O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain, . . .
You control drones by
controlling their thoughts. You control drone thoughts by
controlling their language, and language wars are simply wars of
attrition. Even the educated and knowledgeable grow weary in a language
siege, and terms like "politically correct" (an absurd, meaningless
term) become de rigueur.
If
you're the governor, you're blissfully aware that the ignorant won't
know that a hammer has hit them until it has fallen several times.
If you're the drone, bliss is not having the responsibility for stuff of which
you are ignorant, and the bliss of ignorance is that it begets
ignorance. Pretty soon, you're not responsible for a damned thing.
The ignorant simply accept their circumstances. You are either
blissfully happy for your circumstances, or you are a "victim."
Circumlocution? Maybe. But it's the American way: a flurry of
three-syllable words results in a TKO. Suddenly, you believe that
"change" is an inherently good thing. You believe that "creating
500,000 new jobs" doesn't entail destroying 500,000 better jobs and
downtraining the survivors (again, see the Clinton administration). You
imagine that "smaller government" applies to the middle class, not just
the privileged. You really believe there is "clean" coal. You believe
that a God damned Arab, sworn into office on the Koran, not the Bible,
is a lifelong Christian. In short, you believe that government cares
about you. That's absolutely stupid!
The 2008 election: (12 Sept 2008)
I was gonna use this space to review the Graeco-Roman mentality
that got the U.S. in the mess we're in, but I've just gotta talk about
this election.The whole damned thing is a farce perpetrated on the
cowardly and ignorant. In a real election, defined by a concerned, informed, intelligent
constituency, we'd be voting for folks who want to lead this country,
not, as the last three presidents have been, people using the
presidency as a springboard to the rulership of the New World Order.
Voting is such a useless exercise. You cast a "vote" in a primary. That
vote is overridden by a "delegate." The delegate casts his vote only
to be overridden by a "super delegate." Then, the pre-chosen candidate
is announced . . . and you think you've had a voice in this
"selection."
Bullshit! The folk in power are laughin' their asses off at you.
They're printing up leaflets entitled "Yes, Virginia, There is a Republic."
But, since this election may be the last in this country, I started
thinking maybe I could at least vote against something. And the
"super delegates" came to mind. Who in hell put them in authority,
anyway? And when you extend the absurdity of that thought, the name
Pelosi moves right to the front of the class. I've spoken with some
highly educated people about this, and they don't know how she came to
power. So I spoke to some intelligent people about this, and they don't
know how she came to power, either. Fer Chrissake, that schizophrenic
bitch is from California. California is Baja Canada. Shouldn't she at least be a U.S. citizen?
Anyway, for several weeks I've been entertaining the idea of voting
against her.
Well, voting against Pelosi surely means voting for McCain in this
(purported) "two-party system." That causes me to become nauseous; it
feels like a car door has been slammed on my head. I admire
John McCain and his survival as a prisoner of war. He's a hell of a
man. But as a politician, he's nothing more than a robber-baron
Republican, and the Republican party doesn't give a damn about this
country's collapse.
The party exists to promote four more years of the Irish Boomerang. You may know it as Reaganomics--the "trickle-down theory," the
shifting of all the money to the very few at the very top. The boomerang was easy to launch, and every
idiot in the nation has been staring at the horizon, awaiting its
return. Lemme clue you in: it ain't comin' back. McCain ain't watchin'
the horizon.
So, I'm in a jam. If indeed I vote, not voting for McCain means voting
for Obama. A vote for Obama is essentially a vote for Pelosi.
Goddamnit, screwed again!
But I wax theistic in my declining years, and I believe Yahweh provided
for me in this crisis--he provided the 2008 Olympics. Michael this . . .
Michael that . . . "What does Michael's mom think about it all?" Every
fuckin' step of the women's marathon. Synchronized swimming. Endless
coverage of beach volleyball. And not a sharp object in the house. I
tried to slit my throat a thousand times. All I did was bruise. It's a
cruel death, but I finally resorted to watching the evening news.
Watching the news, I began to notice a marked deterioration Obama's
demeanor. I'm sure you've noticed it, too. His elocution is beginning to fail. There's a noticeable stutter in his
speech. The Gene Kelley glide has left his step. He appears a couple of
inches shorter than two weeks ago. He's trying to respond to direct
questions--a no, no for any politician--and his answers are
ill-conceived and fragmented. These things are not characteristic of a
"chosen one." Then, last night, obviously referring to Palin, and despite his vigorous denial, this
genius said, "You can put lipstick on a pig, but it's still a pig." If
that statement were even sophomoric, I'd let it slide, but Jeezim, that
harks back to the day when we went to recess, then rolled out our
blankets and took a nap on the floor.
