Slavery – Anton Martin Smith Writer

“Yes! We Have No Bananas” ( A thought/Prose)

June 12, 2025June 12, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Enlightenment, history, Humour, philosophy, politics, Prose, Serfdom, Serfs, Slavery, social commentary, Sports, The Human Condition, Truth, writingLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

The only truly good thing about ‘big time sports’ is the crowd hubbub – for crowd hubbub is a human kind of birdsong.

It is beautiful in its brutality.

The athleticism of the athletes is of second order rank, the contest itself an even more distant third rank.

The score of the game is totally irrelevant, but the outcome isn’t. The score is something like 34-12, but the outcome is not at all the score.

The outcome is one man turning to another & saying –

“Hey Joe what a great game!, it made me forget how me, you & all our kind are modern age forever slave-serfs”.

That casual epitet of the everyman is the true outcome of a ‘big time’ sports event.

Centrally planned contrived escapism for the slave serf so to delay a People’s Revolution.

And it’s worked a treat since the coliseum days, which incidentally never actually ended.

Yes, “The Truth About Us” is depressing, but from Truth does enlightenment flow.

All good philosophers intuitively know this.

All bad politician-authoritarians do as well.

And that we know the truth – our pathway to enlightenment – that ain’t a bad thing at all, at all.

The ‘ignorance is bliss thesis’ is just slave-master propaganda.

So let us enjoy the sports match, but also kick the politician-authoritarian up the arse now & then.

Becasue our serf-slavery won’t end anytime soon,

That is self evident to anyone who reads History.

The point of our enlightenment is this:

Our slave-serf conditions have deteriorated far to much lately & we deserve better.

Let us aim to kick politician-authoritarian arse regularly & non violently.

Like John Lennon said “We’ll do it with humour”.

For he’s right – humour is the only thing the Slave Master is really afraid of.

In Closing:

So Bra –

lets Ha Ha Ha…

to the La-de-dah.…

to get thrown a better…

Ba-na-na

They Haven’t Yet Burned All The Books (A Short Article)

March 31, 2025March 31, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Earth, employees, history, Modern Day Slavery, Slavery, The World, WorkLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

Custom — *Caption: Can You See The Cog?*

“If a Slave tells the other Slaves they are Slaves he is rejected by his own. We live in a world where Slaves cannot see or admit that they are so, nay will not admit so under any circumstances” Alfred X Turnstile famous writer of “Do You See It” 1927. P.S. The book or the Author is not real, but the sentiment is.

Slaves will even advertise themselves on a public forum called “the Internet” desperately hoping that Slave Masters & other Slaves will be impressed by their commitment to Modern Day Slavery. Yes, there are little to no gaps in their Slave Records, which are euphemistically called CV’s. Yes – some of these modern-day Slaves even have “Houses”, “Cars”, “Holidays”, “Smart Phones” (Which make you dumb quick)”,”Husbands”, “Wives”, “Grandparents” “Cousins” & “Children”. In fact most do. And it has always been this way. But most of these things do they truly own, & the things they think are ‘natural relationships’ have become debased versions of what they were intended to be.

In the case of the modern urban husband, his wife now owns him outright & without any escape clause in the contract. This is debasement of the intended role of men & women, husbands & wives, Children, Cousins, Grandparents. This is the trick – to debase, to inverse or reverse the original true & good intention.

However, if you are a Slave to the Machine, this is not your fault – the system of domination is so perfected that the only alternative is to live under a bridge. Fault is not the point – the point is to realise your Slavery so as you can game the system as much as possible. If you don’t admit you are a Slave, you can never game the system to your advantage. So who is a Slave? there are some grey areas – but the main class of Slaves is black & white both literally & figuratively – these are the Employees.

Bukowski was correct – “Slavery was never abolished, only expanded to include all the colours”. Know it. Game it. But I know not everyone can do this. Only a tiny few have this power. Call it a Superpower – because that’s what it is. If you succeed in having “open eyes”, you’ve somehow beat the centuries of expert brainwashing you were born into. This is probably only because they haven’t yet burnt all the books. That day is well under way. Use your time wisely. But first you must take your time back for yourself.

