Tag: Decency

by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmith@gmail.com or Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmith@gmail.com or martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Nowadays that I have plenty of time and that the air is still, get to sit quietly and I think to myself about things.

Of years gone by. Of things as they are now.

I think about myself, about the past, about the cities and the country towns, and about the decent folk and the not so decent folk.

Now that so many years have past and I am more older than younger – I think I can understand almost all of it.

The mists have cleared and I can see the various walking and talking landscapes for what they are.

It is an interesting tale. Let me explain it all in a rambunctious and round about manner.

I don’t mind being a ‘strange guy’. Strange guys (and girls) are never bored.

I’ve never wanted to ‘fit in’. Why would I? I’m not that stupid.

I don’t mind being a ‘reject’. If the bad reject then ipso facto the thing rejected is good.

I don’t mind being maligned. I know where the truth lies.

I don’t mind not having a girlfriend. Being an ‘avoidant’ makes it so (I probably am).

I don’t mind being made fun of. That’s a badge of honor, after all.

I don’t care that I was bullied in school. It’s a free life-long innoculation to mediocrity.

And I really don’t care I was bullied at work. It was a message that I was too good for the joint.

You see it’s simple.

To be hated by demons is merely the daily work of an angel. If I do say so myself.

Although I do use that term loosely of course. I’m not that bigheaded.

Yes there are too many assholes these days. But then again I’m also sure that nothing’s changed over millennia.

If I had a dollar for every asshole out there I’d seen, worked with, or went to school with,

My pockets would droop to the ground.

The trick is to know this ‘brute fact about the brutes’ you see.

The life contract you’re born into signs you up to work in the ‘asshole economy’.

To exit the ‘asshole economy’ you need to have the intelligence and wherewithal to ‘break the contract’

Yes friends and enemies – in the A.H. Economy the more you bow down to the asshole,

The more you will be rewarded with the bauble – the big circle of friends, nice car, hot wife/rich husband, house on the hill. Kids in private school, trips to Europe.

In the big cities in particular – it’s very easy to see the ‘well decorated asshole’ in their natural (unnatural) habitat.

They are all the same – as soon as they get a few ‘asshole credits’ it goes straight to their heads & they think they’re a King/Queen.

The thing is ultimately they are too stupid, to fragile ego’d to know that they got the asshole credits,

In return for their souls & their prime years on Earth.

And they all wonder to themselves as they fail to sleep while tormented in their mansions, with the following thought rolling through their minds:.

“Why the fu*k aren’t I happy? – after all I have the things…I was told this would make me happy…yet I hate my life”.

I’ll admit the devil has very good propaganda –

Assholes deep down probably don’t realize the devils swindle that was their now already sold souls.

They just went along with the ‘in crowd’ which includes the subset of the ‘ex high-school bully club’.

The poor fools don’t know that what they got in those gnarly concrete jungles is not where the ‘real game’ is.

The ‘real game’ being all that is good on Earth – Freedom, Love, Wisdom (in that order).

The trapped ones in gnarly cities don’t (at least in the executive frontal lobes) know they are the worst slaves around.

They sold themselves for silly debasing fiat currency.

They don’t even own the things they think they do.

Their house, car, wife, office job could be taken by the Gov in a split second.

(As Bukowski famously recounted to his dumbstruck fellow ‘ground down’ postal workers)

Their ‘city based ledger wealth’ is a merely a fancy illusion – a magic trick by The Great Mephistocles.

Designed to steal their lives.

Those fools didn’t know that the real wealth is Freedom, Love & Wisdom (in that order).

But perhaps I’ve been too harsh – I don’t blame them so much – you have to be bullied by them at school then the city offices.

It opens your eyes – as I said earlier – a ‘lifelong innoculation’.

Look at the animals – they know the ‘real economy’ is the stuff directly growing from the earth.

You harvest it each day – and do just what you need – then rest and sing songs around the campfire,

Tell a few risque loincloth jokes, drink some fermented berries.

This is the true wealth of the direct fruits of the earth.

So as you can tell.

I ain’t fond of concrete jungles no more,

They are ‘a land of sneers and twisted faces’.

