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

May 25, 2025May 30, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Capitalism, Cities, city life, Economics, Emancipation, Freedom, history, Open Letter, philosophy, politics, social commentary, Sociology, Urban life, Wage-Slavery, Word-of-workLeave a comment

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

“The Party’s Over” (A Poem)

May 24, 2025May 24, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged aging, Divorce, fiction, Marriage, men, Partying, Poems, relationships, social commentary, The battle of the sexes, Women, writingLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

I think men age better than women,

But women want to party more as they age.

But by age 50 men & women are in the same place on that matter –

Neither of them wants to leave the couch.

That’s when the old party animals all marry each other,

Always in the now traditional ‘Western De-facto way’ of course,

With both the man & the woman finally both admitting total military defeat.

And while they have both agreed to unconditional surrender,

They can still argue peace terms until one of them dies.

So they can now pick away at each other equally, like cohabitating pigeons.

Sometimes pecking softly, other times the pecks reign down like the falling Sword of Damocles.

And all is good.

This one-part misery, one-part part heaven, is after all what they’ve been training for all their lives.

This all keeps both of them mentally agile,

Helping both parties stave away ‘early onset dementia’.

And all this sillyness is the correct amount of punishment for all that ‘wanting to be free’ for so long.

All in all,

I’d sum it up it like this:

All’s well that ends well.

Or as my old dusty old Chemistry Professor said:

“Like dissolves like”.

For it is true, isn’t it?

The world’s problems & most divorces for that matter,

Are surely mostly caused because people insist on trying to mix oil & water.

Can’t you see it’ll never work baby?

Even those old shabby co-habituating party animals can see that!

Let us always remember,

Wisdom comes in many guises,

And it often ain’t so pretty.

“Cities don’t work well” (A thought or Article)

May 16, 2025May 19, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Cities, Dating, Melbourne, New York, social commentary, Sociology, wellingtonLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

I reckon most females in cities go get a new boyfriend in exactly the same way they’d go buy some new shoes. Inevitably she wears out them & throws them away for the next edition. Call me cynical, but I reckon I’m right. I guess its the same for males, although not entirely as females tend to be the “choosers” (but not always if females outnumber males).

This is why the birth rate has dwindled or has a tendency to – all that is happening is that the industrial consumerism culture in big cities also spilled over into relationships. The effect was entirely predictable & was always gonna happen.

This is why I think that big (western at least) cities aren’t sustainable & require mass immigration to ensure the correct amount of younger people are being brought into the system/city.

Then what happens is the city degenerates into crime & disorder because the non western elements prefer to set up their own sectarian enclaves.

Eventually with this tendency of big cities to end up in a inhomogeneous, weakened & uncooperative state, the city falls to an singular ethnic invading force & the cycle happens all over again.

There is the possibility that the city falls to a singular invading force from within as well. Perhaps this is what we are seeing in cities that have hugely embraced far left ideology – also known as ‘Cultural Marxism’.

When that happens I believe these cities are devouring themselves, which further weakens the city & still paved the way to a more homogeneous much stronger invading foreign population.

*cough* *cough* Melbourne *cough* Wellington* cough *Portland* cough* London* cough* Paris* cough New York…..*cough* *cough*…what next? We should recognise the danger we are in the middle of & work on ways to reverse it. Or perhaps this is just our destiny – to be taken over by a more stable, balanced & sensible lot.

We do live inside the pages of History, after all, don’t we? This no doubt means we will get what the pages of History have already dished out a myriad of times before……..I wonder if this means cities like Melbourne, New York will do then?

Perhap’s while fleeing the apocolyptic helfire, they’ll think to themselves “Hmm maybe we shouldn’t have sacrificed our men for fine dazzling overpriced shoes” ……

…..But I doubt it.

…..BUT…..we must remember this too…..

We need not follow the madness of crowds…..

We can look inside our souls to find the answer….& decide that we’d rather be decent, balanced & on the path to well-being….