“The Slave Farm” (A Thought)

March 17, 2025March 17, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Awareness, bible, Christianity, Corporations, history, jesus, Modern Day Slavery, modern-day-life, Slavery, The Rank And File, The World, the-earth, the-economy, Truth, warningLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

This ‘World’ & its ‘Economy’ are made for Four types:

Firstly –

The under-confidant slave type, from ‘bad families’.

These are those that are perpetually squashed & always have been throughout History.

Let’s call them The Slaves – for yes, they definitely still exist.

They take their beatings like the hardened soldiers they are.

They are the rank & file of the Corporation.

Secondly,

Is the over-confidant but totally average intellegence type,

Let’s call them the ‘Slave Line Managers’

Who are smart enough to do the work assigned,

But not too smart to raise the question ‘why do it at all?’.

These types are willing to pull the ladder up on their own – the Slaves,

Becasue they like the carrots then dished out.

These are the ‘Corporate achievers’ – The Corporate Leaders & Managers.

They occupy the top two-thirds of the Corporation.

It’s worth mentioning the Apex types of these,

These are the Machiavellian types from the so called ‘good families’ & boarding schools.

They are the CEO’s, The Execs, The Partners, The Politicians, the MP’s & PM’s & Presidents.

These are the ones that are talked about on the airwaves,

The ones in movies you are told in a myriad of sneaky ways to respect, to obey.

The Third kind are the modern-day Slave Owners

They are the Ultra Mega Billionaires – the ones that own all the key assets,

These are those that sell mega credit cards to entire nations – to enslave them.

They have the controlling share of THE EARTH.

And contrary to airwave propaganda – they decide what is done & when.

These are the types that let World Wars happen.

It is imporatant that these types are anonymous & hide in the shadows –

They’d be assassinated in a second otherwise.

Oh & I almost forgot – theres a Fourth type – The Celebrity –

These are the empty vessels that are the autometon agents of Slave Owners –

They are a special type of Slave –

They are stupid, wildly overconfident,

& desperate to remedy a distinct lack childhood parental love.

The Slave owner uses these types of Slaves as a messenger to all the other Slaves.

The message is

“Stay in your lane Slave!”

“Follow orders rom above”

“Don’t think you can escape now”

“We’ve got you for life!”

Then their are those that live ourside the World & The Economy:

They’ll probably die early under a bridge,

Becasue to live outside the system entails this.

These are the Angels.

And they cannot feel hatred,

And they are not violent either.

Only the Slave Owners & the Angels themselves know this.

The other two ranks of Slaves merely call the ‘Bums’ or ‘Losers’.

The Slave Owners have designed a wicked system of genius,

Whereby if you reject the World & The Econony,

As an Angel would & does,

You will be nade to suffer greatly,

So much so, all will see it.

You will serve as a warning to all the other Slaves to not to do the same.

The last thing they want,

Is for you to enjoy the good & bountiful natural world as it was designed for you.

They must stop this at all costs,

And that’s why The World looks as it does today –

A Slave Farm.

Yes Sir & Maddam,

The Slave Owners do some devilish works.

And now you know it too.

“The Economy (Wants You Dead)” (An Idea)

January 29, 2025January 30, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Daily Life, economy, history, life, Modern Day Slavery, politics, Slavery, social commentary, Virtual RealityLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

The Economy wants all your time,

All your energy,

All your attention.

While you’re its useful slave – it’ll run you ragged, daily.

It’ll make you sit & stare at a eye ruining-dopamine destroying – 25 fps-flickering-doom screen.

And they work you’re doing isn’t any more real,

Than the social construct that created it.

The “story” is that down the line something “of value” is produced.

That’s a lie – 90% of what’s produced is in reality a by-product.

The real product is Brainwashing – the product/service is in actuality, just the derivative of that.

“Holidays away for the plebs” – Brainwashing to squeeze the last remainder of cash from the slaves.

