A Flare for Spices

See if you can guess why I am posting this story now (on all accounts).

 

A Taste of Armageddon

By

Robert Garbin

 

 

The great cauldron sat deep in the fire, shimmering waves of heat rising all around.  Flames licked the soot blackened metal almost to the rim.  What could be seen of the kitchen where it boiled was a nightmare of warped selves, darkened by millennia of cooking, filled to the brim with jars of all sizes and colors, jars that contained any number of rare delicacies for the tastes of the depraved.  Light flickered off jars of spurned love, betrayed trust, and glutinous lust.  Helen reached out a fine hand covered in smudges of vanity and grabbed a jar from a shelf.  Her exquisite hair clung to her scalp in oily strands, while the porcelain beauty of her face was hidden under layers of soot and sweat.

She opened the jar and smelled the powerful aroma of polished leather and expensive cigars wafting off the influential men who had guided humanity only for personal gains, men who were careless of the costs to others.  Helen reflected on how plentiful this particular spice was now.  She carefully shook only two screaming businessmen into the bubbling cauldron, knowing full well its overpowering nature.  Pursing her full lips, she perused the glass crocks from which blood smeared bodies writhed in the throes of agony.  The mistress of the cauldron reached up to the top shelf for a jar distinguished by a bloody red cross.  Opening the lid she inhaled the cloying smell of incense mixed with sacramental wine.  Letting a wicked grin twitch one side of her mouth, Helen pulled out a hefty squealing Catholic Bishop with several child molesting Priests clinging to his legs.  A quick flick sent the caterwauling bunch into the stew.  The Bishop should add a nice hint of hypocritical self-righteousness with a lingering aftertaste of restrictive dogma towards the female gender.

Ingredients from millennia of human history weighed down the shelves of Helen’s kitchen, which made the creation of each stew an art unto itself.  Every century carried a unique note that had to be accounted for if the final product was to be worthy.  Helen walked down the long line of shelves to where the light from the fire barely touched the dark shadows and the glass containers were smoky with age.  She selected a jar from near the bottom, rubbing away the accumulated dust of ages.  From within, Helen pulled out a golden statue of a cow.  She left the squirming orgy of the makers of this false idol in the jar; their unfinished orgasms holding them in an eternally unsatisfied agony of unreleased pleasure.  Resealing the jar she placed it back on the shelf.  From a nearby nook she pulled down a bottle filled with the blind arrogance of military leaders so set in their ways that the deaths of thousands could not change their useless methods.  The bottle swirled with broken bodies in a gravy of thick blood.  Helen returned to the bubbling cauldron to add her latest ingredients.

She tossed the golden cow into the stew and watched as it melted like butter, giving an oily film to the top of the concoction.  Helen lifted a paddle from the wall and gave the contents a stir before adding in the next ingredient; the comingled smell of sins tickled her nose.  Continuing to stir with her right hand, the mistress of the kitchen upended the entire contents of the bloody bottle.  The smell of scorched earth, decayed bodies, and dried blood rose strongly from the cauldron.  Young men dying on the battle fields of hypocrisy would form the base for the Master’s soup.  Helen hung the paddle back on the wall to allow the stew time to burn a little.

She brought a delicate finger to her lips.  The challenge was to create harmony in the stew without losing the distinctive notes of each individual spice.  The arrogance of ambitious officers, while overpowering, carried the desires of all the other spices to fruition and formed the tempo that organized them into a coherent symphony.  To dilute its presence too far would turn the mixture into a chaotic blend of competing players with no direction, every flavor trying to outdo the other.  Helen pulled a tarnished spoon from the pocket of her stained apron.  With a deft flick of her hand the spoon slipped just below the surface of the thick morass and carried a steaming sample to her ample lips.  She blew softly then placed the spoon into her mouth.  The rich blood of sacrificial lambs rolled over her tongue followed by the tang of secret meetings and religious doctrines, ending with the bitter taste of betrayal.  Not quite everything she was looking for yet.

