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26 Monday Aug 2024

Posted by mtk in 2024, beliefs, Commentary, history, politics, social media

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commentary, globalism, history, politics

The truth is arranged in stacked plates.

People at the top share information and power sparingly, and only with those willing to learn the system and play along. Even at the highest levels of education, students are programmed.

You have to have more than curiosity, or a desire to know it.  The deciders have more than money and power. They have a collective desire to sustain the narrative with its untruths sequestered.

And the cost is the forced agreement with the column of empty spaces between the plates – where omissions define what governance and society hide.

This is how the general notion of truth is composed. It is littered with untruths, and composed of fantastic, illogical agreements authored by untrustworthy men.

They seek to make an image of truth like a singular, linear thing that leads back to the past and on into the future, with the empty spaces between of their denials and lies making it more like a columnar, circling line than anything, a coil.

I was given more access than most because of how I chose to target my intellect. I studied history and political science at school and then the development of our information media during the past thirty years.

Before the Internet, their truth seemed far less universal or evident. It seemed suspect

But what has been hidden, the layers to which I am not read-in, are what I fear defines our society now.

The Colonial Era, which defines this world from the vantage of white people, is the author. Almost everything about our accepted history is an exaggeration told to substantiate and support a system that is corrupt and favors the white, European perspective.

The history of the winners of the last 500 years is insane.

The attempted genocide of entire Nations – begun with their navigation of the seas in massive ships designed to plunder and oppress – continues, abated only slightly by their perception of having mapped the entirety of our world’s territory.

Yet it is substantiated as legitimate by the creation of the context within which discussion occurs. “We must move past politics now and deal with the facts on the ground “

The authoritarian fascists and right-wing elements arising throughout Europe and the USA are coldly expressing their denial of the consecutive and continuous untruths and attempt to make the entire world accept their narrative.

In it, ancient peoples and billions of them throughout Asia and Africa are still considered barbaric hordes of heathens. There is a firm unwillingness to shatter the absurd fallacy.

Worse, the engine of the world is being driven, at an alarming speed, to blow past truths to accept the narrative. We must stop. We must stop now.

An honest reassessment of the Colonial Era – including a full reassessment of the validity of nations and states from Palestine to Park City, Utah – is an imperative of truth.

Reparations and reconciliation cannot begin in a climate of international denial of truths for contractual agreements between corporate entities that control the most important of our planet’s resources.

Humanity has exceeded the capacity of nature to control us and, for at least a hundred years now, at an alarming speed, become the greatest force of damage and destruction and violent rape of the natural world. We must stop.

The invention of a society willing to ignore truths to support a fantasy projection of a nation state emerged from the creation of information media that directly contradict the truth and program people to believe their narrative.

Individual free-thinkers who know better exist everywhere. Riding the information media, one can see we exist, but we are neutralized by an inability to overcome the massive noise that drowns out the truth.

How can we get this whole thing to stop and look honestly at the lies? How are we to unpack the propaganda and jingo?

The USA isn’t anything it says it is anymore, in the same way the Soviet Union wasn’t when it fell apart.

Yet we are all forced to call it the greatest country in the world, obliged to praise and never criticize how it has come into being or what it engages in globally to protect the powerful corporate interests who compose the narrative.

Even to say openly that the attempted genocide of the First Nations in the Americas is a far more terrible thing than the attempted genocide of the Jews by Hitler’s Reich is considered wrong-minded.

We are forced to accept that shit just happened to the red man.

To the brown man.

To the black man.

They lost. “We” won.

The USA just exists.

And now the same narrative approach is taken with Israel.

Only it’s not a 275 year old continuous lie, it’s a hundred year old one.

The single coiled line of their historical narrative cannot stand the suggestion of the truth that these nations do not and can not legitimately exist without massive, international brain washing.

Every “citizen” of the USA – born here or not – is responsible for this giant, coiled stack of lies of omission. The only way forward is to admit it is a house of cards.

