Brad Blanton - The Korporate Kannibal Kookbook: Recipes for Ending Civilization and Avoiding Collective Suicide

T HE

K ORPORATE K ANNIBAL

K OOKBOOK :

RECIPES FOR ENDING CIVILIZATION

AND AVOIDING COLLECTIVE SUICIDE

Brad Blanton, Ph.D.

Author of Radical Honesty

Sparrowhawk Press

Stanley, Virginia

Grateful acknowledgment is made to all the great authors whose material is reprinted in this volume.

Copyright 2010 by Brad Blanton. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

ALSO BY BRAD BLANTON

Radical Honesty: How to Transform Your Life by Telling the Truth

Practicing Radical Honesty: How to Complete the Past, Live in the Present, and Build a Future with a Little Help from Your Friends

The Truthtellers: Stories of Success by Radically Honest People (editor)

Radical Parenting: Seven Steps to a Functional Family in a Dysfunctional World

Beyond Good and Evil: The Eternal Split-second Sound-light Being

Honest to God (with Neale Donald Walsch)

Some New Kind of Trailer Trash: And Some New Trail of Kinder Trash

DEDICATION

To all those who have ever killed anyone

to protect children from being harmed.

The game on top of the world that controls the minds of men and is destroying human life on earth and damaging all of life is called Corporate Capitalism. I call it Korporate Kannibalism because that more aptly describes what it is. It is a simulated form of life that has "a life of it's own" in the minds and hearts of humans. It is an infection. We must amputate. Quickly. The patient will die if we do not amputate. If we kill a mere one thousand of these billionaires and take their shit and redistribute it and restore balance, we could save 3 billlion children from dying from the predictable and inevitable result of failing to act, violently, precipitously and immediately. One thousand guilty murdering fat fucks or three billion children? See you in the emergency room. Brad Blanton

A CKNOWLEDGMENTS

I thank you, my friends and colleagues and coaches and tutors and mentors and helpers and clients and workshop participants, from the bottom of my heart, for sustaining me and teaching me that love is queen, though, as a subject, I have faltered many times.

To Stephanie Gunning, my editor and friend, thank you for your kind and persistent willingness to assist in helping me clarify meaning and content and sources and manner of presentation.

Thank you, Vicki Valentine, for this great cover and for the other covers of books of mine you have done.

Thanks to Derrick Jensen for you endorsement and support along the way, and for your great books that have inspired and depressed and sustained me along the way for five years now. Thanks to all who I have named in the text and quoted and listed in the end notes.

Thanks to Keith Moon for always being on hand to help and for reading earlier drafts and making suggestions and helping me with the Internet.

Thank you Mike Lewinski for getting the vision and for coming on as CEO of Radical Honesty Enterprises to give me time to write this book, and for helping me be willing to understand marketing.

Thank you, Gene Marshall, for your thoughtful reflections and reliable independent opposition to both what I had to say and how I said it, and for being a good friend and mentor and a model for the life of faith.

Thanks to all the participants in the Blanton for Congress discussion group online, for reading my rants and missives and for giving me such good links to pursue and for keeping in contact with me these years since the campaign.

Thanks to all the members of the Luray Caverns Country Club, even the goddamned Republicans among you, for playing golf with me and giving me shit and giving me all that money when I beat you (and screw you for all you took!)

Thank you Maria for all those times I stayed there in Sweden with you and Bruno and all the jetlagged hours in the middle of the night. I had a place to write day and night, and to get nourished by loving Bruno and welcoming him into the world with you. And thank you for loving Bruno and doing your best to have me be with him as much as I can and as often as I can come there because the love of that little boy has given me heart. I love him so much the rest of the world is included.

Thank you, Elijah, for going to Sweden with me in the summers and talking with me and playing the guitar and being my loving son and kind critic and a million other things.

Carsie, thank you for all your wonderful songs and poetry and performances and ongoing cheerful affirmative attentive loving way of being with humans and dogs and Jon and all your friends and me too.

Thanks Shanti and Seth and Liam and Zolly for putting me up and putting up with me, and letting me be with you all in California, and for your sharing of how your life is and for your loving way of being a family.

Thank you Amos for having me come do that therapy session with you and your therapist, and for calling me to account for how I raised you, for calling me a narcissist, and for loving Amy and Carsie and Elijah so much and with such kindness.

Thanks to all those who have been in workshops with me over the last couple of years while this book was aborning.

Thanks to all the members of Sustainable Shenandoah for our gardening and learning projects over the last couple of years, and the parties at my Yurt.

Thanks Jack Stork for being a great friend and mentor and a loving husband to my sister Anno to the very end, and for your honesty and grieving and sharing with all of us in her family so kindly and informatively during the process of her dying and since then. Thanks for the feedback on my rants and sections of this book over the last couple of years, too, and for what you contributed.

Thanks to Lee McWhorter and Jerry Griffin and Susan Guest and particularly Rick Woodward for stopping by the Yurt and having a drink, and talking about the ongoing flow of life and commerce and the slow decline of the state of affairs of our community and friends and country.

Thanks to Joe Bageant for being a fellow Redneck Scottish-heritage reprobate

and a great, great writer, barfly, guitar player, and friend.

Thanks to all my friends at The No Mind Festival at Angsbacka in Molcolm, Sweden, for having me there to present seminars on Radical Honesty and The World Caf and whatever else I was interested in at the time, and for allowing me and Elijah to participate in your wonderful programs for the last seven years, and for sharing your hearts and your wisdom with me and mine.

You all, every one of you, have helped me a lot and I am grateful. This book could not have been brought into being without all of your help. So if anyone bitches about it, I will tell them who to blame.

Love, Brad

"A great industrial nation is controlled by its system of credit. Our system of credit is concentrated. The growth of the nation, therefore, and all our activities are in the hands of a few men who, even if their action be honest and intended for the public interest, are necessarily concentrated upon the great undertakings in which their own money is involved and who, necessarily, by very reason of their own limitations, chill and check and destroy genuine economic freedom.

We are at a parting of the ways. We have, not one or two or three, but many, established and formidable monopolies in the United States. We have, not one or two, but many, fields of endeavor into which it is difficult, if not impossible, for the independent man to enter. We have restricted credit, we have restricted opportunity, we have controlled development, and we have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely controlled and dominated, governments in the civilized worldno longer a government but a cabal ruled by the opinion and duress of small groups of dominant men."