Jesuita Fire

An empire of debt and growth unravels. Hilltop palaces explode in flames. I sit in my room in downtown Santa Barbara, enveloped in smoke as the helicopters roar through the night. I see in both instances, dominator culture's exemplars keep on thinking, "We're on top", and nature says, "No, you're not", to deaf ears. We're not fighting aborigines with oil rights whose dominator breeding policies treat girls as another herd species and multiply exponentially, making war the only means of stabilization, just to further one psuedo-tribe's vendetta, but to prop up a corpse. We're not fighting fire to protect the predatory superclass ego monuments and their retinues of immigrant tradesmen, servants, nanny's and gardeners, made possible by the same patriarchal religion raping girls as the Taliban. We're doing it to prop up the corpse of debt and growth suburbia. No one stops to ask why China is giving us the money that makes it possible. It must be their great love for Europeans.