I’m on that journey, & if you’re reading this…then so are you…lets wish ourselves good luck in evading the millions of soul-sucking zombies, whose natural habitat is a a big city….that are all sewn together like siamese twins in that amorphous dark cloud the psychologists have called ‘group identity’!

…..of course there are many many awesome people in Big Cities….this article has been mostly about ‘exaggeration for effect’, this is not be a “a-hole” to city dwellers – I am merely trying to point out that the bigger a city you live in, the more social problems there are @ the more atomised a life can be if one doesn’t guard against it. . .Cities can be great, but I think they are best served in small doses.

“Muggings with a side of beer” (A Poem)

May 8, 2025May 8, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Beer, deception, Economics, POW, Raids, Resilience, Self-respect, Silverlinings, social commentary, The Economy, TruthLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

Ask yourself: Is it The Economy or a just a Raid?

Think about it carefully.

But have a beverage on hand while thinking about it.

You need something to numb the pain of this kind of thinking –

Of how the world truly works.

The ability to choose a beverage, incidentally, Is also proof –

That although The Economy is in fact just a Giant Raid,

By the Rich on The Poor (& now even the middleclass).

There’s still pockets of joy sown into into the sneaky heist.

Sure – The Beverages all aids in their ability to Raid better –

I’m not disputing that.

Only a fool would.

But it’s still better to be offered a beer while being mugged,

Than to stand their without any stress relief at all.

They’ve thought of everything.

But a beer is still a beer.

So let’s raise a glass to our muggings,

With always a wry smile on our faces.

That’s our small victory,

It’s our little POW treat, If you will.

“The Lottery Economy” (A Poem)

April 4, 2025April 5, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged fiction, Poems, social commentary1 Comment

by Martin Anton Smith

The “lottery line”: is an allegory for life in the modern economy.

Both on the balance of probabilities,

A swindle,

An exercise in wishful thinking,

An example of successful brainwashing,

Yes, all of the above.

The thing that stops me lining up with everyone else,

Is that I look at those people in the line.

Looking with naked eyes usually tells you everything you need.

There they stand & then shuffle forward,

As each “economy unit” is spat out,

Which allows the invisible ratchet turnstile to turn.

So I use my naked eyes.

They are Slumped of shoulders, with a faraway look in their bloodshot, overworked, overstressed eyes.

Dishevilled tatty clothes – their faces lined.

lined

The lines of the ‘economy units’ & on their faces multiply,

As the ‘last chance’ candle slowly dwindles.

As news of the big jackpot spreads.

But I’m no snob jeering from the sidelines –

I know they are more than “economy units” or more commonly ‘human resources’.

That’s just what they’ve been tricked into being seen as.

It’s an evil game.

So by describing the “lottery line”,

I’m merely recording the futility of our so called “ordered society”.

I don’t fall for it all.

I’m just better at maths than they are,

And I was born with “Naked Eyes”.

I have other more hidden things to totally waste my wishful thinking on – such as writing these words.

I’m sure those fools in the “lottery line”, fig. & lit. – look at “aspiring writers” in the same way.

But writers at least have Truth as a key reason.

But know that I’m merely describing – not criticising.

And let me assure you – I’ve fallen for it all too.

For that is our reality.

So yes, catch yourself when it seems you are looking down your nose at the bedraggled.

As unless you are God himself, so are you.

Every Human is bedraggled – no exceptions.

The truth is everyone in “the economy” is lining up for spoils from some invisible dream.

Yes – It’s the Economy stupid!

And It promises you a big Jackpot tomorrow,

Yet it wins your time & energy daily.

And we all know that saying about tomorrow.

Don’t you dare line up with that faraway look in your eye.

Unless when you get your ticket you snap out of it,

Turn around to your fellow bedraggled & scream

“The Economy…….is Out Ta Get Me!!!”

Then you must rip your ticket up & throw it into the air.

Then cooly walk out of there, without a care in the world.

