“Musings On The Internet” (A Poem)

By Martin Anton Smith

he internet was a bad idea.

But the future will never know this.

The internet is too entrenched.

It has become our masters.

I miss the old-fashioned world.

You had books, beer, tv, house parties, pubs & sports & that was about it.

Simple.

We’ve gone down too far down the rabbit hole of complexity.

But there is no easy answers left on the table.

It’s not like everyone will suddenly take a baseball bat to their smartphones & computers one day.

Although I must admit,

“International destroy your computer with a baseball bat day” –

Has a good ring too it!

*sigh*

“The Drones” (a poem/prose)

by Martin Anton Smith


So they appear in the sky,

And of course all us joe schmoes,

Are left guessing as to what the hell they are.

The legacy news & the podcasters are happily abuzz,

As the billion of eyeballs are reigning in their easy cash.

All at the ease of a clicking click click.

“Is it a bird is it a plane…no you fool it’s a deep state psy-op”

“Don’t be stupid ya nimrod! It’s the Star-men Pleiades”

“No no no silly schoolboy – they’re sniffing out rogue nuclear warheads!”

“You’re all so uneducated – it’s the Dems creating a false crisis to hang on to power”

“Look son read your ufology history – its Project Bluebeam – say sayonara to all Freedom – Welcome to the Gulag son!”

And now the Poet gives his two cents.

I don’t know what it is but I know this:

It’s all the result if too many sneaky Machiavellian’s,

Behind too many closed doors,

With too many “top secret” & “classified” stamps.

With too much easy black budget cash,

Who are happy to trash democracy for “national security reasons”.

This Drone stuff is just what happens when the Machiavellian dweeb numbers spike.

It’s just like nature – to much of anything leads to its own destruction –

Nature cures it’s own imbalance as part of its corrective system.

So they same happens with families, cities societies & empires.

Eventually all the silliness collapses,

& this sometimes means better people from other lands take the reigns.

But it’s all been done before & nothings new.

The only question to ask is this:

How will this season of Earth Reality TV end?

Are the Drones a new plot twist?

Or an ‘annoying new character’ added wishfully to lift flagging ratings?

As always we boobs just have to wait it out.

When the years pass & the smoke clears & the mirrors fall.

We’re left with History.

Yes it’s written by the victors,

But the sneaks & cheats tend to be outed eventually.

There are enough correct pieces of the puzzle to create a semblance of the ‘true image’.

Call me a one eyed History lover – but stand by my comment.

So we will know what the Drones were all about sometime around the year 2050.

And so the great Windsor Davies often retorted:

Oh dear, how sad…never mind.

Or similarly as Marcus Aurelius would advised:

You have power over your mind — not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength”.

So not sure about you,

But I’m going to listen to Marcus Aurelius & Windsor Davies on this one.

After all, isn’t a sign of madness to take advice from those that hate you?

I’d rather chose not to be insane, at least while the choice is still mine.





You Vs. It – Pt 2 (A poem) + Bonus commentary by the Author.

The small uncapitalised ‘you’ has foolishly agreed to play IT’s game.

The more you the brainwashed version of you try to play the game well,

The more you will go crazy.

It’s just a matter of degree & when.

Monstrous IT, has planned it all this way.

Bad IT, has sold you this deception.

Evil IT wants you (hoodwinked you) to go totally mad.

Nefarious IT wants you to believe in unicorns –

Corporate careers, Giant mortgages, & Siamese twin like relationships.

Terrible IT is the spider & little you is the web woven fly.

IT’s web is wide & worldly & their are far too many files on the little lemming-ised version of you.

Shitty IT aims to lock you in arrays of shipwrecks & dungeons – with many a barnacle permanently attached to your ass.

Soulless IT supplies dungeon to dungeon to dungeon : Home, Office, Hotel Room.

Perverse IT will tell you there’s a giant nebulous spirit called a ‘national economy’ so that it can tank it periodically – to keep little you happy chewing grass.

A-hole IT does not want you to plant your own veges, be peaceful, read wise books, have no addictions, be happy with your own company or to live cheaply in the woods.

Wanky Wanky IT hates the Truth & Truth tellers.

As good wise anti-witch Doctors advice,

Ween yourself of IT.

See yourself off IT

In short – Capitalise yourself asshole!


