“Deadly De-Facto’s” (A Poem)

by Anton MartinSmith antonmartinsmithwrites@gmail.com

They are not ‘chilling’ at all..

They are avoiding life itself.

By avoiding all chances of pain,

They also killed the oasis’ of creativity,

That the world delivers only haphazardly.

They murdered their ‘pals of camaraderie’ –

Most of who existed but were never summoned.

For how does a life become a-life-worthwhile?

Interestingly their pain simply compounded anyway.

At least the smarter ones involved at least knew to drink –

For if a fool’s errand doth live – then let it raise a glass to itself.

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Special Post: “To the Denizens of the Very Big Cities of Earth” (An Open letter/Prose)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Dear Denizens of the various ‘Very Big Cities’ of planet Earth,

I would like to convey some home truths, not to taunt but to educate &, if i am lucky, put some wind beneath some weary & mottled wings.

I shall get right into it.

Living & working in A ‘Very Big City’ teaches you to embrace a culture of high consumption, materialism & disposability in your life & so also your relationships.

The denizens of the Very Big City suffer from “slowly boiled alive frog syndrome”.

The environment is so toxic yet so normalised, ever present, yet also invisible to the denizens’ hacked eyes.

If you the ‘Very Big City denizen’ don’t recognise this, then you can’t combat the effect.

This is also very profitable for the Corporations – & that’s no coincidence.

The whole reason for a ‘Very Big City’ to exist – is to provide a good return on capital & return on labour employed to the Capitalist.

If you are an employee in a Very Big City who has to go to work to survive – & that’s ninety percent of the population in these cities – & you don’t recognise the true reason a Very Big City exists, then you can’t ever save your soul – then so you will be miserable.

It is as sure as an apple falling from a true under the Gravitational Force.

There’s no avoiding it, even if you have a so called big salary.

Big salary jobs were created by Capitalists of the ‘Very Big City’ to fool employees to selling their time & energy at a highly amplified rate.

The trick played by the Big City Capitalists on the upwardly striving wage-slave is that they think that they can rise up the social ladder, slowly shed their misery on the way up, & be blinded to their in truth amplified wage-slave reality.

As planned by the Capitalist Oligarchs of the Very Big City, the upwardly striving wage-slave never finds the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

The trick works perfectly, as once the amplified wage-slave reaches the top, but is still not a bona-fide capitalist, they will do anything to hide their retained if not also amplified misery.

If they let out the truth out of their retained & probably amplified misery, this now amplified wage-slave couldn’t handle the blow to their fragile egos.

This is why so many so called ‘successful’ people in the ‘very big city’ do themselves in, & die by their own hands – they can’t handle the reality, the now mountainous level of pain & anguish, the swindle they let themselves be so easily fooled by.

Big Cities are for Capitalists & people who aren’t Capitalists but aren’t so blind to not know it, & so keep a part of their soul for themselves. Everyone other than that has allowed their soul to be stolen by that ‘Very Big City’.

Often it’s not there fault, that they allowed their soul to be stolen by the ‘Very Big City’ – some did recognise it, but all too late. When they realised they were actually digging a grave & not a life, they were too deep to escape it. From that point you either end it all or you go insane, & agree to keep doing the same thing expecting a different result. So they just kept digging their own graves.

Others escape to the country late in life – but by then the damage is done, the quartz of dispair has become chrystalised. As they say you always take the weather with you. You must leave the Very Big City relatively early, before it is too late.

The overarching reason why all the denzens of Very Big Cities of the world are almost all zombified, cognitive dissonance, Einsteinian version insane, learned helplessness type slowly boiled-alive frogs?

Human beings tend get to comfortable with very uncomfortable conditions, so long as they are highly predictable.

So the real antidote to becoming just another empty shelled garden variety victim of the ‘Very Big City’ is this:

Know thy self, Know thy surroundings, know thy species.

If you know that, preferably earlier than later in life, you will know thy can still escape the real-life Gotham Cities that are, just like the upwardly striving wage-slave, amplifying their misery throughout the world.

Now pledge to never allow them to take all of your whole soul…ever!

Good luck, you are worth it.

P.S. To the few Capitalists & Companies of the V.B.C.’s who are on the side of good – keep battling & your commitment to your workers well-being as well as profits helps massively in the war…for is it not a war we are in – a war for a (wo)mans mind, time & energy?

M.A.S 25/05/2025

Hi there, it is me again…..

