I believe this entire notion of bailing out multi-billion dollar corporations with the tax dollars of middle class citizens is criminal. I also believe the CEO's who decided to hedge their financial bets on the backs of grandmothers pensions should be awarded the death penalty for their crimes against humanity.
These poor individuals, who decided to take their retirement money, and follow the advice of their superiors by investing in the companies for which they were employed for many years, are now left with nothing. Actually; they now have less than nothing. Their houses will be taken away, their bank accounts drained to pay off debts they thought were taken care of. If the acts that caused these problems are not viewed as sheer atrocities, then we are all blinded by the big money machine.
These corporations were designed to make money! If they fail, the fault should lie on the individuals making the big decisions! Ironically, those people end up complaining about the 500 million in their bank account as opposed to the 700 million they had before the company collapsed! Shoot these guys, and actually, give the firearms to those grandmothers who paid through their blood and sweat and are left begging for the government tit. Let them rid the earth of these corporate vermin. At the very least there would be justice. Not manufactured justice, but true justice.
Everything seems geared to save those who caused the problems! Does this seem strange America? Why are we seeking band-aids as opposed to locks and keys! It makes me sick.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Who's Got The Answers
The thoughts below ramble, and yes, I think Obama can do some great things. I'm merely doubtful about the grand change he speaks of....
Stoner thoughts, they'll be with my til the day I die. This post is admittedly more of a stream of consciousness, aimed at the self sort-a thing - and now you're thinking: Why is it on the fuckin' web then smart/stoned/silly/sober/drunk boy?? You'll never know -
the answer to the obvious question, or whether or not one of the terms above encapsulates my mindset at present moment:::::::::::::
The political atmosphere has thickened with empty conversation of late, as it always has during presidential races. For half of my life (well, a third actually) it seems I've been making a choice following the "lesser of two evils" cliche in order to justify who's team I voted for or fought against.
The issues that appeal to me from a mechanical perspective, meaning the ones that seem workable to me, get tossed into the proverbial in-box as visions of the White House keep dangling like that damn carrot. The fog seems to lift in only a few months.
Surprisingly, most of the politicians look and sound of hope in the early stages of their campaigns. They look incredible because the paint has yet to dry. Their intentions are sometimes wholehearted, and their ideas fresh. Everything new presents itself with one true measure of pleasure; the unknown, and, the possibility to have an impact (shit, OK two). Once the candidates and their respective teams get a firm grasp on spin however, it becomes increasingly difficult to get an accurate read on them as individuals.
Now that the race is squared away, the true competitors emerge. Now, anybody who has competed on a serious level knows you do whatever it takes to win. Is our new whatever so bland and soulless that in order to lead the sheep you must become the phatter sheep? Yeah, I wrote it: PHATTER.
I Don't see JFK or Lincoln or any of the once great presidents (no comments about these two names appearing in the same sentence people) in ANY body running for president today in October 2008.
So: It's the lesser of two evils lever then??
To Be Continued
Stoner thoughts, they'll be with my til the day I die. This post is admittedly more of a stream of consciousness, aimed at the self sort-a thing - and now you're thinking: Why is it on the fuckin' web then smart/stoned/silly/sober/drunk boy?? You'll never know -
the answer to the obvious question, or whether or not one of the terms above encapsulates my mindset at present moment:::::::::::::
The political atmosphere has thickened with empty conversation of late, as it always has during presidential races. For half of my life (well, a third actually) it seems I've been making a choice following the "lesser of two evils" cliche in order to justify who's team I voted for or fought against.
The issues that appeal to me from a mechanical perspective, meaning the ones that seem workable to me, get tossed into the proverbial in-box as visions of the White House keep dangling like that damn carrot. The fog seems to lift in only a few months.
Surprisingly, most of the politicians look and sound of hope in the early stages of their campaigns. They look incredible because the paint has yet to dry. Their intentions are sometimes wholehearted, and their ideas fresh. Everything new presents itself with one true measure of pleasure; the unknown, and, the possibility to have an impact (shit, OK two). Once the candidates and their respective teams get a firm grasp on spin however, it becomes increasingly difficult to get an accurate read on them as individuals.
Now that the race is squared away, the true competitors emerge. Now, anybody who has competed on a serious level knows you do whatever it takes to win. Is our new whatever so bland and soulless that in order to lead the sheep you must become the phatter sheep? Yeah, I wrote it: PHATTER.
I Don't see JFK or Lincoln or any of the once great presidents (no comments about these two names appearing in the same sentence people) in ANY body running for president today in October 2008.
So: It's the lesser of two evils lever then??
