130730 JUST
DEFIANCE I'd Like The Form To Apply For A Coup D'Etat Please Edition
So,
having thought about politics, and the bullshit thereabouts, and
therein, for a few decades, and having spent time occasionally over
said decades weighing up the feasibility and veracity of effecting a
Coup D'Etat in Australia, it became obvious the notion was farcical.
So,
lured and driven and prompted and sprucked endlessly as I'd been for
decades, since about 1860, like for about
15 decades, to be a
revolutionary leader, I came to the conclusion that before I commit
myself to anything of the sort, I was already superfluous.
Useless.
Not
suited to the, or any role, anywhere near of that nature.
This
realization, once spread around the globe, really pissed off the
insane cult of power-mongers of old, old Britain and old, old Eurape.
“Shit
happens!” was my
retort.
Bu-ut,
for their marginalizing me for not wanting the job, I did keep
thinking here and there, about what the world, and, parochially, what
Australia would benefit most from, in REALpolitik terms.
And,
again and again, the conclusion reaffirmed itself.
A
Coup D'Etat.
However,
along the way, for years well before I had any idea I was not just
any typical, normal type of CIA MK-Ultra, or Tammany Hall puppet,
before it finally breached my psychological defenses that I was in
fact THE, puppet, perhaps to-end-all-puppet-ry, I'd also assessed the
worth of those any self-respecting Coup D'Etatarist would co-opt to
assist in enacting a national Coup, obviously those with all the
guns, the military, and came early enough to establish that no matter
who I was, I would be being but - a puppet - of fools - to call on
our military to carry out a take-over of our seriously awry
government, parliament, and civilian authorities.
It's
not even worth going into why. Other than to say “factions”.
Nevertheless...,
with age, it's suggested, comes Wisdom.
And,
if Wisdom is anything like it's cracked-up to be, it gives one
something of advanced insight to one's actions, and even to
end-results of one's thoughts.
So,
in the melee happening in my cranial parameters, it's perceived that
the world is but one illusion, plastered over a shitload of other
illusions.
Just
whose is the most recently, or most dominantly overlaid, and whose
is/are the endless mess of others preceding the top, latest illusion,
is anybody's guess.
But,
in the end, when you're dead, none of them were, or are.., real.
That's
why they're called “illusions”, I
s'pose?
But
one things for sure, putting oneself in the firing line of a whole
bunch of quite imbecilic, and utterly power-drunk-insane dicks with
guns, ie., military personnel or coppers, is deeper than illusion,
it's delusional.
C-K-C-K-CRAYZEEE?!$%^?!?!
Nevertheless,
after forty years smoking the happy weed, one should stop and start
to think straight. So, I did.
And
STILL, a Coup D'Etat was the thing the nation, but also, then whole
stupid psycho planet needed!
“Sorry!
You got the wrong Revolutionary!”
Besides,
being a Revolutionary, of the Intellectual type, it figures that I
would not take the usual revolutionary path, of trying to effect a
Coup D'Etat.
Otherwise,
if I did, by now, after about a zillion revolutions, all apparently
in the end, failing, I'd just be another failure, and, would be doing
the usual which is not really, revolutionary.
Sort
of status-quo
pseudo-revolutionary.
DIG?
So,
I slept on it, for about another decade, then got up one morning and
went to the Post Office.
Well...,
we all know how painful it is going to the local rural Post Office!
Right
from 9:00am, there's always a queue about a mile long, and the PO
workers are rushed off their tootsies looking for mail and stamps and
bags and whatsits.
Nevertheless..,
I got to the counter, and asked
“Can
I please have the form to apply for a Coup D'Etat?”
The
Post Mestress was typically only half listening, and as usual, asked
me to repeat myself.
“Can
I please have the form to apply for a Coup D'Etat?”
I repeated with nonchalance.
“I'm
sorry, I don't know what you mean, exactly?”
She said.
“A
Coup D'Etat form, please?”
We-ell...!
Didn't that set the cats squealing!
After
the police took me outside the post office, and grilled me, and after
I convince them that this was the most peaceful way I could satisfy
my mentors and puppet masters, they laughed, undid the cuffs, agreed
with me and let me go.
Not
surprisingly, the Post Office did not have a form to apply for a Coup
D'Etat.
So,
back in my luxury apartment, overlooking the Riviera de Rubbish Dump,
I carried out the standard procedure appraisal of the day's actions.
“Failed
Coup D'Etat” I noted in the dirt.
So,
leaving the illusion I was born into behind, I leapt into the 4th
dimension, and took hold of the global telecaster, and played a
tribute on it to the recently passed over J.J. Cale, one of the Gods
Of Blues and other Grouse genres of modern Music.
Then..,
with the same telecaster, broadcast worldwide, the rectitude and
urgent need for everyone to enact their own Coup D 'Etat.
If
they preferred going to their local Post Office, and enacting it
there, fine!
If
they wanted to be more daring, go to the local police station, and
like at the Post Offices, ARREST the employees - “Citizen's
Arrest”! Better!
Completely
legitimate. And.., as I've assessed for about three, NO! fifteen
decades, absolutely urgently necessary.
Of
course, it's worth having a barrow load of highbrow language and
legal terms to baffle the employees with, otherwise they'll out
baffle YOU, and the Coup D 'Etat, will be all Coup Day Poof!
Up in smoke, and slam goes the cell door behind you.
But,
come down to it, anyone who does NOT perform, does NOT enact a Coup D
'Etat, SHOULD BE ARRESTED!
NOW!
RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!
In
your fucking loungeroom!
ARREST
YOUR SPOUSE! NOW!
ARREST
YOUR KIDS! ARREST YOUR MUM AND DAD!
ARREST
GRANNIE!
ARREST
THE DOG AND CAT!
Doesn't
matter! Just get used to it, so that when you're in a more useful,
more effective place, it wont be so unusual for you to perform a
citizen's arrest.
Like
I said, “Come down to
it, anyone who does NOT perform, does NOT enact a Coup D 'Etat,
should be ARRESTED!”
Beeeee-cause..., if we all did it,
then it would be THE DEMOCRATIC REVOLUTION, all the theorists and
philosophers and insane nutters since Gorrie the Gorilla picked up
the 1st
club, and invented technology, have been thinking about! Dreaming
about. Hoping would happen in their own lifetimes!
And,
on top of that, if everyone enacted a Coup D 'Etat, [theoretically],
we wouldn't need guns!
It
would be the most peaceful Revolution ever!
However...,
because we all run on different software and programmes, there might
be some confusion, I s'pose?
But...,
if we all knew what we needed, it should sort itself out pretty
quickly, aye?
But...,
if we all knew what we needed, we wouldn't need a revolution in the
1st
place, or, in the last place, or anywhere in between the fall from
Eden, and Armageddon....?
Outta
here!
Whoever
they are... ARREST THEM!
JUST
DEFIANCE
Brayakooloong
Gunai Aborigine Outlaw
Australia.
And..,
To
J.J.
Cale,
Blues'
Legend,
Just
Passed Over...,
May
Buddha Rest Your Soul,
In
Blues' Heaven.
[I'd
wager He's up there in Heaven Arresting His Fellow Gods
with
some of His Finest Blues' Rhythms]
All
Praise the Immortals!
And
J.J. Cale
All
Praise the Warriors who have fallen
Fighting
for a Just World!
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