KMO welcomes Jay Smith and Jeff Wilburn to the C-Realm to reflect upon the Age of Limits conference. Jay and Jeff, along with their girlfriends, accounted for most of the African-American conference-goers, and this leads to a discussion of how the on-going Peak Oil conversation is one carried out primarily by whites and, to some extent, aims to preserve white privilege and assumes that whites must take the leadership role in deciding how best to address the challenges of the coming long emergency. Both Jay and Jeff initially found the work of James Howard Kunstler to be valuable but later came to chafe at Jim’s seemingly dismissive attitude about black culture and the supposed failure of African-Americans to assimilate into mainstream society.
Music by Monstah Black.
Written by: Reginald Ellis Crump a.k.a Monstah Black
I’ve woken up every morning with a new breed attitude, Stuck like glue
Running through the dark corridors in my head
Seen the fire in my eyes, Wonder why I’m such a voodoo chile
And people hate as I walk by
I’m rubber your glue, What you say to me bounces off and it sticks to you
I’m fire and your ice
I don’t give a damn what you think I am, Your nightmare, A pretty Man
I’ve seen the look of evil, staring down the alley
I’ve felt the hatred from the high school sweethearts of yesterday
I’ve got the look from prom queens, Aching just to look this way
Hungry football stars, Without the balls to admit they like my sway.
I fell in love with a new threshold today, reached beyond the super power
Intake breath until it fades away, eternal wilting flower
I crossed my legs and batted my eyes, in hope to defeat the norm
I painted my skull scarlet red to invoke a punk rock storm
There’s a tiny man squatting in my corner, named Spectacle
Deep in the doldrums of my Vanity
Laughing as he cast his spells, sipping Champagne and living Glamorously
Ripping things to piece and pretending he lives in Madagascar
He smells like Hendrix riffs in a dark abandoned punk rock bar