The man was a prince.
A member from our own royal family of “little people”.
And man, our brother could sing.
Charles Bukowski’s true talent found cultish fame within the tumultuous times of the late 60s through the hippie infested 70s.
Although he made no apologies for expressing his hatred for those times.
I suspect he understood, very well, the true driving forces behind these times-revolutionary demonstrations of degrading and low-class proportions, concerning women’s rights, civil rights and gay rights.
You know, the same damned rights we’ve been riled up to “fight for’ again…FORTY years later.
Meaning that our modern and proud sentimentalities, of what “was accomplished” in those times, is a solid block of crock.
Or that the same tired and disrupting game is afoot, with a new generation of “masters” who are bolder, fouler and more insane than the preceding ones.
It’s a great documentary.
As luck and Spirit would have it, in this film, one can lay eyes on one of the horrid little “help you get sterilized” advertisements aimed at poor people and minorities that were so popular back then.
It’s hard to read completely in these copies-the timeline of the video is at 6:45.
(Don’t forget, record and store this segment before Massa’s scrubbers get back to work)
It’s an ad by the same “Zero Population” sadistic forces responsible for the lowered birth rate we are all now suffering under…and the hormonal violence inflicted upon us; changing us into a nation of female-type human beings too meek, too confused and too frightened to fight back in the worst war ever waged against the entire human race.
Never mind the onset of mental illnesses and increased deaths that these all-powerful thug-a-boons are now currently grinning and spinning through.
It’s also the same group advertised in the 1969 book “Population Bomb”
– the handbook which sketched out the current depopulation planning nightmare that barely any single one of us have escaped receiving damage from, in our current year of 2020.
A “zero” campaign now OBNOXIOUSLY disguised as a “climatic concern”
…because we’re “all stupid” like that, right?…born into this….
“Born into This”
by Charles Bukowski
Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.
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