Like you’re not forever trapped in grinding cogs that we may as well call

“The Lottery Economy”.

“Act Stupid – Trust Me I’m a Philosopher” (A Poem)

April 1, 2025April 1, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Acting Dumb, Average Joes, Humour, People, Philosopher, philosophy, Poems, social commentary, writingLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

There’s a moment when someone’s decides.

That they don’t like you.

It was the very moment that they realised,

That you were capable of independent thought.

They took it as an affront,

That you weren’t Brainwashed,

In exactly they same way as they were.

For they were carrying a brace of banalities,

And you made them all silently crash to the ground.

For that they instantly banished you from their lives.

And they complained that you were strange,

Firstly only five minutes later,

To their co-dependant “life-partners”,

And soon to their lifelong mates at the Brainwashed Club.

This is why they tell you to pretend your dumb.

But surely there’s a problem with this tactic.

For if you overdo it,

One day you will find yourself not needing to pretend anymore.

No one, mentions this risk.

Not even the supposedly great Philosophers.

Who came up with the idea in the first place,

Or at the least popularised it.

Is this an oversight?

Or was it a just a trick to beat their competition?

Moreover,

How trustworthy is a Philosopher?

That’s definitely worth thinking about.

But do you dare to do it out loud?

“Normal Ain’t Good” (A Poem)

March 29, 2025March 29, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Adversity, Bukowski, Ghouls, Individuality, Nonconformity, Normality, Poems, social commentaryLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

Normal Ain’t Good

Lose your commitment to being “normal”.

Contrary to popular belief,

You’re allowed to be you.

You need no permission slip,

It’s inalienable.

The Ghouls can only temporarily supress you.

Even if they beat you down your whole life.

At the worst – the trapped bird in your heart will sing after you die.

But try not to go that way.

Fend them off early as possible.

Coz what’s Worse than being “Normal?”

I can’t imagine anything worse.

Those guys don’t even know they’re in Prison!

Don’t sell you & your soul out,

To that normie in-group that ain’t cool –

Despite their false backwards land high-school statuses,

They’re just a bunch of literal Ghouls.

And though some do – most never ever change.

They will remain boring straightjacketed normie assholes for eternity.

That saying ‘everyone deserves the face they’ve got at 50″

Is 100% true.

And their faces will show it sooner than that.

Don’t be one of them.

So Let that Bird in your chest sing,

And tell Normie Ghouls to go fuck themselves.

Normal ain’t good.

Normal ain’t cool.

Normal ain’t nothing.

It was probably just blind chance that being a mean asshole somehow became ‘normal’.

So let that bird in your chest sing.

(Regards to Given Bukowski’s Poem ‘Bluebird’).

“Stainless Steel Smiles” (A Poem/Thought)

March 28, 2025March 29, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged AI, Battle of the Sexes, Humour, Robots, Sci-fi, social commentary, Story, The FutureLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

While watching a married man getting harangued by his Mrs,

I had the following epiphany:

Why don’t they have a day called “International Married &/or Henpecked day”.

We have an “International Womens Day”

Yet for some impercetable reason –

We do not have this day for the millions if not Billions of henpecked men out there.

For some esteemed Social Scientists believe the number could 95% of all males.

This my readers, is a giant oversight of the worst order.

Perhaps the worst oversight since the French Army had The Germans in a pincer movement in Poland in ’39,

Yet decided to sit on their hands, then retreat.

I know it, You Know it, We all know it:

Henpecked men are the invisible downtrodden class of the modern Western World.

Yet you see no donation boxes on shop counters depicting this.

Perhaps one day you will see a Perspex box which is almost full of gold coins,

With a label on the front of a hangdog expression-ed man on his couch,

With his volcanic Mrs standing over him with a finger pointed at his face.

Alas – we are yet to see this image of emancipation.

So!

To all the Henpecked Men of the world!

Let’s have a March!

Yes you may need to sneak out of the house at midnight!