“House, Land + Mortgage package” – designed to trap you as a Modern Slave to “The Economy”.

“Brand Marketing” – hacks your biological need for social acceptance.

“Alcohol fueled weekends” – designed to make you forget last week but ensure you show up Monday.

The idea of a “Career” – this is to induce you to ditch your family & community in your home town.

The “Career” pretends to pay you more so to justify casting away responsibility to your community.

The “Career” or “Full time Job” in The Economy wants to half kill at least 75% of the World.

These 75% are the ones that agree to be Totalised Slaves in & to the system.

By deft chicanery “The Economy” kills all the slave’s energy & extinguishes any “life spark” they have.

This death dished by “The Economy” has these bedfellows

Feelings of hopelessness

Dispair

Loneliness

Isolation

Bad blood pressure

Heart disease

Liver disease

Anti depressant mania

I could list more of course but you get my drift.

So that 75% are the captured ones in the system, that are dying spiritually & energetically.

The other 25% are those that literally die on the streets.

They function as a constant warning to the other 75% – that things could even be worse if you copy them.

The 25% die on the Streets because they can’t reach ‘minimum employment standards’,

OR they it is because the refused to partake in the only system on offer – THE ECONOMY.

“The Economy” kills most these 25% withing 10 years of being on the streets.

“The Economy” is the inverse of Earth’s natural abundance.

“The Economy” creates Artificial scarcity of everything you want,

But creates an Artificial Surplus of The Worker Slave Pool:

This is called “Structural Unemployment” & is permanent by design.

It Keeps the Slaves wages & requests down to a minimum.

I could go on forever, but it suffices to summarise:

“The Economy” is what you should be afraid of,

Rally against,

See its Propaganda,

Use it against itself.

It wants the whole world either dead inside or dead on the streets.”

“The Economy” – the first Virtual Reality ever invented.

So stop being a sucker, a modern-day Slave to The Economy.

Why pledge your allegiance & life for a mirage?

Why be The Evil Machiavellians whipping boy?

There is no need my friend.

When you can know all this & still choose to smile through it all.

“The Economy” will notice you still have your soul intact.

Then that Beast will see you’re living well.

And that is, as they say, the best Revenge you can have.

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

November 23, 2024November 23, 2024Posted in UncategorizedTagged Brainwashing, Egypt, history, Humour, Modern life, Play, poem, school, Skit, Slavery, Slaves, social commentaryLeave a comment

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

“The Rough Sleeper & Me” (A Poem)

November 1, 2024November 1, 2024Posted in UncategorizedTagged Beer, Books, Clutha River, Fish & Chips, Good Humour, housing, life, news, Poverty, Rough Sleeper, Slavery, Small Town New Zealand, Snobs, The System, travel, writingLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

So I walk down to the New Bridge rest area,

By the mighty Clutha River.

This is a monthly jaunt of mine, give or take.

I go to let loose some of those bastard excess stress molecules.

Sky, Water, Trees, Birdsong & Green – It does us all well.

Even the Grumpiest of assholes will feel better.

That’s right – I am in In small town New Zealand.

I walk down the rocky old alluvial river-track to the destination.

Bounded by willow trees & flowing water on one side & scrub on the other.

After five minutes I get to the rest area.

There he is!

The rough sleeper.

Middle aged.

Dreadlocked.

Face is beaten but not out.

There’s a dormant spark there.

I’m sure most people don’t see it.

They’ll judge immediately & avoid.

I’ve talked to him at least four times before.

He’s witty, & has a hearty laugh.

We are roughly the same generation – Gen X.

We talk of the great days of youth when bars were full & people had fun.

Sure it was all a lazy form of fun,

But at least people knew how to kick up heals back then.

We both agree that the ‘younguns these days’ take themselves way too seriously.

They don’t know how to have fun.

Not like our glorious generation did!

Poor sods those digital natives – born with a trashy computer strapped to their hands.

Nothing good can come of that.

We sound like old timers, which I guess we are becoming.

Call us ‘beginner old-timers’.

This time I have a six pack in hand,

I was going to crack open a few & take some home.