Helen tapped the spoon in her open right hand as she contemplated what to add.  She moved to a set of shelves just behind the cauldron where newer hybrid varieties of older spices glistened in their shiny bottles.  She studied the shelves for several minutes before hooking a finger around a bottle of swirling grey mist and dancing sparks.  Removing the lid, Helen caught the strong aroma of gunpowder and deception from modern war profiteering.  This particular bottle carried a stronger variety gathered from the leading councils of the NRA who reaped wild profits for the corporations they represented by making it harder to stem the tide of guns sold to criminals, while using the fear of such weapons to sell more to the public they pretended to protect.  The refined hints of misdirection, duplicity, and rabid loyalty were intoxicating.  In combination with the blind Generals, the profiteering would add a satisfying base of rampant death and misguided trust.  Helen turned and sprinkled a liberal helping, almost sneezing from the pungent smell of spent gunpowder.  She returned to the cauldron and stirred for a while.

Inspiration came to her as she worked scorched mixture loose from the sides of the great pot.  She reached to the right for a jar wrapped in red velvet.  Pulling off the velvet, she revealed a jar filled with a thick golden substance that seemed to flash as it swirled inside the bottle.  Helen tugged the stopper out and sniffed the scent of floral perfumes, stale vomit, and leftover sex, Hollywood’s finest.   Women forced into visions of splendor by old men drunk on power and lust.  Girls who worshiped at Aphrodite’s Alter and suffered through the jealous goddess’s penance of anorexia, low self-esteem, and unrewarded trust.  Helen knew all too well the costs of following the dictates of this creature of legend.  The golden spice should add a nice touch of unobtainable perfection and foolish pride, affecting men, as well as women, since they would desire the illusion more than reality.  They would punish themselves for not obtaining the ideal, while they abused their lovers for failing their dreams.  Blending with the other spices, the golden essence would bind the others in a knot of tension that would explode upon the Master’s palate.

Helen added the essence of delusion then reached for the stirring paddle before sitting on the stool near the cauldron.  The only task left was to watch over the stew to keep it from burning too much as she allowed the concoction to reduce and concentrate the blend of sins to a conflagration of flavors.  Centuries passed as she tended the great cauldron.  Civilizations rose and fell.  Finally, Helen judged the mixture complete and extinguished the nether world fires beneath the charred cauldron.  She called out to the Master’s servant Adolf, while she searched the pantry for an appropriate vessel to carry the stew to his table.  Pulling down a large golden soup tureen she returned to her stew and neatly ladled the final product almost to the brim before replacing the lid.  Turning to the immaculately dressed servant, Helen carefully placed the Master’s dinner onto the intricately etched silver tray he held out.  Without a word, since he had no mouth, Adolf turned and left the kitchen through a heavy wooden door.

He walked down a short hall as quickly as possible though the fear of spilling even a single drop caused him to sweat profusely.  Opening the door at the end of the hall, he entered a room worked to a grand scale, several miles from wall to wall and floor to ceiling.   Thousands of fine crystal chandeliers with hundreds of candles each filled the vast space with a soft burning glow.  A fireplace, five hundred feet wide and two hundred feet high, was placed in the wall opposite the entrance and before it was set a table half a mile long with hundreds of seats to a side.  The Master sat near the fireplace at the head of the table.  Without stopping, the servant Adolf moved swiftly to the Master’s side, the focus of the room weighing heavily upon him.

When he finally arrived at the near end of the table, he refrained from looking at the ornate tableware set for the Master’s favored minions, whom would eat only after the Master had deemed the meal worthy.  Unfortunately, he could not tune out the orgy of lust, treachery, and murder, which played out continuously down the length of the table’s center, droplets of various bodily fluids threatening to stain his spotlessly maintained outfit.  With great relief, Adolf finished his journey and bowed to his better before carefully filling the Master’s bowl with the steaming broth and then he moved to his place behind and to the left of his Master.

Satan inhaled the spicy mixture of lust, greed, and violence, making some guesses at the ingredients this particular cook had used.  Millennia had weathered the world bald as cook after cook had failed his expectations for the final feast, the screaming anguish of his starving horde gnawing away at his delicate temper.  Tentatively, the Master grasped an ornate spoon and broke the surface of the stew.  He closed his eyes as the smells of sins, new and old, rose from the disturbed surface, saturating his sinuses and causing his nostrils to dilate with anticipation.  Satan’s sensual lips parted as he brought the spoon slowly to his mouth.  Flavor burst upon his tongue with a release of spent tension that deposited the blood of millions to caress his palate in a celebration of carnal desires, causing his overheated skin to rise in excited response.  Subtle tones of abused childhood melded magnificently with betrayed youth and bitter old age.   Boy molesting priests, philandering husbands, and vindictive sirens merged with religious fervor, hush money, and tabloid headlines.  Blind trust answered by cruel manipulation.  Satan quivered as he tasted the slaughter of entire species and the desecration of almost all of God’s creation.  A long sigh of pleasure escaped his lips as the spoon fell to the table forgotten.

