Sunday, January 5, 2020

Rust


Rust
Steel sheets bound,
A riveting performance.
Four walls hold up two doors
that protect the implements of action.
A strong home of Purpose.

The water of years
Poured on, a sedimentary degradation
that eats away at protective paint
An accumulation of life giving droplets
Oxidizing the sturdy walls.

Gone to rust,
Metal left untended, neglected to ruin.
The humble heatbox
slowly withers; powerful tools within
Eaten up by the very stuff of Life.

Thoughts of Time:
Like the rain, its cumulative effects create
ever evolving landscapes
of memory that fade, as the
Scenery and Self becomes an Other, transformed.

Personal Oxidation
is inevitable only if
Vigilance is lost.

So I stand, fighting the ever accumulating
transgressions of Time
With fulfillment of Purpose
and never-ending joy at Opportunity
to use implements of action

Free of rust, Free of the collapsing weakness of neglect.
-D. Atchison 5/22/16

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Dust and Ashes

We are but dust and ashes. Dust and ashes collated together and slowly sifting silently screamingly apart. Everywhere, flora flourishes and greenery grows yet slowly their metabolism slows and finally father time and mother earth conspire and chill the earth entire with a frostfall most dire and makes of Harrison a liar for the sun doesnt come because this is Iowa, and instead comes the clouds, instead comes the dread-ful dire gray clouds covering the sky as bodies are covered by shrouds, and heaven knows the streets will need plows. And all this but a reminder that time (gather ye rosebuds while ye may) is fleeting, and despite all the world's Mr. Keatings the poets are nevertheless dead, and though a tear or three may be shed, another rises in their stead even as another flower rises after its death, but keyword, another, not simply meaning in this case a copy, but an Other, an entity not as the entity before. So aside from the bullocks about a circle of life it's a damned trick. We are but dust and ashes, and after us there will be more dust and ashes in different configurations.

So stop wasting time on deliberation and damnation and frustration and fix our problems NOW goddamnit, because a whole world of Other doesn't need our fight to fight or our bothers to bother, and doesn't need our forgotten hopes and cherished nightmares, and doesn't need the foul machinations of the bloated demons in their flesh and blood lairs. Perhaps I am saying doom, just spreading some gloom but the world needs doomsayers and dragonslayers. They're getting bigger everyday and their fires burn deeper as their self aggrandizement seeps farther and farther into our subconscious minds through passive bombardment of our senses with a thousand different sentences that all end with different tenses but whose aim is the same, to win the game, to invade your brain and to fill you with the shame that they have lain at your appearances, as you suddenly become not skinny enough, not filled with god's own vim and vigor (and certainly not if you're a ++ or - - match) and not full of enough fear of god (beneficent overlord though he's 'supposed' to be), and you haven't seen your doctor often enough and you can't please a woman and your hair's run off your head like an avalanche and you are not orange enough of complexion today, and when you see your reflection you are lost in introspection of lost youth and shattered self image..

Thank God, (Only Mr. Christian God please, this is Amurica, and Gawd Blessit) there's such wonderful products and gizmo's to make you feel less full of the hate for the You that has grown from ashes and dusts to be a beautiful human being capable of thought and the creation of things that were not previously of this world, that has developed creation, and even stories that explain the creation of Creation, but then has even created things to make him hate himself. And who successfully uses this astounding ability to create problems that last beyond themselves that inflict their damnable influence on Others, like crippling debt and war crimes. The dance has to end somewhere, the orchestra's tired and the obbligato is now obligatory and all-encompassing, having fallen from its baroque independence. And thus, the Downfall, be it Milton's rendition or the modern story arch, the Downfall is inevitable and fast approaching.  More dust and ashes will rise from the fire of its crescendo descent into madness, and a different world will rise again, as from Rome, as from Constantinople, as from the steppes, as from the sand and rivers of Persia, as from the Lion's of the ever sunny Empire as from the USSR. as from every single new flash in the pan of time that follow nothing but endless iterations of the same conflagrations in different configurations but nevertheless ending with 6 feet of the deep dark earth, or 2100 Fahrenheit in a small firey box before being scattered on the wind. 

So what next? To admit that we are nothing and no one but the changes we leave upon the face of the earth for Others to be affected by. And to therefore inevitably conclude that we must be the change (as has been said) we wish to see in the world, as backbreaking and hard as that might come to be, because no new person who we've never met deserves to be landed with a pile of our failure. I know that every other previous generation has been landed with some other generations pile of shit but if we don't stop it now then who the fuck ever will? Do it now, for tomorrow you die. 
arete

Livin Thin/The Man. Lyrics: ByeByeEye. Song: Blockhead, Insomniac Olympics

Follow the link to the song so it makes more sense.
https://youtu.be/UhDztJ9UY-c

intro: (during trumpet)
Life goes on, with or without you, in front of you or beside you. make em feel it, make em steal it, as long as they deal with it. 
 intro ii: (after beat drops)
You gotta leave your mark son, butcha know you can't, cause it's already been done, in the sum of one, you're tha one and done, you're one and done, you're done, you're one and done. 


