Paintings, photography, aesthetic objects, beautiful communication, and anything I consider to be art, artful, artistic, artsy or whatever.
Art is subjective. It is a quality of communication can be contributed to by the viewer through empathy or agreement with its creator.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
The higher the monkey can climb the more he shows his tail.
Call no man happy ’til he dies.
There’s no milk at the bottom of the pail.
God builds a church.
The Devil builds a chapel like the thistles that are growing ’round the trunk of a tree.
All the good in the world you can put inside a thimble and still have room for you and me.
If there’s one thing you can say about Mankind: there’s nothing kind about Man.
You can drive out Nature with a pitch fork but it always comes roaring back again.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
For want of a bird the sky was lost.
For want of a nail a shoe was lost.
For want of a life the knife was lost.
For want of a toy a child was lost.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
Here is a documentary film about the greatest inventor in the history of Earth: Nikola Tesla.
This man, alone, is responsible for the patented inventions that provide us with a multitude of electric and electronic technology we take for granted today. His most important invention, FREE ENERGY, has been squashed and suppressed by OIL COMPANIES and bankers and politicians who ensure that you and I are economic slaves to their despotic control of the energy supply on Earth.
Some more of Telsa’s most famous inventions and discoveries:
Alternating Current
Light – Of course he didn’t invent light itself, but he did invent how light can be harnessed and distributed.
It’s time to start some more wars, boys and girls. The CIA, working forThe Zionist Bankers and War Profiteers and the Whore Politicians they pay for (Congress, etc..), need more money again. They want to invade Iran and Syria and North Korea and control the entire planet. They need YOU to join the military and die for them! They need YOU to pay your taxes and ask no questions! These psychopathic murderers have been doing the same old SHIT for thousands of years! There are only a TINY number of them, compared to the total population. Are we really STUPID enough to keep letting these fucking madmen destroy civilization over, and over, and over again?! What the Fuck, people? What the Fuck? How much death and stupidity is enough?
“Masters Of War”
“Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion’
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.
You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins.
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand over your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.”
