Rise of the Planet of the Apes

No, this isn’t a review of the recent film, which is an original story set in today’s San Francisco, where man’s own experiments with genetic engineering lead to the development of intelligence in apes and the onset of a war for supremacy.

This is an analogy of social engineers of the Right, the Koch Brothers, the forces of Wall Street, the rich, the Fed, the whole mechanism that is starving the world’s nations at will and turning their people to rioters, depriving them of pensions, medical care, social safety nets, and leaving them to the dogs of fate, making once peaceful humans into rebellious apes, hungry to bring down or kill their oppressors. Does that strike a chord?

Beneath those faces you see in the crowd scenes of the Egyptian Spring, the Libyan War, the Pakistan drone protests, the Afghanistan and Iraq wars are the young militia faces, too, denying the starving children of Somalia food and life. And there are faces of young people on the streets of England tearing apart shops because they lack jobs, money, futures, but most of all, respect. They are more apes that once were humans. Maybe they need to be genetically humanized again so that they’re recognized as such. Big Pharma, there’s a Big Idea for you, a pill to change the human species’ DNA, to lift it to a new level of consciousness before the flashpoint of world revolution is struck and the fire next time crisps the planet.

We have the power to go either way, into a higher level of civilization where wealth is more equitably divided to provide a human safety net for all, or where health is hoarded in base selfishness to create shortages and deprive billions of life. The latter would please the apes of the New World Order, who are dedicated to population reduction, especially to people of color and the Third World. Those looking for consciousness, compassion and adherence to the common good are in a shooting war and a war of ideas with this NWO.

There is no need to ask when the revolution will start. It has started already; the chaos characterizes countries around the world. Even in Zionist Israel, sane Israelis are balking against the leaders, leaving Netanyahu with a 34 percent acceptance rating, and 175,000 in the street in a tent city, out to protest prices of living space, food, and the constant call to make more sacrifices for the ideologues’ economy; a sacrifice for those without, not for those with power and wealth. So, bring in the humanizing pill not the clowns, not the apes, not more death and destruction and puppet politicians with open, stuffed pockets, tongues wagging.

The situation is that dire, make no bones about it. The greed of the apes of General Electric and Tokyo electric left Fukushima with radiation levels 1,000 times higher than the 1945 atomic bombings of Japan. The moral compass has been shattered. The moral hazard of financial corruption has been fully realized with the central banks of the world controlling world economies. The werewolves of the rich want their cocktails of blood daily. The zombie politicians dance with them in the darkness of an abandoned moon. The lie has become their truth, the truth their lies. As Yeats said in The Second Coming, “The best lack all conviction; the worst are full of passionate intensity.” Read the full poem for the relevance of the great Irish poet’s vision.

And so get the pill, swallow. Climb the spiral of DNA like a stairway one flight closer to universal consciousness. Let it touch the sky, the stars, those listening from beyond. Let this science fiction turn back to life, to human love, a quieting of endless storms, tsunamis, Katrinas, earthquakes, tornados, Apocalypses Now, environmental degradation, the HAARP no angel plays, the weapons of material destruction, the murder of the masses for the pleasure of an arcane minority of alpha apes. Let this be the review of contemporary chaos as we know it. We have left the shores of civilization a while back. Nothing is what we remember: loyalty, generosity, brotherhood, peace on earth. The apes have become remorseless, heartless, and prehistoric. They swing nuclear missiles like simian clubs.

The blood of world society is fed by money laundered from drug sales, weapons sales, human trafficking, prostitution, the exploitation of children. Look at it. Taste it. See how it makes you feel. The light you once reached for, the food you ate, the joy for family and friends seems to warp into suspicion. The media that once entertained now distorts information. Their scenarios are designed to lull you into believing life for the celebrated few is better than life for all.

Look at your cities, your towns, villages, the people that once cared for them and taught your children, tended your streets and infrastructure. They are being cast aside, their wages stolen, the futures denied. Watch as the bridges crumbles, the roads lead to oblivion and the world slowly begins to circle in on us as the alpha apes of destruction. Listen in the night as sounds of thunderous jets cross overhead. Listen to the peeling of the paint on abandoned schoolrooms. Where are the children, hunting already in militias of grief? Where is the tarnished innocence of yesterday?

Where is the simple, the affordable, lovable pleasures of life? Have you paid your mortgage and cleaned up your revolving credit card debt? Are you waiting for a knock on the door, a plug to be pulled, the bang of a judge’s gavel on your head?

These are the symptoms of the epidemic of hate. There are more that you know, see, hear, watch, and feel turning you into someone else. Is it the radiation, the pollution, the poisoned food, the gas-scented water, the unbearable heat or cold?

Come in the shadow of this rock. But it is gone with the wind, splintered by change, an unholy change, a spiral downwards to perdition. The movie is almost over. The New World Order waits in the light outside. Or does it? Has it been thwarted as you watched reality flicker in the teeth of time, gears chewing it up and spitting it out? Is this only a dream and are you first waking to the cloudless, blue fall sky of 9/11, that perfect morning when this all began anew, and you saw the apha ape in the mirror, and it frightened you beyond belief.

Jerry Mazza is a freelance writer, life-long resident of New York City. An EBook version of his book of poems “State Of Shock,” on 9/11 and its after effects is now available at Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com. He has also written hundreds of articles on politics and government as Associate Editor of Intrepid Report (formerly Online Journal). Reach him at gvmaz@verizon.net.