Verse 1: (when bass starts)
Fresh like lightning, strong like the sunrise, you can't bear to see the deep look in those eyes. Went to live and learn but now my storm dries. Tryin to live up to my family ties, but can't do a thing wit these lies that I despise, weeping like clouds on a distant shrouded shore, tryin to keep away from tha bloody sword, but why's living gotta be such an endless chore, yeah, livin on this shore, man, livin on this floor, what the fuck in life you got to do dat will be worth fightin for? (last word beat and bass cut)


Verse 2:(after piano break, when beat drops down)
You been on that long sad road since the long day begun, but it aint got nothing on ya son, just an increasin sum ta show, ta pay the shit you owe back to tha suit man.  How can you stand this game, what is a name when all you got is pain? Yeah ha, make it rain make it rain, but who's got the soul for that strain ? Who's gonna play that game? Who's gonna live with that shame?  Listen to my words as they leave my throat chamber, youve got nothin, a false prophet screaming at the sun, you lost every single thing that you won, you can't live for long under the rule of dat fat cat thumb. You look like a lost puppy son, you look like you bit down on that big gun, like you cant tear the snare, like you cant wear your share. stop crying for the world to care.


Chorus: (wait until singing starts)
Fresh fire lightning choir, that cry that's full of desire. I try to climb the ladder but it only gets me higher. What's this whole life, the world's greedy little liar? He wearin a wire-in, reportin to who hired him, but she gone and fired him, and she's just livin in through sin, livin shitty down in the dirt and she livin thin. 


(speed read during piano break)
it makes me wonder sometimes, if I killed myself, would anyone notice, would the world hickup, would the phones pickup and would the friends live up? maybe, maybe maybe, but baby what the fuck does it matter? you're madder than da hatter, spitting out dark matter to light up the stage 


(over and over again during beat parts)
6543 is that tha years it's got to be?....
In the end sum we're all one, we're all one, you'll see.


Chorus ii: (2nd time high singing part flows again)
Fresh fire lightning choir, that cry that's full of desire. I try to climb the ladder but it only gets me higher. What's this whole life, the world's greedy little liar? He wearin a wire-in, reportin to who hired him, but she gone and fired him, and she's just livin in through sin, livin shitty down in the dirt and she livin thin. 

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Billionaire Anti-Gay Activist Frank VanderSloot Attacks Free Speech With Threats of Legal Action

I was reading an article today which wasn't the first to delve into various activities of one Frank Vandersloot, as this story has been addressed before by such names as Mother Jones and Forbes, along with numerous Idaho local news outlets. However, this is a comprehensive story about what can only be described as critic bullying, questionable business practices, and anti-LGBT thuggishness. Below follows an excerpt from said article. To read the whole thing (please do) follow the link at the bottom. His power to silence critics ends when enough people know about his shady tactics that it becomes financially unfeasible to continue them.

Read on:
The quoted text comes from the Salon article written by Glenn Greenwald.

"The examples of VanderSloot’s silencing of critics are numerous. On February 6, Mother Jones posted an article about VanderSloot and Melaleuca by its staff reporter, Stephanie Mencimer, headlined “Pyramid-Like Company Ponies Up $1 million for Mitt Romney.” It detailed VanderSloot’s ties to Romney, the controversial business history of Melaleuca, and the attacks on (and community outing of) Zuckerman by VanderSloot for his Boy Scout/pedophile investigative series. But for the last full week, if one clicked on the link to where that story once was on the Mother Jones website, the article was no longer there, replaced by an “Access Denied” error message.
That’s because Mother Jones – like so many outlets which have written about VanderSloot over the years — quickly received objections and a demand for retractions from Melaleuca’s in-house lawyers (and then received the same thing from Kirkland & Ellis, a large law firm retained by Melaleuca in D.C., where the Mother Jones bureau is located). So alarmed were Mother Jones editors at the prospect of being sued by such deep pockets that they did not edit the piece in accordance with the dictates of Melaleuca lawyers but actually removed the entire article from the Internet, and, until yesterday afternoon, it had been deleted for more than a week. Mencimer’s article was re-posted only late yesterday. The revised article contains numerous tortured edits and corrections (all about trivial issues) designed to placate VanderSloot’s lawyers and to correct what were a couple of minor errors; tellingly, nobody fromMother Jones was willing to be quoted, even anonymously, for this article.
On February 10 — four days after the Mother Jones piece was first posted – Forbes published an article entitled “Meet the Men Behind Romney: Four Contributors Mitt Probably Doesn’t Want You to Know About”. Written by Elliot Suthers – a Forbes blogger and GOP operative (he worked on the campaigns of McCain 2008 and Saxby Chambliss) — the article examined what it called (based on this 2004 Forbes profile and complaints to government agencies) Melaleuca’s “somewhat shady business model,” and also referenced the “number of anti-gay causes” which VanderSloot has funded.
But again, if you click on the link to the Forbes site where the article originally appeared — here – you will be greeted by a message error; the only evidence of the article is found from other sites that linked to itForbes, too, received complaints from Melaleuca lawyers which caused them to remove the article entirely. The very day the article was published, Melaleuca’s General Counsel, Ryan Nelson, sent an email to Suthers (as well as to various Forbes editors) accusing him of making “defamatory statements” and directing: “We expect immediate action here and no more stonewalling from you.” It warned them that “this is serious business” that “will escalate this quickly if you do not help us resolve these issues immediately.”