The Republicans will never do this. The spook George Herbert Walker Bush and his powerful, secret society seized control to ensure the narrative will not die

If the Democrats represented a chance for the truth after Nixon and led by Carter, Reagan covered up for Bush and his cronies to crush that and the Clinton Establishment destroyed it further through the compromises and contracts of Globalism – with alliances in Israel, Europe and around the world.

Both parties now represent the cementing of the false narrative in order for the USA to exist. They are in fact one party – much like the Soviet Union when it ended.

We must be honest. We must stop the train of this madness and reassess the entirety of the project. We must have the courage to lead the world in self-critical assessment of our society, identification of its wrong-doings, and in reparations and reconciliation for these.

We must lead other nations to this before a true globalism can exist.

You have to break free. Figure out how.

Unlike

18 Sunday Aug 2024

Posted by mtk in 2024, Commentary, philosophy, poetry

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me, self, unlike, you

I am unlike everyone else on this planet because I have done nothing but travel, read, think and party. I have avoided jobs, family and friends because they all demanded I compromise myself. but I read Emerson at 14:

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.“

So I have been myself for at least 43 years and it has cost a lot of relationships. I won’t play along with things I don’t agree with.

I don’t blame all of you for buying in. I blame some of you for selling out. But the thing I resent is that since you bought in or sold out you decided to apply condescending judgements against me as an outsider to what you chose to be a part of.

You married assholes all expect me to revere married life as some higher place. You people with families have a LOUD, UNIVERSAL CLAMOR about the virtues of family. Families are mostly fucked collections of bullshit responsibilities to people who share some DNA.

Your recriminations and requests for me to “grow up” or to join your so-called society are an offensive affront. Your societies are horseshit. You are filled with lies disguised as social truths.

You are so deluded now that you wouldn’t know a truth if it came up and bit you on the nose.

You think Oswald killed Kennedy. You think those towers fell down by themselves. You think democracy exists and capitalism hasn’t OWNED it for decades. You think you have free will.

You believe in gods out of fear of looking at the truth.

There is no God. There is no anthropomorphic he or she to praise or punish we.

You are so profoundly manipulated by your compromises that to speak to you about truths is impossible because – and this I just can’t believe – you will deny it, call me crazy and cover your ears.

You maintain the falsity out of fear of looking at the truth and being responsible for it.

The only sad thing is the lack of shame you have for all this.

I may be totally alone. But I know the truth and I fear nothing. Sucks ta be you.

San Gregorio Lagoon

15 Thursday Aug 2024

Posted by mtk in 2024, Coastal Cali, Road Trips

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The Inn at San Francisco

09 Friday Aug 2024

Posted by mtk in 2024, Commentary, S.F.

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california, Francisco, Lands, leaving, media, Outside, San, social, Twitter, X

It’s a narrow but quiet and well-appointed spot just off Union Square on Post. My sixth floor room has windows that open and I can see the back of the immense billboards that surround the square and the bronze woman atop the Philippines War Dewey Monument within it.

Dedicated to Admiral George Dewey, it commemorates his victory in the Battle of Manila Bay during the Spanish–American War. I want to replace it with a massive Foucault’s Pendulum.

The ‘coffee at 8am’ is in a small, cramped area and the guests all stood around trying to get what they wanted from a selection of muffins, bagels, bread-y treats, yogurt and fruit – or created plates to carry back to their rooms. I grabbed a slice of cold bread stuffed with spinach and a coffee and left.

It’s meagre and the coffee is plain, boring. They had oat milk, though – amazing how swiftly that became popular in the last few years. I came back to the room and discovered this is a hotel owned by The Oxford Collection. It is quiet, and tucked away.

It’s the weekend of Outside Lands, a music festival held in Golden Gate Park that I protested when it was proposed. It’s a terrible idea to have drunk, drug-addled youth partying to loud, crazed music sets in that idyllic microsystem.

