"Since the market tends to promote extreme consumerism in an effort to sell its products, people can easily get caught up in a whirlwind of needless buying and spending. Compulsive consumerism is one example of how the techno-economic paradigm affects individuals. Romano Guardini had already foreseen this: “The gadgets and technics forced upon him by the patterns of machine production and of abstract planning mass man accepts quite simply; they are the forms of life itself. To either a greater or lesser degree mass man is convinced that his conformity is both reasonable and just”. This paradigm leads people to believe that they are free as long as they have the supposed freedom to consume. But those really free are the minority who wield economic and financial power. Amid this confusion, postmodern humanity has not yet achieved a new self-awareness capable of offering guidance and direction, and this lack of identity is a source of anxiety. We have too many means and only a few insubstantial ends. The current global situation engenders a feeling of instability and uncertainty, which in turn becomes “a seedbed for collective selfishness”. When people become self-centred and self-enclosed, their greed increases. The emptier a person’s heart is, the more he or she needs things to buy, own and consume. It becomes almost impossible to accept the limits imposed by reality. In this horizon, a genuine sense of the common good also disappears. As these attitudes become more widespread, social norms are respected only to the extent that they do not clash with personal needs. So our concern cannot be limited merely to the threat of extreme weather events, but must also extend to the catastrophic consequences of social unrest. Obsession with a consumerist lifestyle, above all when few people are capable of maintaining it, can only lead to violence and mutual destruction." - Pope Francis
Nothing is more important than your love of trespassing on corporate property. Please, please - be unafraid of their fake laws. Bamboozle them with the application of your surreal arts, your sexy boy and your streaming mind. The skyscrapers must become fecund ecosystems. The endless paved mono-culture must break apart and complexify into new life.
It starts with disobeying the corporations false mirage of laws. Don't believe them. They pay actors and lawyers to look at us and chuckle, caress, glide in our hands. That is marketing. Celebities are assholes. Celebrities work for Big Brother. Ordinary citizens like you and I must be the stars of this new blockbuster. It is the movie that no-one pays $15 for but everyone goes to. The revolution is made of flesh, not pixels. It is made of faith with our feet on the ground. It is real.
Steve Jobs and Donald Trump and Barak Obama are barkers at side shows in Coney Island. They have fluorescent fluffy bears for us if we hit the target. Don't buy it. Be an organic part of the latest super storm. Fly ancient trees like spears at the killers. Be a volcano erupting beneath the Monsanto headquaters. Forgive the Halliburton and Coca Cola and Chase middle management and then bring them to the big dance. The Earth is taking over now. It is revolution that is like remembering what we actually always were. I'm going native - are you? Yes? Earthalujah!
For decades we have considered these businessmen regular citizens who simply have a different economic idea. No, in 2015, it is folly to think of people who believe in the magic power of profit-taking as reported quarterly to their invisible investors - as ordinary ambitious citizens. They are zombies. They kill living things and live on our blood.
CEOs of these companies must be surrounded and captured by their workers, who see the light. Police are among these workers. They defend property, power and as we know from recent developments - they defend their white race. The Earth is the main revolutionary here, the source of our power to return these zombies to their hell.
This is an evolutionary OK Corral. The important thing is to remember that this is real life. This is not media zombie-ism. Not the assassins of the Sopranos or Scarface to the Game of Thrones. These are the zombies who walk among us. They wear suits.
They persuade us that they know how to create prosperity. They are killing the Earth and we are the Earth. They are killing us. We will rise up with a counter faith that is so strong that we defend the Earth. A zombie in a business suit has entered my home! I feel his fetid breath, his eyes the color of the bright blue Chase logo! I am defending my loved ones! Earthalujah! EARTHALUJAH!
This week's statement by the G7 in Germany, that we would get around to de-carbonizing the world's economy by the "end of the century." Well that plan was vetted with Davos, Dotcomland and all the corporate Devils, that's for sure. Because this is like saying there's no emergency at all. Giving themselves 85 years to adjust, the leaders of the rich countries have removed any immediacy from the crisis.
Strange that in a few days we also have the "Climate Mobilization," a many-cities gathering of activists who are calling for a World War 2-style mobilization against climate chaos, a right-now radical change in our public policies. As 2400 people die in India's heat-wave and it seems every continent has its apocalypse, this would seem to be a more sensible response. A founder of the Climate Mobilization, Margaret Klein Salamon, will be with us in person in the studio to talk with the Rev, guest co-host Dragonfly, and the Director of the Church of Stopping Savitri D. Nehemiah Luckett, the musical director of the Stop Shopping Choir will be at the piano. Our producer is Jeannie Hopper, assisted by the legendary Reggie Johnson.
