“Machine Said Jump” (Speculating Over a Splatter)

[Audio Clip: “One way or the other, we are going to have Greenland … whether they like it or not.”]

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Are we really too preoccupied with indecision and internal division

To notice who’s dragging along the incision?

Are we too blinded and manic fearing some satanic gay panic and queer fear

To see what’s becoming more and more clear?

Ignoring every past flaw,

Trading your own beloved and beholden class for nationalist blind pride,

In the cast of that emboldened nationalism

Where we find fascism buried inside.

Now this is what happens when those who lived it forget it

And those who learned it don’t get it.

Like where are our brightest and best?

All I see when I look —

Smooth sunny-side brains, undercooked, overlooked, under arrest.

We failing an open-booked test.

We re-walking chest to chest down history’s road,

Just rewatching history go,

Here acting like it’s a Sherlock Mystery show.

But we don’t even need Treehouse,

Nancy Drew,

Or even the fucking Mystery Inc Crew

To know what goes bump in the night,

Because it’s happening hand over fist in plain sight.

But we still got people wondering and spreading lies in spite,

Telling ghost stories of what REALLY goes on when we turn off the light.

There is cabal in the fall

You don’t need warnings of millionaires meeting at Bohemian Grove

Like you don’t need warnings not to touch the stove.

You don’t need to believe in the Illuminati

If you were born with two eyes and ears on that body.

There’s no fucking secret tunnel where this all taking place

They are funneling your worth into their pockets right in front of your fucking face.

While wages stagnate and stock buybacks inflate,

While prisons trade publicly and lobbyists legislate,

While wars are securitized and grief is monetized,

While protest is televised and then trivialized.

Now if you are there still clicking donate,

I don’t mean it as hate

Maybe that shit false, maybe I do.

It just means while you got a pulse you’ll always be the warmest, wettest and softest to screw.

Do you whine when they are done and ready to go?

Maybe you are that fucking slow.

So clap, sing and dance for millionaire minstrel show.

Maybe you don’t care that someone keeps your wages

To buy warehouses to keep people in cages.

I saw you rage about redacted on pages,

But when you saw his name appear line after line,

You dropped that spine and fell in line.

Now you are telling me this guy was actually fine.

That’s fucking how jeering outrage expires.

The scandal fucking tires.

The cheering crowd rewires….

Now I know there’s no depth to your pool,

But is there a deep end on cruel?

Do you got on your scuba suit how deep will you go just to say that you win?

How contorted do your values get just to fit in?

Does your God know you are fine with great sin?

How does that slithering inside hold up that thin skin?

Now he promised you peace, he said America first,

But first like every imperial beast before he’s got to make the world worse.

He’s got to drop bombs enriched like himself,

Spreading his ego, pulling it in just to make the world sick like his health.

Slow pollution, dilution, persecution we give into weak-willed

Sold as the solution, the institution of a new constitution drafted while you scroll — dreams unfulfilled.

Preemptive execution

Of a revolution

They killed…

No royal blood spilled.

Borders redrawn quietly.

Currencies collapse no surprise to high society.

You are here still slack-jawed, agog,

As Netanyahu backed by Herzog,

Jinping and Vladimir

Sit back here

And watch our tail wag the dog.

This propaganda rehash

Is easy cash,

So insidiously efficient in front of our face

On hideously politically deficient populace.

They say “tell them to jump.”

The mouthpieces say “jump.”

Now that someone actually did it,

Point the machine at the one who said it.

Now if we took more than a moment or a second in time

Instead of treading the horrible horrors of Lovecraftian unknowable unthinkable crime

Detailed in gory sick detail line by line,

We’d truly understand the value of knowing,

See through the data dumps and proverbial snowing.

We’d understand that nobody ever planned for someone to land it.

They said faults in the wolf after everyone cried it.

In the end results didn’t matter.

They just wanted the people divided, speculating over a splatter.

Now they’ve got you muddy and hollow.

You’ll look up and wonder, “What did I get for the path that I follow?”

If I could hear your thoughts, if I could hear you confess,

My gut’s best guess is that you have even less.

And I know knowing that truth hurts even more

Than the patronizing sloganeering and not knowing for sure.

And I know this because it’s happened before.

[clip: “Davon haben wir nichts gewusst.”]

Or We knew nothing of that…

Of course you didn’t.

You didn’t sleep where you shat.

But now I see you under the same boot that you licked.

Do you get it? Has it clicked?

Or under its weight do you deny history’s weight and give in to your hate?

Tell me quick…

Before it’s too late.