Now, I'm not a feminist sympathizer, and I don't know Palin from
Sasquatch, but in her defense I'd like to respond, "You can replace the
Koran he swore in on with a Bible, and Obama's still an Islamic
Muslim--the sworn enemy of the United States." That he's a lifetime
Muslim is proven. That this Muslim is stupid is given more credence
with each passing day.
(Actually, I know Obama didn't swear in on the Koran, and I haven't the
slightest idea if he is Muslim, but this is America, where the accused is
guilty until proven innocent. What's good for the governed is good for
the governor, eh, Senator?)
So that settles it. I'm voting against Pelosi. I'm voting for McCain (ugh!).
Where can I find an American flag lapel button? Bring on the parades. I
haven't been to a circus in years. It'll be neat to watch McCain spin
on a dime over gun control, again. And we can all stand
shoulder-to-shoulder, watching the sky, waiting for the return of the
Irish Boomerang.
Besides, McCain can't shift more money to the top. America's the
largest debtor nation in the world. There's no more money to shift. How
'bout some more script for Haliburton and Exxon? I'll bet they can't
afford a cup of coffee in Dubai.
2008 elecion continued: (22 Sept 2008)
I saw the pensive, visionary Obama explain his plan to provide every
American health insurance for only an annual nine billion dollars.
Somehow that's gonna provide everyone with the best in medical
care--interesting, considering the U.S. is currently ranked as low as
twenty-fifth in the world in health care delivery--and is going to return untold bucks to the U.S. Treasury. Whoosh! Naw. I ain't touchin' that one with a stick.
Then, there's McCain's plan: tax employer-provided health care . . .
ah, but, ah, yippee! For those Americans who can afford to purchase
individual plans, there would be a $2,500.00 tax credit. Hmm. Do
the arithmetic. A $550.00 per month (piss poor) plan costs $6,600.00
annually. If you're in a 25% tax bracket, you'll realize $625.00 in
actual tax savings. Less, if you're in a lower bracket. So that's a $5,
975.00 loss to the taxpayer. Sounds like a windfall for big government
and insurance to me. Whoosh! I don't think that I'll vote for this crap.
Whoosh!Whoosh! Whoosh!Whoosh! That's the sound two boomerangs make when launched simultaneously.
But I have a solution. My solution will cost less in the short term and
less in the long run: let the free market provide the solution; flood the market with generalists. Take anyone
who reads and writes a bit and wants to go to med school, and send them there. Send them there on full scholarship with
the requirement that they must practice as generalists or lose their
licenses. In a free market, medical costs will drop like a ruptured
goose. No matter how poorly they perform, the new crop of generalists
will be at least as competent as this group of mouth-breathing
specialists we have today. Break the backs of the health care
bureaucrats in government and insurance, and fuck their investors. The
U.S. health care scam--the hospital, insurance, physician,
pharmaceutical
consortium--has gone on too long. End this government sponsored
extortion.
I refuse to vote for America's executioner. To hell with Obama. To hell
with McCain. To hell with the DEmocracy created by the American
political machine. This
nation was founded as a republic, not a "one man; no vote" DEmocracy. I demand representation. If I
were ruled by someone honest, like a Mafia don, I'd have a lot more
representation.
Ungoddamnfuckinbelievable: (5 Nov, 2008)
I just hate it when I'm right. And quite often, I'm right. But this time . . .
I served in the military during Viet Nam. To steal from George Gobel,
"You remember the war--it was in all the newspapers." What did I learn
there? I learned that most Americans are cowards. I learned that most
Americans are stupid.
In the last several weeks, with the full cooperation of both political
parties, the United States citizen has been robbed of $700 billion
dollars--the greatest robbery in the history of the world. Not even a
whimper.
Now, in a "thrown" election, the electorate has inflicted upon itself
an Arab President who is the sworn enemy of their country. Pretty
fuckin' smart, huh.
Why do I say the election was "thrown"? Because it's pretty obvious.
McCain had absolutely no support from the Republican party. I believe
that is precisely what he expected. Also, he refused to separate
himself from George W. Bush, the most hated man in the world. Had
McCain, during the $700 billion dollar robbery, voted against the
bailout (the details of which have yet to be disclosed), and had he
given as a reason the American middle class was being robbed, McCain
would have left the faux-nigger (Obama) out on a limb with a rope
already installed around his neck. The election would have been won in
a hundred words or less.
(Much more to come)