Occupation of the Dead Zone: Thoughts on Democracy's Climax

For several weeks, I've followed the occupations with interest divided between admiration and disgust. At first, I suggested (without encouraging or inciting same) that provoking the police and other forms of "violence" was not only justified but crucial. However, I've changed my view. Have I become the meek lamb? No, I do not sell what fur I still possess. Instead, these occupations have proved to the most successful protest in American history entirely based on nearly-flawless operational, strategic and tactical planning.

I admire above all the endurance of both the occupation and its participants. And should this movement maintain momentum, it will accomplish my lifelong dream: The Corporatist State will emerge in all its subcontracted military lack of glory. It will come from above, on the flanks...everywhere.

Unfortunately, one illusion mars the overall fine record of protestors: The incredible acceptance of the democratic myth. Democracy is the stuff of masturbation; capitalism is sex. Masturbation is an empty and sterile act; therefore democracy as an idea lived as long as a single Greek masturbator. Look at Greece now.

Capitalism will spike your drinks and date rape you without a blink of its all-seeing eye. Yes, capitalism is a demonic stud on Viagra, cocaine, amphetamines, and, of course, ecstasy, hung like a bull market and filled to the gills with sperm polluted by rivers of the sociopath's genetic markers.

All that I write is proven alone by the corporate financing of the New York City Police. How can it possibly be Constitutional when corporations purchase public protection for its private use? Because there is no operational Constitution; however, you can view the mummy through glass.

Here, then, are the ways in which Constitutional rights have been eliminated, cleverly but not perfectly, visible for those who looked and listened:

• Pharmacy datebase laws make a mockery of the "right to privacy," ever since the Supreme Court upheld (no doubt literally buying the defendant's (State Attorney of Vermon, et al.) argument" that Vermont's pharmacy database and "prohibitions safeguard medical privacy and diminish the likelihood that marketing will lead to prescription decisions not in the best interests of patients or the State." And there you have it. Ever wonder why on Sunday, in most places, alcohol for some unknown reason must be sold later than on any other day? Because Monday is Produce or Else Day, and so late Sunday liquor stores benefit not you but precisely the State -- that is, the corporatist state. The same sis true of the pharmacy databases now in nearly every state. Your doctor-patient relationship and treatment are now legally, willfully and irrationally violated, suspended, botched, and delayed by pharmacists, who happen to be the biggest source of pharmacy drug theft in the nation and, when not stealing, are as reliable as an AOL chat room for medical advice. They should have access to these things and these things only: orange bottles; labels; pens; pill counting machines (which in a better world would release pharmacists from their uselessness); and, of course, that true American Idol, the cash register.
• The right of employers to fire all but government employees was again upheld by the Supreme Court to the following supreme obliteration of the First Amendment: "If your employer is a private entity, the First Amendment offers you no protection from being fired on account of what you say." Of course, this now extends to online postings made off the clock, allowing your employer to literally and legally stalk you and, since you have zero rights, fire you for anything you post online (excepting a couple of states). Who has freedom of speech? The aristocracy. 
• The "right to assemble" is a farce; rather, it's been reduced to a privilege extended or not the based on the population of badged psychopathic . Boston proves the "right to assemble" is completely arbitrary; being arbitrary, it does not amount to a right. It's the equivalent of a cop deciding whether he'll write a ticket or give you a break. Care to bet a night in jail on those odds?
• I could go on but won't depress you further. 

Now, let's look at the one Constitutional right the corporatist-state protects to the utmost: the right to bear arms.

Q: Why does the corporatist-state so protect the right to bear arms?

A: The corporatist-state wants you to kill yourself.

Don't believe me? Can't blame you. Believe this: "Fact: In 2007, the U.S. firearm suicide total was 17,352, an increase from the 2006 national gun suicide number of 16,883."

To shoot any government official would of course lead to felony charges and the most draconian penalties possible. Thus, we are not defending each other from some future threat to democracy -- you can't protect what doesn't exist -- but rather an efficient means of killing ourselves and hunting animals with brains the size of almonds instead of going to the grocery store.

Okay:

When you speak of democracy, your 

"logic" proves a fallacy.

The first and perhaps only goal of occupiers, then, must continue to be endurance. How can anyone fall again for the optimistic version of Nazi propaganda -- "Change!" -- which so many of us did, including yours truly still wearing my dunce's cap, mainly out of the desperate yet misplaced sense that it couldn't possibly get any worse than President -X. Well, it has. How so? An idiot has no poker face; a charismatic player will take you on as a best friend while lifting your wallet and stealing your identity, all the while cheerfully accepting nickel and dime poker game "losses." 

Unless the occupations fizzle, the wolves shall appear in wolves' clothing. So, in this final spasm of a pseudo-democratic process, everyone will utterly lose the capacity to deny the fact that we live in a democracy. We'll suddenly see exactly why we never have voted and never will vote for "change," except, of course, change for the worst for the many and the best for the few...no, not even the "one percent."

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My prediction, solid as the gold standard:

As the sickening cockroach and lice infested mechanics that once drove the spectacles expose themselves, we finally awake and realize democracy was a figment of capitalism's ruinous imagination, a femme fatale who lifelessly feigned orgasms while lying still and bored as the Statute of Liberty, only to roll over and apathetically blow cigarette smoke like teargas across our eyes and her empty field of projected American dreams -- only, wait: The teargas is real. And so it was that capitalism raped us and democracy never once spread her dead legs, much less issued a anything but prerecorded moans of pleasure. The Goddess of Whores known as Democracy is and always was dead, the regeneration of our Virgin Mary-like sightings no trickier to produce than next election's lying promises, keeping the lottery junkie's scratch-off cards stocked, and running the three-ring circuses that have gone the way of a drug abandoned by the most Pollyannish addicts. The aristocrats must be a abuzz seeing that a few shiny lights and trinkets haven't hypnotized this protest into a permanent slumber. Now they have two choices: Abandon the spectacle and roll out the tanks or know our worldwide colonies one and all will see through their idiot dreams of "freedom" in the most effective system of social control on earth.

Now: Awake! Let it fall. 

"But," you say, "do you promise this fall to come shall at last give us cause to hope?" 

I'm sorry: Unlike the Founding Fathers, I cannot tell that lie.