. As simple as that seems it is the whole of the dynamic.

It is the hope of human beings that things will not become unbearable. They hope that they will be allowed to go about their business and their lives and enjoy some part of it. Sometimes this is so and sometimes it isn’t. This particular time is not a good one for human beings; especially for human beings trapped in circumstance.

Why is Karl Rove smiling? Why do your leaders seem so certain of things in direct conflict with appearances to the contrary? They are big dogs. They do not have to abide by the rules that you assume to be in force. These rules are only in force in appearance. In practice they are in force until the big dogs decide to alter them to their needs. It has always been so.

The only way to get the big dogs attention is to realize that any one handful of small dogs can tear a big dog to pieces. There are far more than a handful of small dogs for every big dog. There are so many small dogs that most of them would never even get close to the action if it were to start to happen. Sometimes a revolution is the only way out. It becomes the only way out when the other agencies that were available to the small dogs have been nullified or compromised. When you cannot vote, you must rebel. You may not want to but you have to. The space you inhabit will get more crowded, more small, more lacking in amenities and finally so absent of oxygen that you cannot even breathe. This is how it goes.

Karl Rove and the other dogs are not going to be struck down on the road to Damascus and rise up in joyful epiphany. They are going to enslave you, hook you up to milking machines and herd you through the Judas Gate on to the killing floor. They are going to do this in concert with a number of small dogs who have taken their place in the schematic due to self-interest and survival.

Today you find yourself at a point in history. One could say that you would always find yourself at a point in history; some are more bearable than others. Some offer more hope. The world is not a perfect place but there is often enough balance to allow you to breathe and to grow and to survive in a relative harmony within the imperfections. Sometimes you can make your choices and rely upon the archetypes and intangibles to support what is collectively defined as good and decent.

When extremists and that which is not human have grasped the controls of the world there is, sadly, only one option. That option is revolution. Revolution is never pleasant but sometimes it is necessary. Sometimes a sacrifice is demanded so that all you have worked for and believed in will not be lost. Sometimes you have no choice.

There are two kinds of revolutions, violent and non-violent. History has shown that neither of these is pristine. They each will contain elements of the other. In a non-violent revolution, especially in a materialistic culture, it is enough for a majority of the citizens to refuse to show up; to just stop contributing. The world of the big dogs will grind to a halt if the small dogs don’t show up, if the small dogs just sit down. You will never get the big dogs to agree to make the world a fair and human place but you can ‘compel’ them to adjust the scales. You can force their hand. You can do this.

If Karl Rove is still smiling on November 8th then you know what happened. You should be in no doubt of it and you should just collectively agree to stop. I know that it might be tough for awhile. I know that you might have to tighten your belt. However, your relative potential for suffering in respect of this will not hold a candle to what many have suffered for the same thing in the past.

If you cannot collectively force the big dogs to make big adjustments then you are deserving of your fate. You will deserve what follows. If some honor and conscience remains in you, should events not turn out fortunate for you, then it is your duty and it is your only option to wipe that smile off of Karl Rove’s face and off of the faces of the big dogs that he serves. Whatever it takes, that is what you must do. The alternative is quite simply, unacceptable.

18 comments:

postrchild said...

Boy les....starting to sound like V.

Dan said...

Every dog has it's day.

sol kashberg said...

Two hundred years from now,
some figure, equal to Nietzsche,
will declare the Holocaust is dead.
People will be ashamed their
ancestors were so easy to deceive,
that they carried this idea in
their collective head without
once thinking,
'yes, but what if cyanide turns you
red?'

Anonymous said...

I've said this before Les, and I'll say it again, now, - Visible, You Shine.
Thankyou.
Tony

amj said...

Les,

This piece is fantastic. Thanks.

Silly Les, Rovers don't smile. Like most dirty dogs he can only grin; they can only muster licentious grins. That's the closest, most reasonable facsimile they can ever manage. Smiles are different. Genuine. There's light in them. [I know that you know... Just sayin.]

This is also what came to mind whilst reading:

Do you recall that big musical performance (emphasis on performance) last year called Live 8?