Read the rest of the article here: 

Monday, April 4, 2011

PolS 421 Constitutional Law, Constitutional Freedoms Essay 1

David Atchison
Pol. S. 421

Supposition:
“Moral beliefs are not a rational basis-let alone a compelling state interest- that can justify restrictions on fundamental rights”.


     Moral beliefs, as deeply held important facets of the human mind cannot be used on their own to justify state restrictions on fundamental rights, quite simply because they are not affected by rationality. The statement is not meant to indicate that moral beliefs are unimportant, or even that they have no part in consideration of law, but rather that moral beliefs by themselves are not sufficient justification for laws that restrict fundamental rights. The reason for this is that moral beliefs are matters of faith, matters of personal conviction: they are beliefs, and as such, they differ from person to person. They are deep-seated parts of who people are, not usually subject to change by argument.

     One might perhaps challenge this definition by stating that moral beliefs are in fact inherently rationed judgments the people make after much consideration. This is not true in all cases and this invalidates it for legal judgment; people are often given their values by their upbringing, by custom, by religious institutions, by any number of individual factors and circumstances. They are thus concrete beliefs that are also almost wholly individual, different from one another, and therefore not a fair standard to use in the judgment of laws that affect all people. A different standard must be used, and logical argument has been the standard used by the Court since its outset. The reason behind this is that logical argument either stands or falls on its own merits, and is subject to modification, invalidation, strengthening, indeed, any number of changes effected by exposure to different perspectives; this separates it from beliefs, and therefore allows its use in judgment. This is not to say it has no place in the creation of law. For instance, it is a moral statement to declare that killing other human beings is wrong. However, it is not merely on the moral stance against killing that laws against murder are based. It is the fact that killing itself harms the state by depriving it of human potential; it physically and factually harms the state. There are other interests and facts that fully justify the creation of laws against murder.

     The first point of support for this thesis is provided by two cases that address a morally charged issue, abortion.  Justice Blackmun’s opinion in Roe v. Wade (833) purposefully distinguishes logical reasons for a compelling state interest in prenatal life from a simple statement of belief, “Logically, of course, a legitimate state interest in this area need not stand or fall on acceptance of the belief that life begins at conception…” (835, emphasis added). The court expresses no opinion on the belief itself, because it is not its function to decide morality. In deciding this case, the court relies on logical thought, scientific and medical information to determine a balancing point between rights of the woman and the compelling state interest in the preservation of life. With reference to the question of this paper, the compelling state interest here is the preservation of life, an objective logically connected to the continued existence of the state. It is expressly not the preservation of the moral belief in life at conception, because no medical or scientific evidence for that belief is extant. Therefore, the court rejects moral beliefs as a compelling state interest and a rational basis. Planned Parenthood v. Casey (845) provides further support and clarification on this point while defining the Court’s roll in defining “liberty” as it appears in the 14th amendment to the Constitution. The court is defined as having traditionally exercised “reasoned judgment”, and furthermore defines the court as having an “obligation (is) to define the liberty of all, not to mandate our own moral code” (847). This gets at the nature of moral belief and the reason it cannot be a compelling state interest or a rational basis for sustaining law standing on its own: these beliefs differ from person to person precisely because they are beliefs, and it is not the Court’s place to define these things, therefore, it cannot use moral codes as a rational basis for its decisions and must rely on verifiable facts, and logical argument.