The servant twitched with fear at the cacophony of furious hunger that raced along the walls of the enormous hall, while hundreds of servants rushed forward to fill the table before the horde was freed.  Few were successful as the Master made a negligent flick of his wrist.  Even the Master’s personal servant was flung viciously to the side, ending in the great fire behind Satan, as the ravening pack annihilated anything in their path.  Most of the candles throughout the chamber were extinguished, sending the room into a nightmare of primitive sounds and fears.  Slurping sounds were punctuated with the snap of bones as even the centerpiece of human sinners was consumed.  The sharp staccato din of platters crashing to the floor echoed off the distant walls.  Overall, Satan’s satisfied chuckle could be heard.  Finally, at Satan’s command the candles relit, freezing the horde of demons in mid debauchery for which the Master smiled fondly at them.

Satan arose from his seat to walk the length of the table, hundreds of gleaming red eyes and pointed ears tracking his every step.  A lazy hand caressed the spawn nearest as he progressed down the grand feast, letting the copious amounts of blood and bile drip from his delicate fingers.  When he reached the end of the table, Satan turned to address his minions.

“Beloved, at last our great task is at hand.  I held back your succor for millennia so that your perfection would not be sullied by an inferior product.  Tonight, you have supped on the sublime creation of all my dreams and are now prepared to unleash the fullest measure of your talents upon the flawed creations of the world.  Go, go and show the heavens the will of your Master!”

But for Satan, the room was now empty.  He strode gracefully toward the kitchen entrance as a wicked grin creased his handsome face.  When he entered the kitchen, the walls were spotless, the shelves modern, and the kitchen fully outfitted.  Helen winced as her appearance changed from one of weary exhaustion to radiant beauty before her master had taken a single step into the room, grand illusions even unto the end.  The Prince of Lies entered his kitchen with a broad smile on his face and a cocky swagger to his step.

“My dear Helen, you have finally outdone yourself.  My minions would also give you their expressions of joy, if they did not have other business to attend to.”  Helen shuddered involuntarily.  “Soon all will be set right and I have you to thank.  I see now that I could not live another day without your delectable creations so I have decided to make your position permanent.”

“Noooooooo…,” Helen screamed as her legs buckled.

On the surface, cities fell and nations died.  Man finally knew the apocalypse had come.

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The Times They are A’Changing

Manhunt: Unabomber [DVD]

 

Watched this yesterday and was quite saddened for all involved if this depiction is anywhere close to the facts, being not too dramatized.  I can certainly sympathize with Kaczynski and Fitzgerald as well as those harmed by the Unabomber.  What it brought to my mine and the reason for this post is that “Time does Not heal all Wounds“.

I know it is a platitude many use to help those who are grieving and/or ease the helplessness of the person saying such, but the simple hard fact is that it does not.  If the wound is festering and untreated, as in Kaczynski’s case, almost Fitzgerald’s, then it can get worse, killing the patient and possible infecting those around them.  So take time to think about all the ways people are wounded throughout a lifetime before you decide to judge them.  Also remember that not everyone has the same ability to heal; if they did, then there would not need to be so many different medicines to heal the same illnesses.

Boners as Far as the Eye Can See.

Here is one men don’t talk about.

Given the revelations of Fox News Culture, Bill O’Reilly, Roger Ailes, Bill Crosby, Harvey Weinstein, and donald trump to name a few, I thought it appropriate to re-post one of my first entries into this blog back in June of 2012.  Can we have a discussion now?  This is an issue that men just do not deal with or if they do, they deal with it poorly by trying to be funny with it.  In truth, Americans like to think we deal with it my making it Taboo but in actuality we are making the problem, which branches out into other parts of our life as noted in the news, far worse.  Not talking about it to our children in schools and in church sets them up to fail in this area and leads to the situations we see in the news.  Stop hiding and deal with it.  Most of the problems America has now could be made better by facing the realities that so many want to close their eyes, ears, and minds to.  Not dealing with a problem doesn’t make it go away.