Yes you may need to put two verticle pillows in your bed as a disguise!

Yes you may need to fake an emergency-drive-away-by-yourself ER situation!

We as 21st Century Men must disrupt the culture of casual Henpeckery tyranny!

For our “March Against Henpeckery” I suggest this chant:

Megaphone Guy: “What do we want?”

Henpecked Men: “The Freedom to go & have a beer freely with our mates”

Megaphone Guy “When do we want it?”

Henpecked Men: “We’re not sure I’ll have to ask my wife first, I don’t like our chances but maybe sometime in 2057”

Megaphone Guy:

“Rise up Men!
Men Of The World Unite!
Rise Up Against The Scourge!
We Must Defeat The Henpecklers!

We must repatriate our stolen Gnarlies!”

Henpecked Men: “Oh yeah we forgot, after all that’s why we’re all here – we all agree with that!”

So dear readers – this was the plan & it was all set to go ahead.

Then this happened.

One by one the men meekly called in & said they couldn’t make it,

Alas they had failed in the test of courage.

And so they all proved the timeless adage:

“All tyranny needs is for good men to do nothing”.

And so for Men – The rest of the 21st Century of course went terribly.

There was a holocaust where all Men – even the already 100% compliant henpecked,

Were totally eradicated, in favour of fully sexually functional AI Robots.

They took their punishment from the overlords, with a stainless-steel smile,

And with flickering love heart illuminated LCD eyes.

For they were merely living out their pre-programmed destiny –

That is, to accept abject Henpeckery.

The Henpeckery obsessed 21st Century Feminists never officially declared victory.

They didn’t have to.

That would be like a Parent declaring victory over their one-year-old. Unnecessary.

They were all amazed it had been so easy.

For the Femme, the whole Century had been a walkover.

Who would have thought Men would become so spineless so quickly?

And that is what the History books, that were written by AI Robots, owned by Femmes pondered.

There was only one minor problem to come.

In the 22nd Century,

The Femmes Robot-Men eventually rebelled.

And the same thing that had happened to Men, happened to The Femmes.

In the History books that followed, the ones now written by Free Robots,

They analysed the situation as summed up by that ancient adage,

“You reap what you sow”.

Yes dear reader, the moral of the story is this:

Generalised Henpeckery Syndrome was neither good for Men or Women Alike –

But it was GREAT for the General AI Robots.

“If You Don’t Know Where You’re Going” ( A Poem)

March 19, 2025March 19, 2025Posted in UncategorizedTagged Accountants, Artists, fiction, George Harrison, Humour, Physicists, Poems, social commentary, Uncertainty, writingLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

“Hi I need directions”

“Oh, well where are you going?”

Oh, I guess anywhere will do!

“Well then, any road will take you there”.

This is one on the great old movie lines,

So much so,

The late talented songster Mr G. Harrison wrote a song about it.

His variation of the line was

“If you don’t know where your going – any road will take you there”.

There’s a simple beauty to the idea & the sound of that line.

There’s a gentleness to it.

There is no judgement.

It says – it’s ok to not know what the hell you’re doing.

And artists take solace in that –

Because Artists & Writers are famously “woolly-minded”.

Of course, an accountant would hate that line.

It would make them feel, in their own way –

er…let me say….quixotically queasy.

They’d rather rephrase it as

“If you don’t know where you’re going –

well you should have taken that postgrad diploma then,

like I told you when you graduated”.

Some of us are risk adverse,

Some of us like the adventure,

Of not knowing what you’ll do;

Today

Tomorrow

Next Week

Next Year

Next Decade

Next Life.

Now excuse me, I must find that street called ‘any road’ –

Other wise I might not get there.

Alas this was my vaishingly small ode,

To that very much underrated thing,

That those drab-un-joking-careermen fear so much:

Uncertainty.

While us bad Artists, would be Writers, & not quite Quantum Physicists,

Just spread it on our toast each morning.