Dynamite=dunamis
robinlandseadel at comcast.net
robinlandseadel at comcast.net
Wed Feb 28 06:46:54 CST 2007
Joseph T:
Weird shit . I just checked the archives and nobody's posts for the
last 7-12 posts are getting back to me. Far weirder, someone just
bought the up to date domain name for my company glass arts website
and I can't find out who or what the f. This is probably paranoid
and an invitation to silliness, but particularly directed to
robinlandseadel who seems to know some interesting folk. Does anyone
think "they" are messing with low level grass roots activists?
Guess it's time again, once more, for:
Proverbs for Paranoids:
1. You may never get to touch the Master,
but you can tickle his creatures.
2. The innocence of the creatures is in inverse
proportion to the immorality of the Master.
3. If they can get you asking the wrong questions,
they don't have to worry about answers.
4. You hide, they seek.
5. Paranoids are not paranoid because
they're paranoid, but because
they keep putting themselves, fucking
idiots, deliberately into paranoid situations.
-- Collected from Gravity's Rainbow,
pgs. 237, 241, 251, 262, & 292
And, of course, my mom's mantra (all together now):
"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're
not out to get you". In any case, my sense is that my
e-mails don't get messed with and that the noisy but
generally civilized (and often intellectually O.T.T )
goings-on onboard this here toilet ship are not even
glanced at by NSA, usw., 'round these parts. 'Course,
all our yammerings---and all of our on-line activities---
are accessible to the Guvment thanks to the Patriot Act,
among a host of other "law enforcement" tools. Way, way
back in the day---during the hight of the Civil Rights
Movement---our phones were tapped. And I'm sure that my
mom's later activities attracted some attention, doubtless still
being archived. As all these activities were non-violent, jail
time was usually limited to less than a week, though
occasionally something Bea would do would stick in "their"
craw enough to earn the lady an extended stay at one of the
finer re-educational facilities. No more than a month, though.
Finally, ". . . .Like others sorts of paranoia, it is nothing
less than the onset, the leading edge, of the discovery
that everything is connected, everything in the Creation,
a secondary illumination---not yet blindingly One,
but at least connected. . . ." (pg. 717---in my [newish] version)
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