Bounty Hunter

Another poor man's dark and twisted fantasy

Rare sighting of Boba Fett without helmet. Note chicken coop in background. Indicates hobbies.

The human body is a rather large concentration of valuable nitrogen, essential when growing organic food. It could be used in fresh pulverised form, added straight to the soil (at present we do this with animals as powder sold as ‘blood and bone’) or alternatively, added for significant benefit, to make a ‘hot’ compost. A good hot compost needs the correct ratio of nitrogen (anyone from the BIS/Davos would do) and carbon - say in the form of wood chips from a mulcher or chipper. This I believe is what we refer to in the permaculture game as stacking functions. We are getting a world where psychopaths are no longer killing and maiming and at the same time we have valuable fertilizer. This is the Bounty Hunter’s side hustle.

I understand that only raw power (military etc.) and money have any sort of hope at cultural change on a mass scale. It’s a dominance hierarchy and unless acts of nature intervene (asteroids, volcanos, pole shifts), those who seek to subjugate are already in positions to act in service of their insecurities in the physical. They call the shots. If they didn’t we wouldn’t have economic hitmen, algorithm shadow-banning, censorship etc. Only people with little or no inner life focus so exclusively on external countermeasures and their lack of trust in the process of life leads to endless and increasing acts of defensiveness.

For the record - I don’t offer financial advice but the abolition of usury is worth considering. If we want to heal the world rather than our minds. I always oscillate. Meditation will do that to you.

Lyrics to the song are below. It reads a little like a story of revenge but it’s not really. I just think the majority would have better living conditions if the distribution of resources was skewed away from the world of interest bearing loans.

I guess I’m also saying that “No. I will not get in the van. If you try to make me there will be blood”.

Press and play and read along - rap is dense so reading and listening is good.

Bounty Hunter  key G#m

  G#m F# C# D#mM7

Verse 1

I got just one function it’s bagging’ you broo

I’m old and broken nothin’ else ta do 

Job is to track you down - serve on a platter

Proles do the dirty work splitter! splatter! 

Shit I shatter ya bird-brain matter

Ya cry runny nose like pancake batter

What’d I gather from ya chitter chatter?

You final words no longer matter

Chitty chitty bang bang the engine sputter

That chipper can’t cut a ‘nother rich nutter But

I got a chopper,     a bigger hopper 

                      and blunt rusty blades

Budda boom budda bing better Bring better bring big goggles it sprays

Blood and bone on soil’s top notch for crops

Turns bad eggs to veg sold back to the cops (hey)

Chorus

I wanna be a bounty hunter

Bobba Fett in full metal jacket come ta

Daddy I’m a get you and turn you in

Let the proles dust rust of the Guillotine

Verse 2

Chipper’s not full we’ll squeeze you in -

You’ll never be lonely inside we got your friends

Lying little media and pharma-fucks 

Billionaires, Bankers ‘n’ useless smucks

There’s a legion of pissed off now comin’ out the wood work

Termites turn the hardest trees to good dirt

You be the carbon we wanna reduce

But human/lizard bodies can be put to better use

A Bounty Hunter’s got hobbies too

Gardening’s mine and I’ll explain it boo

Compost making is where I’ll start us

To get it to cook you oughta chuck in a carcass

That’s your part, jump in, don’t ask us 

Your plan to harm us, starve us make us live in bark huts

Now your the Targets of our darkest Catharsis

Growing rich food to share at the markets

Chorus …

Verse 3

Now with updated conditions n terms

Good compost brings bugs ‘n’ squirmy worms 

Fun Fact- Worms have 5 pairs of hearts 

10 times greater than all the Oligarchs

Zay say eat zee bugs but zee bugs eat zem fresh

It’s a munching sesh of lizard flesh 

More mouths to feed than in Uttar Pradesh (hungry microbes)

I’m a Hunting like the state did David Koresh

A true blue farmer doesn’t need machines

Bankers own the oil so use other means

Get an equity man, Larry Fink on ya farm. Spin him

a yarn in the barn about doin’ no harm

Then feed him to the pigs but keep his arm

Slip off the Rolex n watch the alarm

On the face of his mates who eat paddock to plate

I’m not mistaken That’s bacon makin’ fun of your fate mate!