random photos from gili islands

even the cats had strange tails in indonesia...the orange one took a liking to us.

oil, again

"In fact, the whole invasion is a war crime — indeed the supreme international crime, differing from other war crimes in that it encompasses all the evil that follows, in the terms of the Nuremberg judgment. This is among the topics that can't be discussed, in the presidential campaign or elsewhere. Why are we in Iraq? What do we owe Iraqis for destroying their country? The majority of the American people favour US withdrawal from Iraq. Do their voices matter?"  Chomsky

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witless weasels

from Adirondack Train 69 

you know, as i ride up the hudson on a train, i'm reminded of the krabi province in thailand from where i just returned.

a gentle mist half covers mountains that will grow up to be the catskills.  

as one becomes aware of the serene beauty of upstate ny, one cannot be faulted for thinking, "possibly this would best be kept secret"

it was a long trip and i am only now able to contemplate any of it...first i must rid myself of this bug infested backpack...it is like fucking kryptonite.  i'm damned scared of the thing and nyc is no place to attempt a scuttling.

...tried to do it at penn station but the cops and other, newly crowned, cop-like passengers began to look at me strangely.

in the background, ominous loudspeaker announcements were ordering the populace to watch for "suspicious luggage" and report any "unusual activity". 

...and me trying to unload this freakin backpack to the nearest trash receptacle. 

which was, as you can imagine, a metaphysical impossibility of the highest order.

a well armed, short, fat cop (of the train station security genus), stood directly behind me for 15 minutes or so, attempting menace and achieving something less.

he had many strange weapons that interested me, but i was distracted by my goddamn pack, and didn't engage him in conversation...which would have relaxed the dupe.

..."hey, what kind of taser you got there?"

"oh shit, a Nigger Killer 451 by White Bounty, how many volts"

and so on...

i missed the chance to make a friend.

i was, i must concede, obviously and suspiciously looped after being awake for 2 days. i'd been riding demonically fast mopeds, planes, monorails, buses and trains all over southeast asia and i was getting weird.  

i admit it.

now the rub.

i think we are the only "most powerful country on earth" that has ever acted in this manner (paranoid delusional)

feel free to check on this for me--

why do other nations, with more attacks and more troubles, just bravely move on.  

in thailand and malaysia and bali, threatened with ACTUAL internal terrorists, travel is trouble free...no goddamn announcements commanding you to become a government spy.

that is the thing...

and it's bugging me more than my backpack.

since returning, i notice how hare-like and witless most americans are in comparison to the poorest nations.

they are completely ill at ease, walk too fast, act like the world is revolving around their inane "cellphone" or idiotic "business" conversations...

stupid in a heartbreaking way.

in a cruel and vicious way.

possibly, i've seen this within myself and it has caused me some consternation and much loathing when i see it on a national scale.

why do we act this way and who is training us to do these things?

we must ferret out these scoundrels, these "suze ormonds" of the world, who teach us to be cruel and hate.

  

they are witless, mean weasels.

they should be shot, skinned and hung out to dry from the nearest flagpole...at half mast of course.

after all, we DO have morals.

sebastian

refined piss, carpet bombing

i'm sitting at this preposterous airport, if it can be called such.

actually it's the malaysian equivalent of biosphere 3

...or 2.  however many of those things they built.

do you know that the "scientists" drank their own piss?

it was recycled and refined, of course.  but still...piss.

refined, drinkable piss.

that was one of the smaller consequences of trying to establish a habitable, post oil boom, virtual earth.

but this fucking edifice...impressive.

and a "world's #1 airport" plastered everywhere.

"world's #1 green airport"...great stuff

i am in a hermetically sealed quasi-environment with perfect people, perfect sound and the hint of trickling water from artificial waterfalls tinkling my erogenous zones.

...like the mountain stream's dulcet tones that old moonshiners and hillbillies warble on about in their shitty, inbred, bluegrass songs.

how can i be here?

this IS disney's wet dream...

take the earth, demolish all possibility of inhabiting it, then create a perfect, idealized version of it for rich white folks to live in.

heady stuff...think scottsdale.  and think very, very hard.

honestly, it's true.

but...

i believe there is a way out of this morass.  if only the dumb, white niggers would listen.

progress...remember that word.

not maintenance...a low game invented for rubes and nut-suckers.

progess...

as in progressive-

as in forward thinking-

as in inventive-

as in creative-

initiative...not to tweak the broken system for a few more bucks.

but to initiate a healing for the last 50 years of fossil fuel driven nonsense.

power ain't free baby and life is hard in the real bush.

big fucking bugs eat you alive and snakes are about.

i've got welts all over my body right now...and a slight case of montezuma's revenge.

in thailand!!!  dear god, how can it happen?!!!!

you remember that, don't you leo?

those half-fucked nights in puerto rico or brazil where you ate something funny?

or drank some "local"  tequila with a crazy dark wench.

ahh, but i digress. 

oh yes, "real living":  this is still the same for 95% of the planet, most of who have been bombed or forced at gunpoint to bow down to the west's maniacal, oil drunk views about "economy" and "growth"

but thailand...

how have they survived with their proud culture somewhat intact?

one thai said to me  "you say to thai "raise your right hand" we raise right hand, you say "raise your left" we raise left"

shit, i guess that was the key to not becoming vietnam or cambodia.

you know, it was nixon's illegal incursions and carpet bombing of cambodia that allowed pol pot to ascend to power.

boy, that was fun...big fun.

jesus have you ever read about that stuff?

if you think i'm twisted...holy fucking shit.

i'm just a half-cocked, semi-reasonable white boy trying to survive the impending apocalypse with style.

and i won't become a goddamn chink to do it.

peace,

sebastian