I have never been and will never go. In any case, of the hundred or so acts appearing this weekend, I have heard of exactly two. I am old and irrelevant to pop culture. It doesn’t interest me either. I use Radio Garden to find new music or vibes. I use playlists that I mix to listen to otherwise.

Speaking of the drunk, drug-addled tech crowd that have ruined San Francisco for a decade, the company formerly known as Twitter, to which we gave the insane tax-break in 2012 that allowed them and Zynga and the rest of these assholes the ability to move here … is now leaving San Francisco. As announced by that ignorant, half-wit Elon Musk this week.

So what was the point?

This town has been made worse, less humane, less sensitive and cultured, less tolerant even, by the social media crowd who came here, used it like a snot rag, and now spit on it as they leave. Good riddance. I will always hate you. Stay away, you ruinous ignorant cunts.

Driving Sylvie Home

08 Thursday Aug 2024

Posted by mtk in 2024, Arizona, cars, Coastal Cali, fishing, Road Trips, S.F., San Antonio, self portrait, travel, TX, vehicles

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350z, antonio, california, Francisco, Nissan, road, San, Sylvie, texas, trip

2200 miles. 13 days. San Antonio to Pecos, Roswell, Albuquerque, Sedona, Palm Springs, Pismo to San Francisco.

DHS

01 Thursday Aug 2024

Posted by mtk in 2024, Los Angeles, Road Trips

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california, desert, Hot, springs

1st August

Desert Hot Springs, or the DHS as it is known to locals, is a cottage community set in the small rising hills to the East of Palm Springs. It’s where the workers who serve the community live. It’s also home to the spring-fed spas for which the place is named.

The ghosts of Hollywood’s past haunt the streets and locations of Palm Springs – Bob Hope, Dinah Shore, the Rat Pack – but it’s the digital generation that travels to this community now, most significantly when they descend upon the city once a year for the music festival at Coachella. They have no idea who Bob Hope or Dinah Shore were. Los Angelenos still use Palm Springs as their getaway and that’s whom one sees (and overhears) here most: the prattle of their superficial, unexamined lives.

After driving 1500 miles from central Texas, across New Mexico, Arizona and the Mojave, I have come to a spa with spring-fed waters to relax, while Sylvie, my beloved automobile gets a full work-up for inspection and smog certification and registration at the Palm Springs Nissan dealership so she can become a Californian. We are both getting pampered.

This trip has been a ratification that I exist and I am well. I mustn’t make excuses for not being well-adjusted anymore. I have survived the blows and it is time to rise above them.

In 2022 I went around the world as a reminder that international air travel was still possible after coronavirus. This summer I proved to myself I can still road trip. These acts slowly rebuild my psyche after the death of my father, the Covid Pandemic and the death of my sister last year – blows that weakened and reduced me significantly. As I sit here in the healing waters of the desert and reflect on the side-effects of these sad years, I realize I have gained weight from the depression and slowed down significantly from a kind of ‘softness.’ I allowed myself to succumb to life instead of maintaining my position as master of my own fate.

Why?

When life deals us blows, how do we react? Why?

In my case, I tend to fold up and retreat from existence, a tactic I adopted as a child in a foreign place surrounded by strangers with strange views and values – Americans. Worse, holed up, I tend not to exercise and rather to eat too much. These are both mistakes that I have to combat actively. Just as negativity is something one has to defeat actively. The essence of emotional retreat is giving over to depression and negativity. But the mind is far more powerful than that. It can, through practice, effort and training, create positive coping mechanisms. These are the ones I must develop to continue this existence.

My plan is to hire a personal trainer, a doctor and to begin micro-dosing mushrooms.

M.T. Karthik

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This blog archives early work of M.T. Karthik, who took every photograph and shot all the video here unless otherwise credited.

Performances and installations are posted by date of execution.

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