I have written some more on the subject, of the same theme – so I will add it here:

….If you try to look for life amongst the dead, you will always end up 100% disappointed, for life cannot flourish in locations where death holds the reigns.

This is why all of the “successful” people that the media dishes up to you are morbidly unhappy, & it shows on their faces. their sunken eyes with vibrancy that has disappeared many decades ago, they look twenty years older than they should.

The modern economy is actually a Death Cult – people who worship death the most in this system are rewarded, or should I say thrown more crumbs by the grim reaper of the The Economy. They are given more paper promise money. But the currency & all its cultural trimmings – banality, lack of creativity, snobbishness etc is only fully valid & redeemable within the death camps – the Big Cities.

Life can only flourish outside the death camps, in the villages & the country, where the death camp currency holds less sway, & life community, happiness, & health can dominate. True Evil must always not only hide this fact – it must reverse & invert it.

So, the mouthpieces of death – The electronic screens, the bosses, the landlords & the owners, the girlfriends, the wives must always work to denigrate the small towns, villages & the countryside, & pump up the paper money urban globe-trotting billionaire with the demon-like face.

To gain traction in the Big City you must all swear an oath to join the army of the soulless. So, that you become a body with no life, a machine with no individual will of your own. A thing that swallows the empty platitudes that dominate the cityscape. The correct instructions & programming that that you were born with – i.e. the contours of Life itself has now gone – that is to say – you have renounced Life itself, & replaced it with Death.

With that accomplishment done, Evil can now ply its trade in full upon you. That way people will see bad as good & good as bad. Then they will voluntarily enter the death camps looking for salvation, well-being & happiness from a cult & camp of death itself.

Brainwashed & re-programmed out of knowing what Life itself is & what it means, they now unwittingly plea to the gateholders of death for a chance to die. When an agent of Death supplies the wish, you have a fleeting sense of joy that feels real. You have been given your chance to move up the social ladder that is a total illusion, based on manufactured false scarcity.

They pray & worship the grimmest of reapers that have the run of those urban un-living nightmares called ‘Big Cities’. They are then given a gravestone to carry around with them – a Corporate Job in the Big City.

Armed with this Job there is nothing left to do but die. And that is what people in their millions & now perhaps billions do. The Evil has succeeded in destroying the Life that you used to have. And you gave it away easily.

But you don’t need to.

So, you can leave the Corporate Job & the Big City. You can start to get Life itself back. Or you can stay in the Big City & preach about what it actually is – a Death Cult, far more insidious that Auschwitz could have ever hoped to be. Point out to the infected that they have been made to think down is up & good is bad, bad is good. The reception will be more than bad – but if one soul is saved then your mission is accomplished. For if this happens, the saved person will save another, then soon it is only a matter of time before the lies are all noticed & the Death Camp, The Death Cult, The Death Economy, The Death Gatekeepers, The Corporate Death Jobs, & The Big City completely folds.

Why not help that Big City meet its True & final destiny a little faster than it otherwise would have? Or you can continue to blindly serve in the ranks of the Evil army of the walking dead.

M.A.S. 30/05/2025

“Henpecked” (A Poem)

By Martin Anton Smith

If you have to ask permission from another adult,

They are either your parent, babysitter, teacher, jailer, or boss.

There are no exceptions, it applies to everyone at all times.

Let this become your credo.

Your window to reality at all times of life –

your ability to see yourself.

After all, to be henpecked or rooster-pecked for that matter,

Is surely a date with death.

It’s not nice to watch from afar either.

“Smoke, Mirrors & Bad Medicine: The ‘Internal Logic’ That Don’t Make Sense- ” (An Essay)

by Martin Anton Smith

Ok I’m writing this introduction after I’ve already written the body of the essay below. For some reason, I started writing about this thing called “internal logic”. And I might be re-defining the term. I don’t know why I chose this topic – this is the beauty of writing – the words seem to just fall out of the sky. I know that’s cliche – but it is true of the best writing that can be done (or any creative endeavor I guess).

I’m sure the reason is that all that is happening (words/ideas flowing from seemingly nowhere) is that your subconscious has been working on an interesting…let’s call it a ‘proto- thought’…& when your subconscious deems it’s done the neccessary & wants to give birth to the idea to the world – it spews it forward into your executive functioning ‘outside world’ orientated brain – & hopefully onto a page or screen.