To Be Continued
Saturday, October 18, 2008
just need an avatar link real quick
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Thinking of the Past
Sometimes I long for the past.
Unconditional friendship
and laughter.
Illusions of safety,
wrapped in our
imaginations
and our brothers arms.
Our pride,
We knew what we wanted.
Surrounded by Everything
We could ever need.
There was Love
in our eyes,
our handshakes,
and in the arms
around our shoulders.
I still remember those smiles
and childish jokes.
Our mothers were so insulted.
We could say anything
to each other.
NoFuckinbody
could say anything back.
We didn’t know discrimination.
We didn’t care.
We loved,
hated,
admired,
and loathed
Everyone.
Yet the World seemed so Hopeful
and Vast.
We wanted
to be a part of it.
But we could have stayed.
Right there.
Where we all knew
what Everything was.
and it didn’t matter,
It didn’t matter at All.
We had each other
We had more.
written by: Michael Mercer 10/08
Unconditional friendship
and laughter.
Illusions of safety,
wrapped in our
imaginations
and our brothers arms.
Our pride,
We knew what we wanted.
Surrounded by Everything
We could ever need.
There was Love
in our eyes,
our handshakes,
and in the arms
around our shoulders.
I still remember those smiles
and childish jokes.
Our mothers were so insulted.
We could say anything
to each other.
NoFuckinbody
could say anything back.
We didn’t know discrimination.
We didn’t care.
We loved,
hated,
admired,
and loathed
Everyone.
Yet the World seemed so Hopeful
and Vast.
We wanted
to be a part of it.
But we could have stayed.
Right there.
Where we all knew
what Everything was.
and it didn’t matter,
It didn’t matter at All.
We had each other
We had more.
written by: Michael Mercer 10/08
Art For ERIC In Crooklyn!
I made this piece for my boy Eric in Brooklyn (well, now on Staten Island, ugh).
It's oil, crayon, and cuttings on heavy duty sketch paper
Was trying to capture our mutual feelings at the time of our chat months ago
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Addiction
Addiction is a cliché
and Fatal.
A brutal disease.
It will take everything and everybody
you have.
No excuses.
No blame.
No faults.
It will kill your family
and all your friends
before it kills you.
Addiction lives,
It breaths
It thinks
It knows
and forgets
Everything.
But it is not human.
It is the most evil machine,
a monster.
It never stops,
Never.
It knows what you want,
what you love,
what you have,
what you need.
What you are willing
to sacrifice.
You don’t know darkness
until Addiction wraps itself
around You.
There is nothing,
Except you
and your Addiction.
Nothing.
There is No hope,
No cure
No remedy
No fix
Only You
can put it to sleep
Through death
Through loss
Through Pain.
It Never Dies,
only sleeps.
You will Never
Kill It.
It lives with You
Forever,
Once awoken
written by: michael mercer October 7, 2008
and Fatal.
A brutal disease.
It will take everything and everybody
you have.
No excuses.
No blame.
No faults.
It will kill your family
and all your friends
before it kills you.
Addiction lives,
It breaths
It thinks
It knows
and forgets
Everything.
But it is not human.
It is the most evil machine,
a monster.
It never stops,
Never.
It knows what you want,
what you love,
what you have,
what you need.
What you are willing
to sacrifice.
You don’t know darkness
until Addiction wraps itself
around You.
There is nothing,
Except you
and your Addiction.
Nothing.
There is No hope,
No cure
No remedy
No fix
Only You
can put it to sleep
Through death
Through loss
Through Pain.
It Never Dies,
only sleeps.
You will Never
Kill It.
It lives with You
Forever,
Once awoken
written by: michael mercer October 7, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
A Poem for the Daniel Pearl foundation's October Days
This is a poem I wrote for consideration by the Daniel Pearl Foundation. They are holding their October Days events next month. For more details check out their website here. I hope the poem moves you (I just decided to share it here - was originally sent only to dear friends:
"To Life"
In Memory of Daniel Pearl
Faith
Shrouded in Hatred
Attacked Humanity.
God
Was Not There.
Only this Heart,
Alone
There was Fear,
An internal Fight
There was Pride,
Spoken of the streets of Jerusalem
There was No Defeat.
Only Death,
and Heaven
and Daniel
In The Heart Of God
written by: michael mercer 2008
"To Life"
In Memory of Daniel Pearl
Faith
Shrouded in Hatred
Attacked Humanity.
God
Was Not There.
Only this Heart,
Alone
There was Fear,
An internal Fight
There was Pride,
Spoken of the streets of Jerusalem
There was No Defeat.
Only Death,
and Heaven
and Daniel
In The Heart Of God
written by: michael mercer 2008
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