Amber Waves Revisited

As I said, when I posted “Amber Waves”, I planned to expand on the story with my reason for writing it.  The truth of the matter is that I am very much against scientist/businesses/man playing with genetics.  Why?

Politics, Greed, Hubris, Asbestos, Radioactive Paint for Illuminated Watch Dials, Wallstreet meltdown of 2008,  S&L Bailout, financial bubbles, the great depression, World War II, World War I, Hitler, the Holocaust, Inquisitions, Salem Witch Hunts, Enron, Tyco, torture, radical religions, Catholic Priest molestation and cover up, Three Mile Island, Chernobyl, Fukushima Daiichi, racism, poverty, gap between rich and poor, gun violence, mass murders, cults, nuclear waste, pollution, endangered species, kings and queens, fossil fuels, corporate theft, Thomas Edison (thief of movies), slavery, economic slavery, sweat shops, nuclear weapons, weapons of mass destruction, chemical weapons, napalm, agent orange, American Civil War, hunger, healthcare for profit, food recalls in time and not, corporate news, money equals speech, police arrest quotas, drug war, drug addiction, pedophiles, abusers, alcoholics, bribery, corruption, murder, saber rattling, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq, 9/11/2001, terrorism, imperialism, colonialism, Apartheid, gulags, Communism, Stalin, Pol Pot, Flint Michigan, Love Canal, Tennessee Water Authority, insider trading, lobbyists, Cuban Missile Crisis, President Reagan, President G.W. Bush, President Bill Clinton, Senator Hillary Clinton, President Trump, Newt Gingrich, Iran-Contra Affair, White Water, Watergate, McCarthyism, black listing, blackmail, hate crimes, oppression, company stores, trash, elitism, oligarchy, robber barons, rape, incest, over population, genocide, world domination, dictators, short term thinking, etc.

I could go on and on but the facts boil down to one undeniable truth, man is nowhere near wise enough to comprehend all the possible outcomes of manipulating the complex workings of DNA.  When we discovered materials that were radioactive, we thought they were safe. Ask the women that painted watch dials with radioactive paint so they would glow in the dark if it was safe.  We thought Asbestos was a wonder product, ask those that died from the cancer it produced if they think we are wise.  If we know so much about our bodies that we feel messing with our DNA is wise, how come we have such a thing as an Opioid epidemic? Why don’t we truly understand cancer and aids?  The truth is that we still do not understand the basics completely enough to play with DNA, let alone chaos theory and its wide reaching tendrils into the workings of our universe.  Then add to all this our continued failings as moral beings.  This is why I believe we should not mess with Genetics, Nuclear Fusion, or Artificial Intelligence.  Not because any of these are inherently evil but that we have shown neither the capacity or the will to tackle these sciences with the care that is needed, just look at our history of repeating mistakes.

Update on Me

Okay, so tomorrow will be the first day in years that I have no need to be anywhere that has nothing to do with vacations, holidays, or health reasons.  It has been somewhat of a challenging weekend working through the stress, anger, and bitterness of what my company has put me through the past several years, which has taken quite the toll on my physical and mental well being.  The sad part is that I believe for a vast majority of the America middle class, what I endured is not the exception but the norm.  I may post my thoughts about this soon once I have processed it all.

I will say that I have tried to keep myself busy physically to help run some of the steam out of me.  By Saturday, I began to realize, that although this was a shitty thing to have done to me, it may have been for the best.  I understood this as my heart was thumping wildly and my head was spinning.  A few extra trips to the bathroom also highlighted the point.  I was a tangled mess from trying to make unrealistic goals into reality, while the compensation for this tightrope juggling act was actually shrinking every time I looked.

While I had just been given a raise last year, the first in ten years and small at that, my medical package had increased sharply and I had just lost a significant part of my auto allowance.  I have been eating peanut butter sandwiches for lunch and buttered noodles for most of my meals along with having no entertainment packages other than netflix streaming for the past two years and I even dropped that.  I now only watch youtube videos and the occasional $5 dvd I allow myself to buy.  Eating out was a 4 for $4 Wendy’s meal that I got medium sized for $5, that didn’t happen that much.  I have been giving my company good hard work just so I could be poor.

