Monsanto Man

Monsanto Man

by Jon Rappoport

November 25, 2013

www.nomorefakenews.com

the faces at the bar just want the news

smooth lines

a little dip here a little wave there

you know, professional

sleep

music is playing

some old sentimental country tune

she left him” “he left her” whatever the hell it was

3am stumbling from his seat to the bathroom

Jack is counting his change

that’s all he’s got left

after The Company raped his land

giant superweeds are all Jack’s got left

so Jack sprays Paraquat and 24d (heavy poisons) on the weeds

la la la

he has to buy new seeds every year from Monsanto

la la la

(and when The Man found Jack had inadvertently used Roundup Ready seeds without paying for them he sued Jack)

la la la

3am stumbling back to his seat at the bar

Jack still doesn’t know what hit him

the tune keeps playing

he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was

the faces at the bar look at Jack

they have no idea what he’s been through

the faces at the bar are watching the news replay

another drone attack

baby diapers

restless legs

neutralize stomach acid

invisible makeup

GE, Pfizer, Glaxo, Syngenta

he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was

one drunk at the end of the bar says “it’s a strange night”

everybody stops and listens

they don’t know it but they’re hearing a giant wave of poison coming out of St. Louis

towering above

the plains

So deep, so blue the night

so quiet

there’s a painting hanging above the bar

a man wearing a cowboy hat

his lips curled in an old sneer

Jack holds up his hands

and says

my family was on this land for a hundred years

do you know what that means

do you know what that means every day

and now the lights go off

the lights go off

they want me to sell

I fell for their pitch

they took me to the cleaners”

numb faces at the bar

listen to the sound of the rising wave of poison

they don’t know what Jack means

but they get the gist

a woman screams

everybody can hear rain on the metal roof like bullets

he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was

the bartender says, “yeah, well, my ass hurts”

and everybody starts laughing

they laugh

&laugh

tears roll down their cheeks

they pound their heads on the bar

they fall off their stools

they roll on the floor

they’re yelling and picking up chairs and throwing them

and now the President comes on the news and says

we’re all in this together”


Exit From the Matrix


a TV news crew busts in with lights

and Jack walks up to the camera and says

my family’s been on this land a hundred years

do you know what that means

every day for a hundred years

and then I fell for Monsanto’s pitch

and they wiped me out

they took me to the cleaners”

the camera pans and catches people throwing chairs, rolling on the floor, laughing and weeping

he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was

maybe it wasn’t something then

but it’s something now

laughing&crying

…a different look

a different look

coming into the eyes

the TV reporter a brittle blonde with skinny legs says out of nowhere as she looks around the room, “man, I need to get laid tonight”

then she addresses the bar

are we talking about a death machine here, people? or do you want me to keep it polite? shall we all skate and pretend it’s good? shall we sit down and have a meeting and analyze what’s happening and deliver a report…”

people in the bar stare at the camera for a long time…

then they say

death machine

they say death machine

he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was

the tune ends

who are the soldiers who go out into the fields of America and Africa and Asia

and South America to push food

changed forever

into the mouths of billions of waiting humans

pockets empty

Jack walks out of the bar into the rain

and moves along the road

under the sky

and begins to stride

his pulse picks up

a

titan on the earth

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

6 comments on “Monsanto Man

  1. AntiTerrorAtheist says:

    I am always amazed at the imagery you create. You have the ability to concisely state the worrisome condition, that we find ourselves in. It is like a foggy disillusioned feeling, and an utter lack of faith in everything we ever knew. Facing a Matrix of disproportionate proportions.

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  3. Monsanto should have the snot sued out of them for the damage they did by everyone who lot anything.

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  6. Adam Evenson says:

    Speaking of associations, knowing Donald Rumsfeld as we do now, is it any surprise that he was Monsanto’s CEO? Any CEO of an outfit like Monsanto has to be a demon from hell, thus, D. Rumsfeld (one of the chief architects/perps of 9-11) was perfectly in his place at Monsanto.

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