Bonus Material:


Note the author: This poem used heavy artistic license when implying that you could just not be a part of the swindle we get sucked into in this world as adults. Of course the reality is that like perfect jailers – they’ve designed the system so you can’t truly leave it other than via death or living under a bridge. So of course my correct advice is If you are stuck in the normal jail cell like reality , the best option will probably be to smile through the bullshit & look to make a few wise choices to little by little improve your life – after all most people amplify the shit sandwich they’ve been served – they marry a mean drunk or slag…they stay working for the really bad company instead of they just plain bad one. …they gamble…drink too much….become Marxist’s etc etc I.e. there’s no need to amplify the bad deal you’ve already been dealt.

To use my terminology from the poem (I used the term “IT” to mean “The System”):


“If you can’t leave IT, at least don’t take IT too seriously – “confidently smile through the IT”

P.P.S This poem is probably a years end that doesn’t cut it, perhaps it is just ‘late end of year stock content’, but I hope it has a few gems among the half polished turds. Yes it’s ‘low brow’ but alt least it’s also comes with some ‘high brow’ sprinkles.

“Two Slaves Predict The Future” (Poem or Play/Skit)

By Martin Anton Smith

Two slaves of equal rank were on their work ‘tea break’.

Their names were Ramthess & Putenalmen.

The year was three thousand BC.

The place was ancient Egypt.

Their conversation went like this:

“Can you pass the leather strap, dear Ramthess”.

“Sure my friend Putenalmen – why not? – I’ve had a good gnaw of it”.

“Ah if I close my eyes & think of a camel it almost tastes good”.

“You know what? – that’s just what I was thinking before I handed it to you”.

” Ah Putenalman, you know what they say don’t you?”

“What’s that?”

“Great slaves think alike”

“Do they? Well makes sense – I mean how else could we all build these Piramids?”

“That’s True Putenalman And do you also know what?”

“What my dear Ramthess?”

“One day in the distant future, slaves like us will be their own Slave-masters & trade themselves to each other.”

“No No No! …But why would a Slave agree to enslave themselves”?

“Well my dear Putenalmen, in the future they will have a system called ‘The First Fifteen Years’.”

“Yes I am listening my good man Ramthess- go on”

“This thing called ‘The First Fifteen Years’ will be a giant encampment for all children pre-ordained to be slaves.”

“Sounds terrible Ramthess! Now let’s stop being so formal lets go by our knicknames: You ‘Ram’, me ‘Put’.”

“Yes agreed – don’t worry Put – it the story gets worse! Now at this camp their are Pharoah agents who are a special kind of Slave who act as an agent of the Pharoah – they will be called ‘teachers’ – it will be their jobs to over a fifteen year period brainwash these children to be both their own slaves & slavemasters.”

“Oh but that’s diabolicle Ram! The deception of it! Just think – that would mean the Slaves would never mount a mutiny! We Slaves keep our sanity only by dreaming of mutuny so we can escape, but if we are our own Slavemasters, how will we ever agree to let ourselves be mutineers?”

“Exactly dear Put – now you see why the Pharoah’s will do this – after all there have been 94 succesful Slave mutiny’s in Egypt just this last five years! They cannot let this behaviour stand, or soon the Pharoah’s magnificent empire will one day crumble into the sands of the great desert!”

“Well, yes Ram, it does make sense – but I don’t think they’ll ever be able to pull that off”

“Why do you say that, Put?”

“Well surely us Slaves will never be stupid enough to agree to put our children into those ‘First Fifteen Years Camps” – I mean we’d have to be insane to agree to that! Yes we Slaves are tired, yes we are downtrodden, Yes we are poor….but we are not stupid!”

“Well my dear Put do you remember that time you were afraid every second of the day because the the Slave-beater said he’d beat you some time over the next month, but wouldn’t tell you exactly when.”

“Yes ram – that was horrible – my mind was scrambled becasue of the constant fear I was in.”

“And do you remember that during that month you agreed to run around naked pretending to be a camel, just for your fellow slaves enjoyment?”

“Yes, I am ashamed to say that I did that silly thing that whole month long – as I said Ram, I did it because the Slave-beater had gotten into my mind!”

“So now you see that what I said is true. From a deep sense of fear, you agreed to do something you’d never do normally. If you were in fear every day for fifteen years straight, from when you were a tiny child right up to the start of adulthood – just imagine how more rediculous you would behave! This is what will happen in the future, Put.”

“I agree Ram, you are very wise, I think this will indeed happen in the future. I am glad we live now & not the future – at least we today can rightly dream of our own small slave mutiny, that might one day soon happen & set us free.”

“Yes Put, I wouldn’t want to live in a future like that either – now what kind of mutuny do you think we should have?”

“Well Ram, bloody, succesful & soon is always nice”.

“Touche, Put – touche”

End

“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