Fuck Off Advrider – Part II

Take the time to read this, and the revelation that follows.

Some are kind of dumb,
except for perhaps one or two,
and maybe, more than just a few.

Ya’ll didn’t know what was going on,
until the day was to finally dawn,
When it came away for all to see,
you still refuse what could have be.

The eagle that all seem to cherish,
determined long ago this would perish,
but not before the profits due,
was evenly extracted from all of you.

When the plan began to unfold,
many did exactly as told,
trusting fully in the story,
that all would retain the glory.

The value that was here and still,
is now on the market and in the till.

You made it what it was,
still here that because,
You were told it would not harm,
when they decided to sell the farm.

Now the milk gathered in will spoil,
 the fruit of your labors and your toil,
profits the men before,
and new owners in the door.

But that is not the entire reason,
you were not respectively warned,
in due season.

The reason not previously told,
was because minds grow cold,
The plan put in motion long before,
would have vaporized at the door.

If we had all been given just the chance,
and seen the secret hidden rooms,
the site would have never bloomed.

Ya’ll would have been very upset,
that tales told were not true,
but then all would have finally knew.
Truth stayed hidden for none to see,
the many recruited betrayed to be.

Even now, you still don’t understand,
that this was always the plan.
Hoping instead that things ahead,
don’t result in being further bled.

The evidence is clear, easy to see,
to understand the story of old,
 how to profit on all that was told,
To recruit and enlist willing help,
and to silence all those that yelp.

In this the site was a great success,
that all here thought they were blessed,
but this is the truth that we know,
that you are the ones taking the blow.

If you’d known what it was,
the tales told was because,
You’d have done none any harm,
realizing instead with growing alarm.

Knowing what lays just ahead,
everyone here will be still be bled.
except for the tiny few,
who know exactly,
what they will do.

So many here have volunteer,
often a source for endless cheer,
But now viewed with a price,
in a manner as cold as ice.

The value that made this place,
was after all, part of the race.
To leverage what it was,
not for community,
but because.

Now what does still lack,
was the choice of ethical tact.
Choose to continue the course,
or know when to abandon the horse.

If you are here and still can’t see,
don’t anybody come crying to me.

I’ve told you again and said before,
you can depart at the door,
Taking away what belongs to you,
making sure you get your due.

The creative spirit of this place,
was our critical part in this race,
Betrayed still it came to be,
certain to die because of the fee.

Many still choose not to know,
or realize it could just go,
into the hands of others that led,
so that they could then butter their bread.

Now take your due,
what is was owned by you,
leaving behind, the bones and the spine,
where others have are sure to dine.

A new adventure awaits,
for those that know,
if but enough, see the time to go.

You don’t need to leave home,
to enjoy the fun,
Just learn once again,
how to run.

This is the spirit,
that must now endure,
that we feel when we tour.

Riders we be if in truth,
we still remember in our youth,
the freedom we had,
could never be found,
on any price tag.

We are not cattle,
to be bought and sold,
we are men and women,
living life, born to be bold.

 What done is done,
but don’t forget, the tales told,
should have never, ever been sold.

The memories here put on the auction block,
have indeed created lots of endless talk,
but the point here was to assist,
in a volunteer spirit with a new twist.

The plan here now proposed,
for everyone who made this place,
and those still running the race,
was to show the possible for telling tales,
and all the builds and all the sales.

To stay forever free from the phony claim,
that there must be someone who must gain.

This is the story that is simply not true,
and the reason why some are blue,
saddened the ride came to an ignominious end,
but there is another way if you’d only tend.

The above is the sequel to Fuck Off Advrider (now Part I). Here is the backstory and why I’m posting this here:

I learned that the ADVrider former owners sold the entire site without any notice to anyone, selling all the member contributed content of 400,000 members, millions of pages and thousands of stories, bike builds and countless photographs encompassing endless rides throughout the world. This has rippled through the riding ‘community’ like an earthquake, sparking endless controversy, angst and departure.

