New York,

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I don’t really want to New York anymore, I don’t really wanna go to the USA anymore.

The whole dream which has been free falling in my heart has finally hit the ground. From the true face of America with the institutionalised (and widely tolerated) racism, social reforms slaughter, the demonic inhuman all-powerful banking system, debts enslavement, the federal reserve immoral vampirism, the sovereign military-industrial complex, real estate cannibalism, the systemic pharmaceutical poisoning, death squads, a devilish mediacracy, the omnipresence of entertainment, disguised genocides? anyone? etc

It makes the United States of America the worst country on Earth.

But, still, I love America.

I love its ideas, writers, thinkers, spirit, energy. I love the first intend of the constitution, and I love the idea of liberty and democracy.

I doesn’t exist in America right now.

However I love these concepts and all those who defend them. We might not see that right now, and many of these big ideas has been thrown to the crowd to gain votes, they don’t exist in reality. BUT, although they come from lies, we can make them become reality,

We can make it happen.

Believe, learn and fight.

 

You’ve got all my love.

PB

 

Bland

In England the food is so bland it is starting to depress me seriously. 

That month I had some extra cash and I gave myself that directive “buy anything you want” I ended up buying some almond milk and a Savse cold-pressed smoothie. I don’t desire anything in the supermarket, because nothing tastes anything.

Growing up I’ve realized that I value now more space and quality of life than, status hype and appearance.

 “Wow, I’m living in a big city dude, cool!” That’s not me anymore. 

Although, I think that Paris, though atrociously expensive, is my limit because this city inspires me a lot, but if I’ve got to spend one cents more I’m not buying it.

And that’s a shame because I dreamed to live in London, and then New York, maybe I’ll change my mind but really, no space, for how much!
Anyway let’s go back to England.

I don’t care how amazing this country is, the food is nasty it’s an embarrassment. 
I end up eating less, one and a half, two meals a day? Because I just don’t enjoy eating.
Some will argue that it’s just because I’m depressed. I am indeed depressed, and distressed. BUT, to soothe this state of depression I don’t any comfort food in the horizon. 
Having such a aversion for what I eat made me realize one thing

Humans are really nothing, what we eat, work, how we sleep, sometimes we go the toilet if the manager grants you that, that’s it.

I have trouble sleeping right now, but thankfully the manager was kind enough to let me go to the restroom. But the food was nasty. I realize that when one thing (or several) of your natural need is not fully fulfilled, it’s your whole being which is unbalanced. 

My currency, isn’t money but Human Potential over Time.

I realize that simply by depriving people from sleep or food you prevent them from living up to their full potential and to make the whole humankind progress.
That is why the western world maintain Third-World countries in debts, famine and deprivation. And that it is so hard to raise women and men to their full potential in order to overthrow these cockroaches.
But I’m also scared for the poorer in the western world, if I’m so affected by that now, how will it be in the future when people will only eat from monsanto 100% GMO garbage food. In what mental state will people be, will they have the mental strength to uprise?

Or is it on us to prevent it from happening right now in the first place.

Meditate on that,

Uprise,

PB

Entrepreneurs,


The 20th century didn’t end on December 31, 1999 at midnight, but at 9/11.
9/11 put an end to that century because the 20th century was the “American century”. The century when the USA took the leadership of the world over England and expended its economic, cultural and military domination across the world.

It was the first direct attack on the American soil, that introduced the “Era of Terror” we are still living in, with massive surveillance, loss of liberties, intensive propaganda and the rise of populism.
Although America is younger than most country of the old continent, 9/11 was like the loss of a father-like figure in the western world. In a sort of twisted desire to live under a patriarchy, the US were like the loving father that would protect us all. It’s a fiction, and obviously it is gone now because the rich found out that it is more profitable for them to kept the people in fear instead of offering them protection. True protection. 
The second major event of the-now, 21th was the 2008 economic crisis. 

People of my generation were all old enough to realize what was happening. 

I therefore thought that there would be a massive wave of entrepreneurs of my age. Instead of that in ’10s most entrepreneurs were in their 50’s.
But after a while I noticed two big flaws in entrepreneurs.

1) Most entrepreneurial ventures, when massively successful get bought by corporations.

Doesn’t it simply defeat the purpose. BUT I can understand, a big check and you say goodbye my homeland and hello Hawaii. Or you think you’ve worked enough, or, as it is often the case the company becomes just too big. And I respect that, it is just sad to see the soul of clever companies taken away by brainless multinationals.
The second flaw is a sin that no one can justify

2) Almost no entrepreneur change the system and the relationship boss-employees.

Most entrepreneur story starts with the romantic elements: “that was my passion”, “that was my dream” and very often “I realized I was a bad employee and therefore I needed to be my own boss”
And now you’re the boss, what does it change for you employees? Nothing.

You hypocrites you’ve become exactly what you were fleeing from. 

The whole employment paradigm hasn’t shifted a bit. You still have employees, managers, bosses, minimum salaries, capped salaries,income inequalities? 
So you’re giving big speeches, but what has changed?
People would dare to ask me “what can be changed?” Well let’s start with the whole relationship, you’re the boss, you, and you can do whatever in your business, then why not calling your “employees” employees no longer but partners instead? Because they are actually your partners.

Rich people have always opened they big drooling mouth full of worms without realizing the obvious fact that, if nobody works, they don’t make make any money.

So yes, they are your partners. Then let’s talk about salaries, the bonuses, maybe they’d get percentage instead of a monthly pay sheet etc

They are millions ways to change things, but one way to start doing it, that is, starting doing it.

But you hypocrites, you whitewashed tombs, what you want more than anything isn’t success, but moving up the hierarchy.

That is why for many getting from employee to successful entrepreneur was not a liberation or a fulfillment, but merely a change of class. 

The lower classes have a pathological need to go up the hierarchy of classes, without understanding that: a class isn’t only the money you make, (or steal, I’m talking for the so-called elite of human dejections) but 

a whole mindset, a vision of the world, a whole indoctrination that start from childhood.

No matter your earnings now, unless you renounce your humanity, you will never be part of the elite. You can’t just be rich, you have to be an utmost nefarious piece of crud, and be rich to be part of the elite.
Meditate on it,

Love for the Poor, disdain for the rich 

PB

Destiny Breakdown,


“Half awake and half dozing, stuck by a drear reality, but still lost

In an inner sea fog of Danaidean dreams

I stand teeth chattering

On Memphis Station, Tennessee.

It is raining.

The night is so desolate and extinguished,
And the rain flays the ground

With a senseless, dark energy.

Everything is clammy and impenetrable.

Why does the train wait here hour after hour?

Why has my lot ground to a halt here? / why has my destiny broken down here?*

Am I to flee from rain and mind-numbingness

In Denmark, India and Japan

Only to be rained in and rot in Memphis

Tennessee, U.S.A.? ” […]
Johannes V. Jensen 

*other possible translation 

 
One of my favorite Scandinavian poem. Although this author was a controversial figure, neither my Scandinavian Literature teacher nor my researches could provide me with a definitive answer on that man. 

I really feel like my destiny has broken down,

 I can see the finishing line at the distance,  everything is going according to plans. But still, I don’t wanna go back to work just to be surrounded by people that don’t understand me or who enjoy exploiting me for the sack of the ones exploiting them, what a shame. My MacBook broke down, and my body as well, it’s hard for me to sleep and it’s hard for me to sing. However, the hardest yards are always the last ones, I’ve got to hold on for I don’t perceive victory, I see it. 

For once the “almost”-sleeping pills I take had an effect on me and I took a nap,

I better fix the engine of my destiny and get go before I snap.
Love

PB