[Sidebar: *Psshht* that’s the sound of me opening a beer as I proof read this finished essay. A drink makes all this easier – as does music – I’m listening to ‘Mother Love Bone’ the short lived Seatle grunge/rock fusion band. The lead singer Andy Wood was an amazing talent who tragically had too many drugs – a typically sad rock cliche, but at least in terms of music, one very good if not great album was produced. And on that matter: ‘Escaping’ via easily available illegal drugs is folly – the fact they are so readilly available suggests this is actually a very conformist way to act. if he’d lived longer Andy Wood may have twigged that in an mostly un-free world (like the big music biz), you can’t escape by conforming. This is why when you think about it, all those ‘tragic’ cliche celebrity deaths are semi-planned by the industry & wider culture itself. After all – more records are sold that way. – M.S.]

Anyway I don’t want to get stuck on the mysteries of the ‘writing process’ too much here. It’s not that kind of an essay. So back to the subject matter – ‘internal logic’.

So what I will be talking about with the concept of internal logic, is about how no matter how mad something can be – let’s say the classic example of an organisation bound by paperwork (or nowadays emails & computer word files) & bureacracy. Given that these places essentially exist in what in truth is really a ‘simulated reality’, they can get very irrational. Anything grounded in the real connot go off script too much – that’s impossible by definition. This is more easily noticed by someone who is more connected, or more correctly, wedded to reality by nature of their profession – say a brick layer or a carpenter.

[Sidebar: I’m still proof reading & here is another extra thought: Another more gruesome example of the concept is that of how the Nazi’s increased their efforts – that is their scarce resources – in the extermination of the Jews in the concentration camps. This seems strange given that after 1943 Germany was losing the war, which was now being fought on multiple fronts. Logic said that given Germany wanted to win the war – it would have been wiser to either use the Jews to help the war effort – such as produce weapons in factories etc. But the reality was that to do this Hitler would have been defying his own internal logic. Hitlers ‘prime aim’ was to kill as many Jews as possible – not to win the World War.

I think Hitler knew deep down that he would not win the War from the moment it was declared. . .& as such the main aim was & would always be the extermination of as many Jews as possible in as small amount of time. Thus Hitler’s internal logic was not contridicted at all, even though he diverted core war resources from the front in doing so.

Personally, I don’t think Hitler ever really thought he would win that war, so the gruesome actions I’ve discussed were likely simply his internally logical cold, cost benefit analysis. Yes Evil is real, & Hitler was so evil it makes you think theres a good chance what happened was a supernatural phenomenon. To me it’s almost like how could it not be? – M.S.]

Someone who has a job that is moving & transforming real things can’t by neccessity engage in the madness of the bureau. An builder can’t for example say to the investors “Building has become far too masculine since Ramses the Great, & as such I’m building this 100 floor skyscraper purely out of co-joined daiseys”. But a bureaucrat can entertain the same kind of folly & not only get away with it, but be given a knight or damehood or any number of financial & non financial accolades. They do this by sleight of hand, sophistry & chicanery – of all the different classes bureaucrats, it is naturally the Politicians (govt. & NGO’s) & Mega Corporation CEO’s & their major shareholders (For they are by neccessity, Politicians as well) that are the best at this.

I could list any number of examples of these types – but let’s just list a few (& I have knick-name-ised them to beat the censors, as you do in wartime) names from the post 2020-2022 era: Dr Slouchi – Bill Doors – Jacinda Hardened – Justin Un-Trudeau- Klaus SS Schwab. For these types & their like are our modern comic-book villains who have become all too real. These real-life-comic-villains all got lauded for their total madness, & wrongheadedness & civic destruction edicts.

But why were they so lauded? Well, it was an example of the monster of internal logic. The system that was in place, bolstered by a bought & paid band of crony journalist army had a theoretical framework that had a certain internal logic to it. The internal logic was this false premise:

That thing they created in the lab to combat that thing that was also almost certainly also created in a gain-of-function research lab, was a not a dud & actually worked.

Once they had a commitment to believing this falsity – they built a whole house of cards around propping it up – including lockdowns & attacking free speech. The gang had its own internal logic that informed all the stupid democracy & ecomonically destructive eddicts, no matter how bad things became. As I eluded to with the Bricklayer/Carpenter reference – If viruses were actually as big as marbles, we would be able to see exactly what was happening, & all the wild ideas would never have been able to be foistered by the Politicians onto the mases – they’d be laughed at as much as the builder was who told his investors that he wanted to build a skyscraper made entirely from co-joined daisees.