     The case Griswold v. Connecticut addresses a similarly morally active issue, contraception. The moral consideration of this question comes from the fact of contraception providing easier means for extramarital affairs. In finding the existence of a penumbral fundamental right of privacy in the confines of marriage, the court does not in fact even mention the moral considerations in preventing access to contraception. Rather, the argument centers entirely upon the inherent invasion of privacy that would be allowable under the law. The law forbid the use of contraceptives rather than regulating their manufacture or sale (825), and therefore was too broad in its sweep. The act of enforcing the law would be inherently invasive of a traditionally private space. The possible moral inspirations for the law are here so irrelevant that they’re not even mentioned in the opinion of the judges. Here the rational enforcement of the law and the effect its existence has upon the private space of a marital bedroom is at issue, and the law is decided upon this basis.

     I come to Bowers v Hardwick because it provides an opportunity to demonstrate misapplication of moral principles, and the vigorous dissent offered by Justice Blackmun does much to explain this opinion as objectionable. The majority opinion makes the judgment entirely a case of moral belief by framing it as providing for a right to homosexual sodomy. Furthermore it makes the claim that “law, however, is constantly based upon notions of morality” and goes on to make a slippery slope claim regarding the number of laws that would be invalidated by a different opinion. The problems with this argument boil down to an essential misunderstanding of the reasons behind previous decisions. The counter argument to their decision is NOT in fact that no law has a moral basis, or that any law with a moral basis cannot stand, as the majority claims, but rather that a moral belief is not a sufficient reason to make laws that restrict a fundamental right to privacy previously identified in Roe, in Skinner, and certainly in Griswold. 

     The following statement from the dissent applies to the question, “The legitimacy of secular legislation depends instead upon whether the state can advance some justification for its law beyond its conformity to religious doctrine” (876). Religion, a major factor informing moral beliefs, cannot be the sole justification of secular laws because the beliefs of different religions are inherently different, not necessarily common to all, just as moral beliefs in general are not necessarily common to all, and therefore, not good enough to be the sole factor of consideration in questions of law. 

     Similar proof is found in Romer v. Evans. In his dissent, Justice Scalia, (as always) makes his position floridly clear, and in so doing gives voice to moral judgment, stating that moral disapproval has acted as inspiration for laws of long standing. This dissenting opinion is incorrect again because the case is not a moral issue at all. The morality of homosexuality is not at issue. Rather, it is the unfair treatment of a specified group of people that is questionable. The majority opinion focuses on the factual effects of the amendment and the essentially blatant targeting of a specific group of people for unfairly different legal treatment. The morality of homosexuality is not even close to being the issue, and it’s telling that the dissent makes much of the law as “a rather modest attempt by seemingly tolerant Coloradans to preserve traditional sexual mores” (881), which is not at all why the court declared the amendment unconstitutional. What comes out of this decision is again, not that morals are not a factor in law, or that they are not important, but rather that they, as privately held deep seated elements of humanity, cannot be the deciding factor, a compelling state interest or function as a rational basis when it comes to public law that applies in common to all.

Rotunda, Ronald D. Modern Constitusional Law: Cases And Notes, Seventh Edition. St. Paul, MN: West Group, 2003.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Battles Lost

I'm no prodigal son
but lately
I've lost more battles
than I've won.

I'm nothing new under the sun;
it's just I've
Screamed silent for an
iron lung.

I'm clawing at the walls
of my own
Self-centered sickness
of psyche.


Waiting for my song to be sung
Waiting for that bell to be rung
Telling my jury to get hung.
Screaming, Screaming alone for my
Iron lung.


Three characters:
Arrogant.
Self-interested.
Shallow.
I never meant to be
Those things that somehow
became me.


Time to stop waiting.
Time to stop taking.
Time to start giving.
Time to start living,
else scream forever.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I Am Scoti, I Am Picti, I Am Albany

The pipes, the pipes
are calling me to war.
The drones strike resonance
in my bones.
I feel my forefathers hands
in my own, gripping my hilt.
       I am the Sword.

The pipes, the pipes
are calling me home.
The drones remind me
of the loom.
I feel the wool in my hands;
Highland homespun pride.
       I am the Tartan.

The pipes, the pipes
are calling me to the plow.
The drones thrum resonance
in the stones,
as the cas chrom turns them up
Freeing granite from earth.
      I am the Bere.

The pipes, the pipes
are calling me to sing
The drones play harmony
in my heart;
I hear the bard and fili
Signing from Border to Highland.
       I am the Poeta.

The pipes, the pipes 
are calling me to woe.
The drones echo in my soul
singing of death.
I feel the passing of years
That brought winnowing of free Scotland.
       I am Albany.