Live 8 as in G-8? Hmm...

I recall one particular photo from that event. It was an image of some group performing on stage. There was an electronic banner moving overhead, above the band. In that still image, in that photo, captured for posterity (!!!) were these words:

1 Billion People Live On...

It made me jump in my seat! Creepy, ominous message. Only 1 Billion of people get to live on???wtf!!!

When I posted that observation on a couple of forums, I was mocked for being alarmist or something. Someone told me that it was merely an incomplete sentence/phrase, into which I was reading too much. That the full phrase was actually "1 Billion People Live On Less Than $1 A Day".

Well, I have no argument with the context and its inherent message. Still, I know what I read, and what it means. And, some time later I researched where the Millions of $$$$ from Live 8 went. What did I find? That little-to-none of those $$$$ went to Africa or needy Africans. Instead millions went into the already bloated coffers of the elite Prince's Trust (Prince Charles) in England, a trust for which Bobby Geldolf, Knight of the British Empire! works/worked. Isn't that special. Good old Bobby G. What a nice guy ;)

---How much Geldolf personally gives to charity isn't known. But his personal wealth's been estimated (2001, by Broadcast magazine) at £30 million.

He was/is entangled in a legal battle with bandmembers from the Boomtown Rats, they've accused Geldolf of withholding substantial profits from BR's recordings.----

And there was much reported controversy before and after the Live 8 event, particularly where exactly the money was going, but the controversy was buried by the July 7 bombings in London. Convenient, huh.

Funny how that happened in the States too. Remember the missing trillions from the Pentagon, which were announced as missing on September 10, 2001? Coincidences? Sure, if you believe in those.

Ah yes, the countless "mysteries" of money, power, and politics. Not!

Moral?

The Bonos, Geldolfs, Rovers, et al... forever tossing the little doggies the barest of bones. The hungry little doggies are ever so grateful for the scraps, and ever so indebted to the big dogs. Many longing to be big dogs, so they can have "their day", and lord it over the other little doggies. So few, so very few ever realizing that we, none of us have to behave like dogs. It's all so simple, that even a child could see that dog spelled backwards is god.

So dear Les, thank you for this one too. It does sound like you're winding up, getting ready to make an exit. Man, do you know how to make an exit! Can you hear me applauding you from wayyyyyy over here?

Right on, write on, annemarie

Anonymous said...

It is difficult for me to find the right superlatives for your steadily increasing ability with words and ideas. I've run out of both. They are going to be reading you for a long time after you do become less visible. Someone said you are sounding like V. That's a good thing. We need V now. We need Zorro and the Cisco Kid and all the rest. You've made my day once again.

Erin

Anonymous said...

Your use of words is as brilliant, as ever, Visible. I wonder, though, with your grasp of global geopolitics why you continue to attach any importance whatsoever to Nov. 7. It should be evident by now that it doesn't matter who "wins" on that day, Rove and his ilk will still be smiling. In other words, the victory is in the bag no matter what party is supposedly in control of either of the two useless chambers of CONgress. The dimocrats will follow the the program as its been already laid down. They won't deviate from it, but will attempt to put a friendlier face on it. "It" being the war to gain control over the remaining energy resources (oil). So, in short Nov. 7 will have no more significance than Oct. 21 or April 3. The program will go forward, no matter what.

Anonymous said...

"recognition"... this concept reminds me of a book I read several years back (one of my all-time favs) "Holographic Universe". Who we are, our truest intentions create a magnetic pattern that draws similar to us. (roughly)

I love your analysis of Rove. That space in which he operates, that's tricky. I wonder every day how many struggle with knowing about this space. I wouldn't have put in your words, but I know the feeling.

No-show revolution. I like it.

JoeC said...