Internal logic is a funny thing – if you let yourself get too wrapped up in it, pretty soon you too will brainwash yourself into thinking you’re not working in a madhouse. . . & once you’ve crossed that rubicon, that’s when they’ve really got you by the balls. . .pretty soon you’ll even convince yourself if you climb the next rung of the corporate or governmental ladder this time will be different from all the others this time you’ll be happy. Look at the faces of these people that hold these beliefs – they are not happy, & they get much more unhappy & mean looking with age.

These things I talk of have happened a few billion times since the dawn of man – yes there is indeed nothing new under the sun. Everything nowadays just has different veneer painted over it.

Yes, once in the grips of internal logic, pretty soon you’ll be married to a prick, or a bitch, pay forty percent income tax & have a massive mortgage, have assholes for friends & forever be hanging out for the weekend, or your measly two, three, or if your lucky – a massive four weeks holiday. This is just garden variety stuff – we who are lucky enough to have eyes to see, see it everywhere.

Shackled with the high fever of internal logic – you see a mirage of security, yet in truth the generals rank of internal logic global military could fire you tomorrow, in the next few hours, or even in less than three second’s time.

Spend enough time around the Black Widow that spins the web called internal logic, and so they’ve bought your soul. Worse – you’ve agreed to willingly sell it. Then with your weak-to-none defences down, she’s got you straitjacketed in her web. She’s about to sink her fangs into you. She won’t do you a favour & end it all quickly….oh no no no no! – She’ll take a sip of you every night for eternity. You snooze you lose – that’s just the way it goes.

The demons of internal logic will own your very being freehold until someone who saves schmucks like you shows pity on your sorry ass & rips up that life-contract on your behalf.

Yes sir-ee internal logic is the biggest trick of the madhouse. Don’t fall for it before it’s too late. Those slimey guys selling you the internal logic of the madhouse sell billions of souls for a dime a pop. Aren’t you, glorious you worth more than a dime? Even a total asshole is worth a lot more than that, and even then they’d bargain for it.

Internal logic it’s out there hiding in plain sight, convincing everybody it doesn’t exist. This is why people in madhouses & in offices both think they’re sane, despite the madness that surrounds them. At least the literal madhouse kind is more honest, with a higher chance you’ll one day get out – after all madhouses at least all have limited capacities.

It goes without saying that most people will hate to hear these words – they like to pretend that their lives aren’t totally fucked up beyond remit. They’ll get worked up about a tiny stain on a carpet, but for something like sellign their soul to a modern shyster-demon-in-a-suit, they’ll happily look the other way.

And so I leave you with this witty rejoinder which is a twist on an old theme:

People – can’t live with ’em, can’t build a time machine & hand victory to the plucky pragmatic Neanderthals.

But in closing I’ll let in on a little secret that I alluded to earlier: I’m really an optimist. I actually truly believe someone great will break you outa this mess. Call it a hunch. This belief defies logic. I won’t say I feel it to be true – for this will imply I’m an emotion flake. It’s more correct for me to say this:

I envisage this to be true.

So as Chevy Chase once said to his family in that classic 1980’s Xmas movie (that I forget the title to – was it National Lampoons Xmas Vacation?):

“Were gonna be the happiest bunch of assholes that ever lived!

Well at the very least, a few of us might just be.

Ok so at the end of my intro – I said I’d be back for some closing remarks – so here I am. I guess this is a good chance to say why do I think I wrote this? Some (I hope) will call it Revolutionary Writing. Thomas Paine eat your heart out! Well yes these words did just fall out of the sky, like the rain droplets of a sun shower while on an afternoon stroll – BUT to make more concrete guesses , I might say that at my advanced age of forty-six, I’m more interested in Truth, spelt with a capital T.

Perhaps this is just a run-of-the-mill middle age intellectual orientation – but I’m not sure exactly how run-of-the-mill that actually is? Might it not be that most middle aged & above have hemmed themselves into their internal logic of a ‘on paper well organised life’?

If the truth of the madness actually jumped off the paper & into real life – this could lead to a total psycological melt-down. The madness of this kind of life which has been buried in their psyce so heavilly, bolstered by that particulal life’s internal logic system, surely has to stay till death for most people afflicted by the ailment. If all the Truth finally came out like a Yellowstone geyser into the conscious brain It would conjure an epiphany that they’d wasted their best years on a total mirage.

Lets call a spade a spade: Does not the worst of the “Corporate world” – i.e. the “Mega Corporations” rely on the repression of the Truth via the propaganda that is the phenomena of internal logic? Which has particularly taken over the prior world since the 1970s. Priorly the situation was that marked by genuine competition of the millions of small to medium companies. I mean – why else would someone waste their lives creating the unholy, unhalthy crap that is produced by mega corporates?