I don’t totally blame them for that because I stayed out of comfort.  I have no desire to be a manager, which is the only way to make any more money in a company like mine.  As far as I can see, the small amount of money I would have gotten would not have compensated me for the BS I would have had to deal with and shovel.  In addition, I would not have lasted long.  I am not the type to quietly accept stupid ideas or out and out lying.  I tend to tell you how I see things whether you like it or not.  The only reason I lasted as long as I did through the last two years of idiotic changes was that my immediate boss did not pass along my questioning of the effectiveness, accuracy, and practicality of the information given to the sales force.  It needed to be said but the truth is, as in most cases, no one upstairs wanted to hear it.  Think of Wells Fargo. Anyway, I just wanted to do a good job and get a non-poverty wage, but for a lot of the middle class, this is asking too much these days.  Sad!

So, in the end, I was fighting to keep a job that was making me poor; ruining my mental, moral, and physical health; and trying to point out glaring rose colored issues to people wearing thick rose colored glasses had no worth.  I think this needed to happen for me, piss on them.  I gave them good work for most of my 16 years with them.  Not always but more often than not, even when they screwed me over royally.  The funny thing is, I used to wonder how sales reps. in my line of work could sit in their cars and pretend to actually do the job, wonder how they could fudge the work they were doing.  Now I know.  The system breaks them down.  Rocking the boat is rewarded with a quick slap of the paddle.  Bad ideas are bullied through by people that don’t have to do the work and can avoid the consequences.

So, how am I doing?  Scared, but okay so far.  I have some plans running in my head, some you may be able to help with others not.  I am taking some time to pick up the pieces that this ridiculous situation has scattered throughout my life.  I am looking at my options and hoping to find some time to do art because I deserve it.  Hopefully I will have something for you soon.  Peace.

 

 

Is it a Repeat, Is it a Political Post, or Is it Other (from my Patreon page)

“I was talking to a co-worker the other about healthcare in the US. He understands the issues but he took exception to a statement some on the left used. They said that “healthcare is a right”. His point is that no one is borne with a God given medical team at their service, which is true. No doctor was born specifically to take care if me. Hell, Adam and Eve were supposedly the only humans alive, where was their HMO.

At the time, I had no argument for this because he was right. Too often loud mouths on the left and right spout things off as being God given rights without understanding that what they call a right is a product of civilization and governmental abilities to enforce them.

So my answer now would be, no, healthcare is not a right, but it should be. That is what civilization and government is about. Too bad the greedy one percent has subverted the roles of both to mean supporting only them.”

When I finish this post, it will also be posted to my facebook page where I wrote and posted the above quote originally.  So is it a repeat?  Well, yes and no, because the intention of this post is to expand on the ideas in a similar yet different way.  Now looking at the content of the above quote, you would be led to believe this post is a political one.  Well, again, the answer is yes and no.  Yes, this is something I believe and feel that America should really think about.  No, I am not including the quote in this post mainly for that reason.  The correct answer is actually other.

I am including this quote because I want the followers of my artwork and writing to see what makes it up.  The above quote gives them a view of how I think and reason, as well as, what I value.  I admit that I have been thinking of starting a separate blog for my thoughts on politics, religion, and science; however, a part of me thinks that would be lying or hiding to or from my followers.  The truth is what you see in my art and writing is derived from my 51+ years of being on this earth.  All the views that were forced upon me before I was old enough to build my own, all the views I have since developed, and all the views I have gained from forces beyond my control are all a part of my creations.

My works are an amalgamation of the history I learned and the history I experienced.  They reflect the views I created from my formal education in history as an American and the views that grew from learning the truth behind the public histories that was swept away or covered up because the picture was unflattering.  My works contain derivations from daily life experiences that show the reality I see as opposed to the fiction displayed and worshiped by the masses.  They also contain things that fascinate me, catch my eye, or make me laugh.  My creations are full of the absurd, the beautiful, and the evil.  They are criticisms, warnings, and hopes all wrapped up in one.