The buyer is a company that is well-known (not in a good way), having bought over 1,000 forums already for commercialization. Their track record after ‘take-over’ is beyond dismal and widely discussed. But this part of this post is not about the buyer, it’s about the staggering betrayal of a huge global online ‘community’ by the previous owners. Thousands of former ‘inmates’ are now leaving in complete disgust. Entire businesses that relied upon the site are being trashed as the members now realize that the new owners have a perpetual license to everything that has ever been posted, shared, photographed, told or built. This is no small site, it’s huge and likely the largest ever acquired.

I was not celebrating this development, despite my own deep misgivings about the site, the fascist moderators and their capricious and unaccountable behavior, and how it was being run. So  I offered a solution for the entire community that could still be deployed “post-sale” and which was categorically rejected (by the usual suspects). The amusing reality is the remaining members are now celebrating their new corporate overlords, despite being repeatedly told from numerous other boards what happened to them. Ignorance and denial are clearly enormous obstacles.

This comes as no shock to me, it’s how people are. They refuse the obvious, being unable to conceive of anything different. Their stillborn minds are incapable of grasping fundamental change. This was the real reason I wrote The Slave and The Sun here, and to the site. I also wrote the above poem, but the fascist little moderator over there had already locked me out. They’re running scared and afraid of having their fabricated ‘legacy’ exposed to the truth of what’s been going on for a long time.

There are probably dozen ‘spin-off’ efforts already underway to develop similar boards, yet all have the same structural problems as the first board. None of the new boards will protect the member contributions from being sold. None will be run as non-profits. None will preserve the spirit of volunteer cooperation and a global community. Most still don’t even realize the depths of the global betrayal and how long it was occurring (or want to know).

And now for the reason I posted this poem:

Change just a tiny few of the words in the above poem, because what was true there, is true here, in America and in most countries of the world.

The ‘story of old’ is the plan that was set in motion, and intended to betray all those that obeyed. Fascist little self-appointed ‘moderators’ running all over the world, telling everybody else what to do, stomping on their contributions, creations and content, trying to rule over our lives. Treating us all like cattle, to be bought and sold, for the lie that there must be someone to gain. These stupid fucks think they own you, and they’ve set it all up to make sure they extract as much as they possibly can from you.

Go back and read it again. We are the real ‘value’, the living representation of what this world now is. Not the phony edifices and corrupt and archaic institutions that try to control it all. Ruin it all. Destroying it all. We’ve all embraced their endless lies, being born into them and being told since birth that we must ‘obey’. But it’s all a lie.

We are all riding through this life, born to live, born to run.

There is another way, and there always has been. It’s time to go and find our own path. We do not need to hold onto the lies of the past any longer, or support these faltering institutions any longer then we absolutely must. But it will take courage, commitment and dedication to walk away.

Most don’t have what it takes, preferring instead to say within their confines and the prisons of their own minds. Don’t be surprised if they come after you when you object, because they’re scared. You see what they can’t, and that makes them angry. This all comes from a deep seated fear that they will be found out, because they know that they’ve created a lie, a house of cards that can come tumbling down at any time.

I no longer wait on the ‘masses’ to wake up and take action, because the majority are no different then the prison guards, most want to be prison guards themselves. The only ones I have any interest in anymore are those that already understand what is going on. The rest are hopeless, contributors to the problem, likely irredeemable, and likely to devour you if they could. They’re not interested in understanding, or cooperating, or abandoning false principles and endless lies, they fully intend to perpetuate this sort of garbage.

Walk away if you can from such people and their prisons they’re erecting. You don’t need them and never have. They needed you, but they’ve learned to reject those that expose the lies and reject their idol worship, the golden calves they’ve fabricated. It’s a defense mechanism that is intended to perpetuate the lies and encase the lies in myth and legend. We’ve all see what happens to these lying myth-makers. Their statues get torn down eventually.

But the real reason to walk away is simply this: To disempower those that appointed themselves your masters, because they’re not and never were.