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Through the Wormhole (repost)

Parallel Universe News.

In a surprise announcement this afternoon, the White House in Washington and Canada’s Prime Minister’s Office have released a joint statement acknowledging the existence of a series of programs relating to weather modification, agricultural enhancements, and large scale behavior modification.  For years, social activists have suspected the existence of such programs however even the most vociferous critics did not imagine the extent and impact of these activities, which have been running for over twenty years.  When asked about the cost of the programs, the Finance Minister would only say that the information was classified.


Each of the programs relies on upper atmospheric spraying of chemicals, biological agents, and other ingredients whose nature remains classified. Both governments claim that the weather modification program has been so successful that they have eradicated climate change.  A spokesman at the press briefing indicated that the climate was just where it should be and that no further changes will be tolerated. He went on to say that the economic interests of both countries are being well served by curtailing any further need to address climate change through reduction of greenhouse gas emissions.


Large-scale agri-businesses are applauding the economic benefits resulting from the successful implementation of the agricultural enhancement program and an industry spokesperson praised the success of the program.  “It was getting pretty hard to spray pesticides within the old regulatory framework”, he said, adding, “This is way more efficient”.


Officials remained tight-lipped regarding the behavior modification program, except to say that it was a relatively inexpensive by-product of the weather modification program.  Officials also pointed out that the adverse health effects caused by the programs were more than offset by the economic benefit resulting from the programs and ensuring the continued prosperity of Canada and the United States.  Legislation is being introduced that limits any potential liability for the programs and which makes it illegal to sue either government regarding the programs and even imposes strict penalties for unauthorized research activities.


At the same time, a series of arrests have been made, resulting in the incarceration of several thousand critics on both sides of the border. A spokesperson said that the identification of these critics was “Quite easy, really.  These folks are nearly all on Face Book and other social media networks and made no attempt to hide or mask their identities.”  Both countries are expected to pass new legislation that limits the assembly of more than fifty persons at one time, along with a time limit of one hour per event, except for government sanctioned events that are in the best economic interests of the country.


In a related story, it has since been revealed that the Republican Party in the United States, and the Conservative Party in Canada have been given exclusive access to the antidote to the Mass Stultification drug, developed as a P3 initiative between the US and Canadian Military forces, and a consortium of private sector interests from the pharmaceutical and bio-chemical sectors. The administration has announced the successful conclusion of the war on drugs, since the entire population of North America will now be administered the powerful new stultification drug by the overhead spraying program. The drug has been clinically proven to completely nullify any other pre-existing addictions or cravings for mood altering substances. It also reduces curiosity to “acceptable” levels, suppresses libido and reduces aggression, particularly in young males. The antidote will be available through the state sanctioned political parties to members who sign the Submission to Moral and Other Authority Agreement.


David Trudel  ©2012


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I don’t miss the racism

When I think about the past

Sure I’m nostalgic for the good old days

But they weren’t all good and golden

We taunted everyone back then

Watercooler jokes bit deep

Certain nationalities were pilloried with regularity

Enough to fill a Polish suitcase

And god help the brown skinned

So we would shout paki or camel jockey slurs

Across schoolyards or cafes

Not caring that we cut to the quick with meanspirited ignorance

So blind to our transgressions that we would point fingers

At South Africa or the deep south and decry the bigotry there

Self righteously proclaiming our innocence

Only because an African heritage was rare in our tarnished world

I don’t miss the bad cooking

When the Joy of Cooking was the only book in the kitchen

We boiled and stewed the same plain foods into daily submission

Thinking salt and pepper were the only spices necessary against bland

And if we watched Julia Child with amusement

It would be a rare day that her recipes would end up on the table

I am not nostalgic for the constant smoking

Blue hazed offices where each desk held overflowing ashtrays ad nauseum

And parking lots being used as garbage cans

Drivers upturning car ashtrays into shared space

Cigarette butts a constant presence carpeting our walks

More prevalent than the flowers we couldn’t smell over the stench

I am not nostalgic for misogyny

Which sadly hasn’t gone away entirely

I don’t miss the catcalling taunts or times

When every man or boy felt dutybound to visually strip each female in view

Giving free rein to saddle romping fantasies

Those times when stereotypes were a given and not questioned

I don’t miss the hidden abuse

Open secrets never spoken of

Bruises that flowered unquestioned

Times when silence was permission to continue the violence

I am not nostalgic for pesticides that we sprayed with abandon

Not caring that the green lawns and flower borders

We so blindly protected were an artificial construct of oppression

I don’t miss polyester double knit suits

That never wore out but should have

I don’t miss blue rinsed big hair

Buzzcuts or ducktailed tops

I am not nostalgic for the pain of the repressed

Or laws that forced love into closets

Or into the bloodstained offices of back alley butchers

I don’t miss ignorant hatred

How can I, it still exists

But the next time somebody celebrates forgotten freedoms

Of a golden past

I’ll take up a knife and scratch the gilt off

To expose the brass



David Trudel   ©  2013



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I would rather write lyric verses in praise of beauty

Describing the wonders of forest glades or sunsets

But I can’t

I’d prefer to get lost in love and play with cosmic metaphors

But I’m not

I’d like to write erotica about inclined curves and heated passions

Or find the meaning of life in a raindrop

But I can’t

I’m blocked by blockhead politics and hate

Intrusions of evil that turn gardens into killing fields

That never go fallow with rest and disuse

And the only renewable that gets attention is fear

So I won’t praise beauty today

Or dally in love’s embrace

Instead I mourn the clearcut memories of paradise

Celebrate the blackened lungs of wageslave toilers

Bemoan the fate of children locked in foul factories

Feeding a frenzy for the cheapest disposables

Wail my ululations for the funerals of slaughtered innocents

So while I’d rather write lyric verses

Today I can’t

Today I weep

And curse the evil that has blackened the once clear sky

Perverted by profit and plunder and imagined power

I mourn the battered face and broken bones of Mother Nature

Beaten down by man’s dominion

So today the only song I sing is a dirge

At this ubiquitous funeral

That never seems to end


David Trudel    © 2013




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Some lessons need unlearning

Like today’s headlines

“Man arrested for killing grandmother in argument over which TV show to watch”

I’d start there with the unlearning

Then there are the tyrants who blandly prevaricate

Red herring stories planted to mislead and inflame

Resource extraction replacing the language of environmental disaster

But not the consequences

I need to unlearn the lesson of false love

Mendacious half-truths costumed in a rented gown

Love’s hope giving it the big lie

Let’s unlearn fear

And give up our personal arsenals

Put aside the rage built of hatefilled passion

Unlearn the buttons that push blanket responses

Unlearn the herd

And learn to think independently for a change

Based on evidence, not conjecture and assumption

Unlearn the acceptance of the status quo

Unlearn unchecked consumption

Unlearn the lessons of the lost and damned

Unlearn the sad truths of despair

Unlearn oppression

Unlearn exploitation

Some lessons need unlearning



David Trudel   ©  2013




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