The CEO of the industrial ag giant that brought us Agent Orange, PCB's, bovine growth hormones, honey-bee killing neonicotinoids, suicide seeds and all the rest... spoke of his frustration with the bad reputation of Monsanto in the New Yorker last year, in the piece which attempted to assassinate the character of Vandana Shiva. This reminds us of Blackwater USA's attempted escape from its homicidal reputation by taking the completely mysterious name of "Xe".
Monsanto you cannot escape and you won't. GMO farming will be defeated by the Earth's natural powers, as expressed through the humans who join the Earth in the defense of wildness, health, and food free of corporate manipulations and fossil fuels. YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!
The strange eery quiet of American self-censoring is broken by the veteran rocker Neil Young. When I was a kid singer-songwriters and comedians were the heralds of change. And Neil Y was one of them! Now, here in 2015, he connects Starbucks to Monsanto GMO & toxic pesticides in a straightforward way. The is a rudimentary lesson in moral action. His rock lyrics are rhyming common sense. Neil Young is a special artist and his politics, working with Daryl Hannah - is right on time, just in the nick of time. Neil-a-alujah! We're gonna buy your "The Monsanto Years" album and we'll stay out of Starbucks.
https://www.change.org/p/ban-glyphosate-the-main-ingredient… Our project is rooted in the old withdrawal of services tactic that we learned from civil rights, labor, sweatshop activism. Now Monsanto receives this theater of democracy, with its glyphosates and neonicotinoids - these alarming toxins that this company has developed. These petitions are a way for us to find out who is on board, share conatct info - to begin relationships. But for us, we also want to bring our performances, our singing, preaching and gyrating holy spirit - to the sites where the toxins are delivered. RoundUp on the shelves of Home Depot is the low-hanging fruit. The bankers who finance Monsanto's projects and the trucks that ship of the stuff, the Park Department's shed where the sprayers are stored - we'll be there with a hexing prayer!
In our posse of singing-activists, we find "consensual hypnosis" in America. People get lost in these ghosty labyrinths and are fundamentalists when we get out. Militarism and consumerism - Americans are hunted by these systems on a daily basis. Right-wing apocalyptic Christianity overlaps with the other isms, like inert chemicals that make a toxin like Glyphosate more persistent in the soil. We seek to break up these hypnotizers with song, polemics of joy, unashamed love in all its genders, education about Devils...
I'm thinking about non-thinking this morning, after our 5 week tour is completed, because of Monsanto and BP's strategies. The marketing of falsehoods in the case of these companies is so extreme that they resemble cults. How Monsanto explains away Agent Orange thru sentimental patriotism, even as Viet Namese children are living without limbs - you know that bad mind-magic is their corporate world. The enormity of the Whiting Refinery yesterday has another side: lies as big as their smokestacks. BP's talk about tearing down the sacrifice community of Marktown to make "green space," a vengeful fiction.
They don't care if they are unbelievable. They create a general field of confusion, as important as the barbed wire around their toxic furnaces. We aim our unconfused joyful song at them, betting that a single person within their offices, wavering, has a dream.
Marktown, Indiana is a sacrifice community surrounded by the tar sands refinery owned by BP. The choir and I met with about 60 local residents. The violence they have in their lives - we spent the first half hour asking questions, looking into eyes, listening, hugging. Of course the preacher had to preach, but the testimonies of Marktown people were so moving, it made the songs more passionate, like a town hall meeting turned into a musical. At the end we gathered in a big circle and prayed for health and radical change - that Marktown would flourish and the refinery would be shut down. It is a toxic monster, the local mortality is hard to take in.... and it's those same corporations again, BP and the Koch Bros. the most conspicuous owners. Then we walked across the highway onto refinery property and got in as close as we dared and sent one last prayer, or was it a curse?
And so the FASTER, MONSANTO DIE! DIE! tour continues as the choir and I take the PATH train to Exchange Place, Jersey City. The show is Friday night at 7 PM and its FREE! https://www.ticketfly.com/…/849545-reverend-billy-his-stop…/
After Hurricane Sandy the famed independent radio station WFMU rebuilt a theater into the first floor of its headquarters at 43 Montgomery, and called it Monty Hall, after the permanently smiling game show host of the 60's and 70's. We will be live on the WFMU signal from 7 to 8 PM, so we have to land our show at 59 minutes. I guess we'll take the stage with a huge clock.
But what if the hip-shaking Earthalujah spirit takes us into flight? Well, we'll have to come to and get realistic at 7:59. Or the show's host "Billy Jam" can leave us in flight by grabbing the mike and saying goodnight while we writhe in the eternal mosh pit of the spirit.
I always wanted to be Wile E. Coyote, unknowingly running off the cliff. Wiley then sees a little farm far below him and knows that he will die a horrible death, and begins to fall. But then, he FALLS UP... That's what we'll do Friday. We will fall into the sky.