The other day, some men came to replace the street light directly in front of my crib. The first thing I noticed was that they weren’t driving California vehicles, nor were they dressed in anything vaguely familiar, uniform-wise. In fact, whatever name the company had plastered across their machinery didn’t even sound real to me. I actually took a picture of the dudes, for illustrative purposes, but this was pre-5 o’clock bake, so I didn’t really have a point for a post yet, outside of showing y’all these people, in case they home-invaded me while I was typing. Obviously the latter didn’t happen, & I erased the picture out of post-5 o’clock bake boredom.
Later, I remembered that another group of contractors came & changed that bulb about a month ago. That’s odd. Especially given the fact that I’ve emptied at least 3 boxes of BB’s into that fucking old light bulb over the last decade or so, & not once had it shattered. Now, they’ve replaced the faux-glass dome with some Halogen contraption that I can’t even look at long enough to aim at. &, if that was “pothole” money that they spent on arbitrary lights that don’t do much else but suck on my tax dollars, I need to contact my congress person immediately. I’m serious. When the sun finally went down, along with my high, I noticed that for maybe 7-8 blocks in every direction, all the street lights had been replaced, & believe me when I say that maybe one, if any at all, were in real need of replacement or even repair.
Cats in the hood seem to be overly suspicious of life in general (self included…blame the weed), & things like this only further perpetuate whatever paranoid willynillyness that was there to begin with.
My homeboy said, “they watchin’ niggas.”
To which I replied, “& yet, we stay givin’ “them” somethin’ to watch…” Indeed.
^we’re taking pictures of each other…
One thing I’ve noticed about human nature is, as a single-minded organism, it’s easily distracted, no matter what. With enough shiny shit to preoccupy people’s cognitive skills, they wouldn’t know the truth if it tickled their taint, so to speak. All the Big Brother theory & One Nation hoopla could very well be completely true, like I’ve pointed out, but any so-called exposure would be nothing more than wolf-crying to Facebook martyrs & sacrificial Twitter lambs. (Or, “twidiots,” for short.) Really though, Freedom of Speech is dead already, even if it’s anonymous, digital speech. That’s a horrible look for the only species that truly has free will, but you don’t need me to tell you that.
& not for nothing, but I’m part of the problem, too. For example, in theory, there’s a better chance of me losing one of my kids (momentarily!) than there is of me losing my Blackberry. (Because kids run around & shit, but bugged, audio/video recording, homing devices containing pertinent information don’t.) If I’m aware of such a tether to the secular, I’m sure these organizations of world domination are, United States Gov’t included.
Contrary to popular belief, privacy is as important as speech, because if you Voltron both freedoms, & then take them away, next we’ll have a think tank telling us how feel. Fuck all that. Twice. With a weather-beaten broomstick. Now, I won’t go as far as to throw out anything that can watch me, watch it, but I got my eye on you motherfuckers. No pun intended.
Oh, & if you don’t what Rockwell (with help from the late, great Michael Joseph Jackson) was right about, check this out.