You know...so what? If the Dems win, everybody will declare victory, but the corporate world will just switch parties and will start buying them off, too.
You're right, the big dogs are in charge, and 100 is the average IQ of the people they are manipulating, so I don't think we'll ever see them overthrown for long--maybe for a century or so, like 1776-1860, but it will always ebb corrupt again, because, as Benjamin Franklin knew, nobody can keep it.
So, we really can't ever defeat the big dogs (even if we defeat them, they get replaced by big dogs waiting in line), but that doesn't mean we can't sit back and throw tomatoes at them. And, if you really focus on enjoying the moment, throwing a tomato and seeing it splatter right on target, even if it doesn't change anything, is one of the most soul-satisfying experiences in town:
http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/2006/10/30/a-day-with-joe-lieberman/
Keep throwing tomatoes!

Vinnie Boom Batz said...

The skyline of New York

East Side, West Side,
all around the town.
To heck with three thousand people,
Time to bring three Towers down.
Let's have a war on terror,
Let's go pop Ol' Saddam's cork!
To consolidate all the power,
a Reichstag fire in New York.

East Side, West Side,
all around the town,
The streets are full of asbestos
from the buildings on the ground.
George is in Sarasota
A goat tale reading world class dork.
The Secret Service ain't worried
'cause the target was New York

East Side, West Side,
all around the town.
Silverstien planted the charges
Dov's remote planes flew around
Cheney stopped the Air Force
to get Halliburton their pork
We know your plan worked fantastic
on the skyline of New York.

Anonymous said...

I knew your solution was not to vote Democrat.

Yes, you do sound like V, and I love it.

More!

cat said...

Like the battered child in a dysfunctional family, I keep hoping things will get better.

They won't.

I have to decide - fight or run.


The smart Germans left years before the ovens fired up. The heroes stayed and killed nazis. I've got my guns, but I'm also just a few short hours from Canada...

---

Another excellent essay, Les. Have you ever done anything just so-so? You amaze me.

Anonymous said...

Cat said:
"I've got my guns, but I'm also just a few short hours from Canada..."

I wish Canada was still an option!

Visit:
www.George-W-Harper.com

Anonymous said...

Great words V as always.
Rove is grinning because he knows what’s going to happen soon. His master’s voice told him to prepare the next staged event. It’s the calm before the big storm. He knows the big dogs always win. They control the yard. A general strike would be the most effective way to wipe the grin of his face. But that’s just too much to expect from the brainwashed little dogs.

i on the ball patriot said...

The big dog's don't always win. Lot's of times they get the shit kicked out of them. Ask Hitler, Mussolini, etc., and a whole line of 'big dogs' who were ground under the feet of those they fucked over.

I agree with the why wait till the seventh comment.
No magic on that day. The magic starts right now.

Send a letter to your supervisor of elections and tell them what a sell out dick head that they are, and that you demand hand counted paper ballots, and that you are going to boycott the big scam until its made honest.

No balls! No brains! No freedom!
Get moving!
Now!

Anonymous said...

I fled the US after the 2004 fake election. As a middle aged woman, I was not up to to becoming a revolutionary guerilla warrior. But that doesn't explain why young US men are so docile now. The only recent news item that has made sense to me is the article about men's testerone levels falling. Maybe the US is a nation of eunuchs? They would rather live on their knees than die on their feet.

Anonymous said...

Dear Mister Visible,
I don't normally indulge in this sort of thing, sir, however I felt as Sollie keeps going on about your 'blog' I felt it my duty to inform you of your future role in our society.
Imagine, labour that doesn't cost an arm and a leg, Mister Visible. As Sollie would say, how wonderful.

You see, we've been working on this for a while.
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Shalom
Signed
Rabbi Ezekiel Hashem (Dip. All Things Kosher – Jerusalem University)

Anonymous said...

Sorry about the link Visible.
You can put this up again or not.
It's just that it's interesting; they've been organising this for a while, haven't they?
Tony
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Dear Mister Visible,
I don't normally indulge in this sort of thing, sir, however I felt as Sollie keeps going on about your 'blog' I felt it my duty to inform you of your future role in our society.
Imagine, labour that doesn't cost an arm and a leg, Mister Visible, how wonderful.
You see, we've been working on this for a while.

(Requires Adobe Reader)
Shalom
Signed
Rabbi Ezekiel Hashem (Dip. All Things Kosher – Jerusalem University)