So, the true reason of this post is to share what makes me, me and what makes my creations what they are.  I want to share all that goes into my works, even the whining you see on occasion.  Yes, I am aware that my pleas for patrons to My Patreon Page at times are very whiny in nature but there are reasons.  First, I am desperately unhappy in the job I am doing now.  Not that the work is that difficult other than the shear volume of it, but more for the fact that it wears on my moral fiber and is so mismanaged that I am often frustrated.  In addition, financially, I am sliding backwards.  That is why I am trying so hard to bring my creativity to the fore in a way that I can feel good about and hopefully become my livelihood.   Second, when you see my whinier posts understand that I am at my lowest ebb.  Either work issues, physical pain, financial woes, and/or frustration have combined to cause me to despair for my future and you are getting the overflow, sorry about that.  Finally, all of the above also becomes part of my creations.  Contrary to what some fans would like their favorite creators to do, we do not live in vacuums, separated from the rest of the world.  If we did, our collective output would be garbage.

To conclude, I will be posting as much of everything that I think and do on this site as I can.  I suggest that those who are really interested in what I make take a look at the entirety of this blog to see where I have come from and how I look at problems.  That way you will have a richer understanding of my works.  Bones.

Before You Get too Proud of Yourself

It has been a while since I made a political post and I hope it will be some time again before I write another, but I feel it is important to have my say before things happen that people will want to quickly forget about.  Shame on America, shame on all Republicans and shame on all Democrats for what you have done to this country.  Because of your greed, hatred, and apathy has brought to this country the plague that is the Donald Trump Presidency, including the oozing, pustular sores that are the Senate and Congress.

Shame on the Republican Party for letting their greed become the root for the tree of Neo-Nazis and White Supremacists.  A greed so all consuming that you forsook your obligation to protect America from all threats, external and internal.  Shame on all decent Republican Americans who allowed their better Angels to be suffocated in their sleep by the devils of their darker nature.  Shame on you for forgetting histories lessons from the World and the United States, which would have told you exactly what would happen when you put Trump into power.

Shame on the Democratic Party for choosing to support the greedy donors over the suffering people at home and abroad.  Shame on you for the same greed that allowed the Republicans to overlook every glaring fault of their candidate.  You are not blameless when it comes to Hillary Clinton, the only candidate on a par with Donald Trump for sleazy, corrupt leadership.  Shame on all Democrats for voting for either worthless candidate for fear that the other would get in.  The damage to this country is as much your fault as it is the Republicans.

Shame on all Americans who have carried a swelled sense of Pride from our victories in WWI and WWII.  Your pride allowed you to blind yourself to the horrible things our government has done in the name of American Interests (commonly known as corporate greed).  We have backed dictators, murderers, drug dealers, thieves, monarchs, and torturers in the name of profit and cheap oil.  We have turned a blind eye on the use of chemical weapons and torture for the sake of convenience.  The greed of our banking industry and financial markets have brought ruin upon this earth many times and still we drink the poisoned kool-aid.

Shame on Republicans and Democrats alike for turning away from the historic opportunity the 2016 election offered us.  An opportunity even more historic than the election of the first Black President.  The opportunity to soundly reject the miserable candidates selected for us by the greedy banks and corporate wealthy.  To choose, as Richard Pryor’s Brewster campaigned, None of the Above.  The chance to say no, we will not be forced to choose between the evils you have picked for us.  Imagine the shock on the Koch bothers faces if the election had come out with no winner.  That could have happened if you would have written in a candidate instead of choosing either Donald J. Trump or Hillary R. Clinton.  The foundations of Hell would have quaked at the sight.

Very soon we will have another historic chance.  We will be faced with the demise of the most disgusting President to have power over the fate of this country.  We can chose to let the Republican and Democratic parties slink away to hide in a corner until we forget the mess they made, giving them a chance to begin the dog and pony show all over again or, we can rise up as one nation and hold their collective noses in their own filth so they remember, never do it again.

One final thought for tonight, remember it daily.  We all bare the blame for this mess.  We were greedy for money, cheap garbage, and short term-hate satisfaction.  We have allowed the lobbyists, bank CEOs, WallStreet financiers, Corporate Leaders, haters, and Politicians to bring this Country to the brink of destruction and the World to the edge of Armageddon.

And shame on me for being so frustrated that I could not express this so well before.