MAN (homo destructus)

Silent Spring - Rachel Carson

Bread and Circus

We are On the Brink of Doomsday

On the Brink: Doomsday Documentary

there is something wrong with the world

You've Felt It Your Entire Life

The Revelation

Owned & Operated

MAN (homo destructus)

Transhumanism is the Enemy

Transhumanism

brave new world

'Murica - fuck yeah !

"Team America: World Police"

flags

the poison planet earth

Far out in space there exists the goofiest planet in the entire universe...the square BIZARRO WORLD known as earth ! It is the home planet of the pathetic, stupid human creatures who are the bane of the galaxy. They kill each other at an ever increasing rate, they poison the air, the water and the land of their beautiful world with their pollution and trash, and they use the ocean as their toilet. They commit suicide without even knowing it. They do everything wrong, it is as if their brains are broken but if truth be told it is that they have eyes but cannot see. I do not know how long they will last.

"god's chosen people"

Occupation 101

Dead in the Water

Israel's Secret Weapon

The Hollow Men

T. S. Eliot

Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

      A penny for the Old Guy

      I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

      II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

      III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

      IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

      V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
                                Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

killing me softly fukushima

Oil spills in the gulf of mexico wasn't good enough...

now you have to irradiate the pacific ocean 

with radioactive cesium 137 from fukushima...

what's next, atomic bombs ?

how now brown cow ?

the most honest moment in television

hubris

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