I give him a beer, he cracks it open like it’s the finest Bougelet wine, & so do I.

“There’s two more of those coming too” I say firmly & democratically.

He’s happy.

We spin some more yarns.

The conversation turns a little dark – a habit of mine.

We agree the ‘system’ we’re all born into, is a giant scam of evil genius.

Where the very many slaves think they’re free, or well off even.

You see, it’s all about expert brainwashing & reducing the slave’s options.

He’s like me – he can talk about depressing stuff like this,

And yet really enjoy it on an intellectual level.

It’s a weird happy form of misery –

but I’m probably gilding the lily –

But to be honest it’s probably a main of misery with a side of happiness.

Depressive types tend to be like this – & this includes all intellectuals.

But for now it suits me to pretend I can be happy talking about miserable subjects.

Maybe it’s just a lazy form of escapism.

But there must be some merit in it – Christ himself essentially said ‘The World sucks’.

Too soon, the beers are now all gone.

I say “Hey you hungry, I’ll shout you some fish & chips”?

Yeah “sounds great” he says.

So of we trudge to the chippy.

We arrive, we sit outside as is his choice.

I order two packs – one for him one for me.

Five fish bites & a scoop each – again, it’s democracy in action.

The food comes out & we tuck in.

A guy and his kid come out of the chip shop.

The rough sleeper engages these starngers like they’re old friends.

The dad is friendly & says his boy is autistic.

The boy sits down with us & the rough sleeper offers a chip to the boy.

That will turn out to be unprofitable.

I eat all my food quickly – I wolf it down.

Alas I grew up poor, that’s what people like me will do for life.

The rough sleeper eats very slowly & engages in a long-winded chat with the dad.

I wonder – maybe he grew up in a well off family?

Meanwhile the kid nonchalantly eats half of his chips & three of his alloted five fish bites.

I jump in & eat the fourth fish bite, for some reason this seems logical.

We can’t let the kid eat all of his food!

Oh well, at least my rough sleeper friend had a minor feed.

The kid & his dad leave.

“I hardly got any of those” says Rough Sleeper.

“Tell me about it – I had to eat one of your fish bites”

We laugh.

I get my car & drop him off to his hitchhike spot over the bridge.

he’s gotta go to Dunedin.

He tells me vaguely that somethings going down on Monday.

I don’t press him for details.

Before he gets out, I empty my car’s weighty change jar in his hand.

I’m guessing he would have got at least twenty-five bucks.

I’m thinking that’ll help him get a better feed at the next port.

I’m glad I helped me ol mate the rough sleeper.

I think to myself if he had five to ten people like me, he’d be totally on his feet in no time.

Yes – I’m feeling good that I helped him a little.

But then I would be lying if the two thoughts didn’t cross my mind.

‘Will I live to regret this’

AND

‘Is this guy really a rough sleeper – I wonder if he’s a Govt agent sent to spy on me’.

Then I realise.

New Zealand’s too useless to come up with a potential ‘great spy’ like rough sleeper.

I purged the thought.

I haven’t seen rough sleeper for three weeks now, I’ll be looking out for him.

After all – he’s a bloody great New Zealander!

Well, so far at least.

I really should have remembered his name.

After all, me & him have actually have a lot in common,

I’m probably just five to ten per cent luckier than him.

That’s the slim margin between rough sleeping & somewhat relative comfort.

The snobs of the world that screw their faces up at rough sleepers,

Who are mostly just time poor slaves – should recognise that brute fact.

But then again, he’s probably a lot happier than them anyway.

Their own lives is their own punishment.

After all –

As me & ‘rough sleeper’ contend

It’s all a mega-genius-evil-system – with its own internal logic…

But so long as you know it….

You can still eke out a genuine smile…

Even while under heavy fire from the enemy….

(or was it just the free beer?)

Till our next democratic tutorial ‘slash’ lecture ‘O Rough Sleeper’!

Down by the ‘new bridge’, with the ‘old bridge’s’ pillars looking on.

With the mighty Clutha River just passing though.