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By Gundhramns Hammer
October 11, 2014
WARNING: NOT SUITABLE FOR DELICATE FOLKS!
The capital
had become too large. It was full of crap as well, more than they knew what to
do with. And they were already eating it too.
There were
too many people going up and down the streets. In the downtown area where all
of the wheeling and dealing including contraband was carried out, traffic jams
were a fucking mess.
The big bosses
in charge of sucking everyone else´s vital juice whilst seating on a
comfortable chair in a fancy office had passed the order to keep all the
vehicular traffic, chiefly heavy and light trucking, out of the streets during
the day time, according to some authorities (Haskell, 1947).
This did not
help anybody at all, for all the trucking traffic was then done at night and
residents in the business area could not fuck at ease or sleep without being
interrupted by the fucking loud noises of the trucks going back and forth with
their business to keep all businesses from stopping dead.
As a matter
of fact, after a fuck that made some folks relaxed and willing or ready to roll
to sleep or those that went straight to bed to sleep could not sleep all night
long at all.
In the
morning, those folks living in the noisy trucking business area were grouchy or
mad like hell, with their eyes bloated and red as the fires of hell.
Meanwhile,
far away in foreign lands, there were wars going on to keep all the natural
resources flowing into the capital to
keep the people´s mouths shut so they would get what they needed or did not to
continue living their own carved or imposed hell.
Since these
invading armies were battling other folks to take away what was not
their own, it was expected that sooner or later rebel forces would pop up.
This is how
pirates and guerrilla warfare came about in those lands.
Sometimes
these rebels were surreptitiously bought and manipulated by the invader forces
so that the same locals would hand in what the foreigners wanted out of the
land.
In the
capital, some of those wheeling and dealing people that had found some kind of
business to suck someone else´s blood and sweat became rich and were now quite
anxious to learn the arts and letters so that they could impress their
neighbours with boring poetry or stupid theatre plays at night.
The folks
that belonged to this rich class pushed their kids to become highly educated so
that they would never ever have to toil under the sun, digging and planting the
soil, the one priceless source that fed everyone and which had already become full
of crap and also a source of speculation for anyone who was on this side of the
fence.
Pretty soon
everyone was striving to imitate these human chupacabras.
Life for people
in the capital and its surroundings and colonies had become a complicated
network of boredom and entertainment mixed with banking, money lending, money borrowing, stealing, foreign
trading, slaving and enslaving, management of large properties, investing, phantom firming, fucking, getting
fucked, hooking and unhooking hookers, pot dealing, fighting, killing, crying, business,
black marketing, land speculating and every and anything else that had a way of
extracting money and taxes out of someone else´s pocket, with people at each
twist and turn ever getting farther and farther from the one source of everything
under the sun, Nature.
Finally, the
result of this chupacabring mess was that they had created a complex chupacabra pyramid, with the number of
chupacabras diminishing upwards, in which those who were one layer up directly
or indirectly fucked up those down and so forth until in the end at the top and
everywhere, everybody ended up fucked up, for all of their own crap ended back on their tables whenever and every time
they sat up to gobble up.
Sounds
familiar? It does, doesn´t it?
But we ain´t talking about a modern city, i.e., from the XXI
century.
No, we are
talking about the capital of a long gone, a kaput
chupacabra empire, the ancient city of Rome.
So even now,
we can see that the same old fucking thing has been disguised as a different
thing with a few monkey tricks here and there, of course, like this electronic machine
we are using to send out this post to masturbate your mind which is hard to
crack to see the world from a different angle so we all can find ways out of
our own fucking mess and anti-biospherical habits (Video 1).
Video 1. The world ocean's food chain is being polluted with plastics.
But do not
expect the folks in the government will do it for you.
With the few exceptions, usually blocked to do a damn good job by the mediocre, moron and greedy bosses sitting on top of them, generally speaking the government folks are nothing but a
bunch of greedy, snobbish, social-status seeking, paper-shuffling, stupid, moronic
and slow to react human chupacabras
who are only interested in protecting the economic interests of the money-making
biological machines who may be human, nonhuman or humanoid, the mega-chupacabras
or mega-chupopterans (Sp., chupar=to suck) on this planet, call them billionaires
or global oligarchs if you wish, who have put these bureaucrats in place to do a job bigger than
their heads so that the masses to be sucked below them have a
continuous supply of food and all kinds of crap to live long enough to be sucked
in a never ending chupacabra feast now
called “developed human society”.
The thing is
that for everyone that is caught in this endless chupacabra thing at any given time
will always look like modern to him or her when compared to the old thing.
But overall,
crap is always crap and new soon is old, old can be new and new will be old when
this old gets behind and the new steps ahead of it in an ever rolling ball
within which everyone is trapped, perhaps for someone we do not know of and who
or which might be playing with all of us like pets, to keep him/it from dying of
boredom in his or its own universe.
All in all,
for the time being, we humans are full of crap of our own making up to the neck.
We shall leave
it here for now.
Enough for
today to
make you think, smile, laugh, wonder, get bored, ponder or burning mad to say fuck you!
Anyway, thanks for
visiting with us!
See you
later alligators!!
References
Edmonds C.R.
(1856). Cicero´s Three Books of Offices, or Moral Duties. Literally translated
by Cyrus R. Edmonds. Henry G. Bohn, London, England. 342 p.
Haskell H.J.
(1947). The New Deal in Old Rome: How Government in the Ancient World Tried to Deal with Modern Problems. Alfred A. Knoff, Inc., New York, NY, USA. 256 p.+ XI.
United
Nations (2008). Human Trafficking: An Overview. United Nations Office on Drugs
and Crime, Vienna, Austria. 48 p.
