I try to be even keeled.
After all, I have been watching this shit, this slow erosion of the HUMANITY part of our country, of our laws and politics, for all of my life. The death of individual rights by fiat of evil executives and judicial rulings and now for the last seven horror filled years, the brutal assault on everything that some of us hold dear about America, everything that is high and noble, about our Constitution and the Bill of Rights, and the wonderful Declaration that made all of this possible.
I have watched them take, or try to take ALL that is good about America away, out back, to be thrown in the dumpster. The things that set America apart from all the other nations…the written and codified guarantees that the Person was and is more important that the State. That Freedom was more important than government. That government itself ONLY existed to raise up and protect The People, and was not an entity unto itself…with it’s needs and wants transcending and trumping those of the citizens it was created to serve.
All of it roughly and carelessly and thoughtlessly discarded, just so that “THEY” can build a little consumer paradise instead, and program their consumers and feed them and distract them and entertain them…on schedule, for maximum efficiency, and solely for profit. And they watch as the profits roll in and obscenely swell the only thing they hold dear or sacred…the bottom line. Reducing humanity and the individual and you and me, the unique creations we are…to consumers…and numbers…and dumb beasts serving their greed.
I have been watching it my whole life. It doesn’t surprise me any more…I expect it. Though I do cringe at the thought of what they will take from us next. Of where the next brutal assault will take place.
But every once in a while…as the outrages pile up and compound, and I see the consequence stream flowing into the future and the reality that it is creating and will create….I still get mad. Even though I know it won’t do any good. I still look up to the sky and ask why….even though I know why.
And then I lower my head again and shake it in disgust that the Barbarians would destroy so much that is good and noble, for their petty games of power and their stupid, useless, reaching avarice of pointless acquisition and greed…that they would, as Marley said….Hurt all Mankind, to just save their own Beliefs. I feel the pain of the world that they have made…and the greater pain of the what if, the possible that will not happen with them in charge….the what if, the world that could be without them.
And then I ask myself, what can I do today, to stop these Dirty Rotten Bastards…and how can I help, today, to build a world without them….and then…. I get back to work.
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I get back to work.”
yes you do.
It’s no wonder they’re so angry all the time…. I’d hate to be in their shoes.
Without any foreknowledge, I managed to write an essay last night with exactly 1000 words. OCD rulez!
it will be assimilated……
…in my life, and presumably in yours, roughly, the population of the world and the US has doubled. So — though I’m perpetually surprised and horrified at what these fuckwads do — I keep feeling like just focussing on the bastards, when we’re all to some degree complicit — is meaningful but missing vital context.
…and, America, having killed off a continent’s inhabitants and enslaved another’s as a foundation, has a really, really long history of fighting these weasels. We’re part of a long tradition of pissed of ‘murcans, the outlaws and iconoclasts, faced with people who have an overwhelming interest in expediency and power….
The GOP doesn’t want him in their house. The Democrats don’t want him in their house. The whole damn country doesn’t want him in their house.
But give the man some respect. He has his biggest challenge still ahead of him.
Self-governance:
Or he can always go back to life in a bottle. Were he from a middle class family, he’d probably be staggering through an alley somewhere with nothing but a bottle of cheap wine to keep him warm and help him forget his string of failures, or in prison… where he belongs.
What happened to your cheeriness and hope from last week?
I felt out of step. One good think about being cryptically cynical: at some point everybody fall back into place.
I’m not paying $96.00 per ticket to see Elvis Costello and Tom Petty play rock ‘n roll. Time was (1977 to be precise) that I paid .99 a ticket to see these two. That’s when they really played rock ‘n roll.
because I was very depressed and disillusioned. And now, well, I’m still very depressed and disillusioned.
I guess I’m too much of an idealist. I guess I’m naive. I was foolish to think, if I tried real hard, I could help make a difference. Maybe I just have to realize that politics, by it’s nature, is just rotten, dirty and corrupt. And if you’re sincere and caring, you’re bound to pay a price.
Things are seldom what they seem. People take advantage of you. You’re misled. You think you’ve played by the rules, just to find out you’ve been punked.
I don’t like being played.
The continued feedback saying we know they intend to depopulate on purpose. Millions will die fighting this.