Basically it’s all about Stockholm Syndrome. Someone working for a Mega-Corporate (or a Monopoly like that thing we call the ‘Government’) or a smaller company that thinks like a Mega Corporate has Stockholm Syndrome – they’ve fallen in love with their captors. The words someone says while living under this ailment are the epitets of what I’m calling internal logic – which is at base just the cultural programming of the captor. The aim is so that the victim doesn’t even know they are held captive, thus they won’t want to actually escape. Then the piramid scheme economy that is created & run by the Mega Corporates stays intact & ideally thrives.

I’ll end with this classic Bukowski quote – which descibes what I’ve been taking about perfectly:

“People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.”

― Charles Bukowski

Bukowski was dead right – & the reason no one breaks out of the situation is becasue of the brainwashing that is internal logic as evidenced when the Stocholm Syndrome sufferer says things like “If I work another five years here at this Mega Corporation, I’ll be able to earn X, then I’ll be able to live in Suburb Y, then I’ll be able to hang out with the ‘in crowd’, Z”. When someone says or thinks that, they’ve invariably sacrificed their entire lives to a scammer, as Bukowski astutely summarised in his quote.

So if you ever catch yourself talking like that – you’ll know that you are a prisoner spiting the empty platitudes, which is the embodiment of the internal logic or the programming – of the pirimid scheme that is run for & by the mega corporation economy. Once you realise that you have become a zombie to these crooks – now your first priority is the need to work on breaking free from your captors – to massively understate it – they are not your friends. Don’t ever let yourself demand your own imprisonment again.

For that is why we have the world we have in 2024, most people havent broken free of their captors.

I hope a few people who read this end up being free from their captors.

If you can read it – then we still have that slowly-becoming-extinct thing called free speech. If we don’t wisen up, perhaps in ten years no one will be able to talk or even think about anything freely or independantly. Free speech & thought could be gone forever. Orwells vision of the dystopian future in the book called 1984 (read it while you can) – will have been fully implementated into society.

We’ll know we have collectively broken free of our slavery when the Mega Corporations are no longer running the earth-prison usually just lazily called the “economy”. There will be a lot less badly made useless, easily broken, unhealthy crap on offer. You’ll see a lot more smaller, often owner operated companies pop up, & they won’t be killed off by a mega corporate within a couple of years. Depression & anxiety will plummet, and no one will be chugging those poisonous, mind & body destroying Big-Pharma pills.

[P.s. Like the famous ‘post quantum selection experiment’, I can feel the Patriots of the distant future read these words. This would mean we were ultimately victorious in our efforts. Perhaps I’ll meet a time traveller from the future, disguised badly as someone from my timeline? Or am I just like Corporal Jones in that great Brit comedy of yesteryear called ‘Dad’s Army’ – once again delving into the realms of fantasy. Maybe. Maybe not?.]

The End

Saint Joe The Neuro-Typical (A Poem + Features on Ep 44 of Podcast).

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com @mrschmitzo

Joe The Neuro-Typical He/Got Caught Up In A Drag

Young Man He Lost His Life/In A Lounge -Room War, Yes

Wrote A Check…Got a wife /Got A Job’N’Mortgage…

Yes-Dear-No-Dear/Now Can I Have A Beer?

No Sir, Bad Deal/Now Where’s my Weekends?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That


Joe Neuro-Typical/Got Himself Some Kids…

Now He’s Done &Done/ His Life Has Hit The Skids

His Wifes had Seven /& She Wants Seven More

Yes Dear No Dear/Can I Ring A Friend Dear?

No Sir, Bad Deal/Where’s My Motorbike?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That


Yeah Joe The Neuro-Typical , His Kids – Have All Left Home

Now He’s Ninety-Five /All His Times-a-Gone-Burger

He Had Plans To Play Guitar/But he Can’t Move His FingerHands

Yes Dear, No Dear/ What-d’-ya-want a Foot Massage?

No Sir, Bad Deal/ Where’s My Little Row Boat?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That


Joe Neuro-Typical/ He’s Strung Out On-His Death Bed

Now He’s Ninety-Nine/ & Yes, His Minds Full Of Regret

Why’d He Give His Life? – For All That Hard Selfless Work?

He Coulda Said No/ Yeah Rode himself Into-The-Wind

Yes Sir, Good Deal/ But I Ask Will-He-Be-Re-Born?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That