Of course I know their are caveats to gnarley cities – we do need them for the arts, and poetry readings and basic admin.

I’m not a fanatic or a zealot – I’m not saying ‘we must nuke the gnarly cities’ – I’m just saying ‘lets consider it’.

But for me – I was lucky.

I was picked on a lot up till thirty five (in the school-prisons and the office-work-prisons).

And now post these innoculations, I just soar through the country skies plucking tasty butterflies from the air as I fly.

(Well you know I’m allowed to exaggerate for effect in the poetry game.)

So in the evening and as the sun rises in my sweet smelling country fields,

I get to think up new poems and pre-wound-diatribes to kick the ‘International Urban Assholes Bully Leagues’ of the world.

So In summary:

All their Ups are Downs,

And all our (as free men and women) Downs are Ups.

We armed with the grand trifecta of Freedom, Love and Wisdom can know it yet the ‘still blindsided’ don’t.

And if I was to wallow in crapulence I’d say:

“it’ll be great to see them burn in hell as we “The Bullied But Free Association Of The Cosmos” all eat grapes from a fluffy cloud, among other otherworldly pleasures and activities”.

And what of the accusations of ‘sour grapes’?.

That I’m being mean to the forever worshippers of concrete and fiat currency the nine to five snobby wives and overpriced reno’s?

Sometimes you gotta take the ‘free shot’ on offer and hate on the demonic system you’ve seen.

I mean yeah sure – I’m all for emanipation of the doomed’ and to try to tell them the error of their ways – sure.

But as the numbers lie, we all know that the bully from high school prisons or office prisons stays an asshole for life.

And our job as ‘Freedom Love & Wisdom seeking ex-bullied angels’ is to remind them of their folly and their highly-built-mirages.

So if you are like me and are a part of the Freedom, Love and Wisdom Army – remember to do that the next time you see their still-imprisoned-and-withered-and-worn-scrunched-up-social-climbing-grey-skinned-faces.

I mean I must admit that the prime goal of the Freedom, Love & Wisdom Army’ is to break everyone out of the mega-concrete -jails.

But there’s no harm while on this long-term-journey always to occaisionly mockingly thank them too.

Say this:

“Hey asshole who bullied me in the school and office concrete jungles – thanks for giving me the antidote to your shitty enslaved life…:……..You have a goooood day know ya hear”

But when you do this, don’t forget to walk away nonchalantly with head held high….

….And also remember once you’re safely fifty meters away to add on this ‘holler back caveat’…

“Hey asshole I forgot to say I still really hope you can find some anti-asshole cream – ok?”

You never know once in a while they will turn around and say

“But fine country fellow where to I find said anti-asshole cream?”

Then you’ll know you’ve just broken a former asshole out of a Mephisto’s concrete jailscape and reply.

“Well my now good fellow whose face is turning from scrunched-grey to blossom- pink , find it at all good country stores – look for the sign that says”

“The Freedom, Love and Wisdom Store”

and the sign on the window pane that says:

“Ex Concrete Jungle Career Assholes Welcome”.

And the shop display that says

“Anti Asshole Cream – Spread Liberally To The Affected Area & Banish Your Hemorrhoidal City Demons Forever”.

And when the said ‘urban grey’ then says:

“My god you’ve given me an epiphany! I’m changing my asshole ways this instant and I’m heading to the country to find said anti-asshole cream and towards enlightenment”

Then I/you will be fully entitled to dance a jig, for being infinitely happy that the world became just a little less ass-holy.

After all much stranger things have happened than de-urbanization, namely urbanization into mega cities itself.

The country loving-pseudo-genius and also-not-an asshole (but then I am biased) has spoken.

Now share the word & the anti-asshole cream to all megacities and to all grey scrunched faces throughout the Earthly realm.

P.s. To the question: if they all move at once won’t they just turn the country towns into asshole dystopian mega cities and so defeat the de-industrialization plan? Well this is a great question – to answer: we will spread them widely enough to dampen this effect and also create new many new small country towns to absorb the reformed urban asshole entirely.