Occasionally, I write an essay for a friend in order to get them through a difficult course and charge a nominal fee. This is one of them. I risk posting it here but I feel I have to, for it did come from me and sums up what I feel about not only history but the institution of education as well. That institution is run by sour old bastards whose balls have dried up probably due to fear. I understand that. I sympathize with that. I try not to spend too much time thinking about what sort of damage I may have done to my own life by writing letters like this. I only hope that one day it amounts to something more that an afterthought skimmed by readers looking for a quick argument.
The world as we know it today was born during the 1300 C.E. period
to the 1700 C.E. period. Before those times of black plague and the
seesaw effect of declining China and rising Europe any student finds
that the troubles of that day are not different from the troubles of
now. The Christians and Muslims fought each other for not just land
but followers, flexing muscle in order to sway the herd. A group of
farmers believing in one god collided with a group of sailors
believing in another god; they saw land and found it good, therefore
they shed blood to control the lands. In gaining the lands they
forced their morals upon the people, some of whom agreed and some of
whom did not agree. Fighting ensued.
Same as it ever was. In history, fighting is always the deciding
factor. It has little to do with who has the money or who has the
goods or even who has the land. The end always goes to the one who
has the will and the soldiers and the weapons. This has never proved
wrong. There are no facts supporting the idea that the weaker muscle
controls the stronger muscle in any case for the statement makes no
sense. Hours of research are spent to create arguments supporting
differing sides of the political science when all that really matters
is who has the weapons. This is an ugly truth but it is nevertheless
true. And it will not change.
In answering these questions this one came last. I realized
something—historical examples and sufficient detail from the text
must be used to support...what? Any new idea? Just reading the text
and using the internet for research to write a run-of-the-mill essay
explaining the same picture of brain fodder anyone else could
describe with a thesaurus and wi-fi seems pointless to me, not to
mention exhausting. History shows that the influence of trade over
the course of years is controlled by the ones who are willing to shed
the most blood. For all the banter and think-tanks this is now and
will always remain the truth.
What is most sad is the fact that students who have read these
facts and reported them with essays will not state this plainly.
There is always the risk of a bad grade, and spreading truth is never
worth that. Where history is concerned it is if only due to the
simple fact that history is made through war, blood, drive, and the
ability to suck down the fear of consequence when it comes to going
off the beaten path and blazing a trail. Sometimes, however, that is
what must be done.
In researching this time period one will find evidence of a world
being born. Burma, the Jewish nations, India, China, Europe, even
America—all of these nations struggled during this time period to
make a name for themselves. They all made respective names the same
way, through blood and the diplomacy that comes after the blood has
been spilled. Those names have not fared well, so here we are today,
still spilling blood in the hopes of creating newer, smaller names
and keeping good the larger, more popular names. Rather than proving
knowledge of the times, dates, and names important in these motions
it is better to educate new minds in ways of repaving the way, not
with blood, but with something else as yet unfound.
Friday, May 2, 2014
Ye Fucking Gods #5632
A horrible bald bastard recently did his level best to make my wife and I homeless. This after I filled out the online application that got his foot in the door so he could have a nice, cushy job at the hospital. Cooked his dinner. Washed his dishes. I tried to help him in every way I could think to help and the motherfucker decided that wasn't good enough because I have too much stuff. He didn't like seeing my stuff in his house. You may think there is more to this but there is not. Some people are just that asshole.
So far the wife and I have managed to stay head above homelessness. It has been hell, going from a friend's house to a hotel room inhabited by the dregs of society; crack heads, dealers, killers and swine of every type. Nobody gave us any static so I cannot bitch too much. We'd still be there if we'd have been able to afford the exorbitant $750.00 a month rent, but we just couldn't--a waitress and an up and coming writer do not make for wealthy partners. We don't have much but we do have friends and our hope for a brighter future. Sometimes that has to be enough.
Right now we are living with good people--my surrogate sister and her two kids, and her husband--a good-hearted, no-nonsense Canuck. I'd be lying if I did not admit the whole scenario has an inspiring sort of novelty of the type I can use, the sort that brings about great tales such as Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. I would also be lying if I said I would not trade in that inspiration for a sense of security, the type of security I enjoyed while writing Polarity. Those were good days, relaxing and drinking and writing my ass off with stars in my eyes. But that is not the way things are. Instead, we live in a place full of raucous laughs and much alcohol, the joviality only marred by a sense of underlying paranoia that things could change for the worse at any given moment. Silent moments of a sort of group-prayer where all involved do not know the others pray as well but the energies join and maybe each one of us feels a little less of the existential terror threatening to throw the killswitch.
With all of this come to pass, I haven't given a good goddamn about world affairs, and I don't know when I will again. Chances are it will not be too far in the future. And I just signed another contract today...I think there will be more to come.
So far the wife and I have managed to stay head above homelessness. It has been hell, going from a friend's house to a hotel room inhabited by the dregs of society; crack heads, dealers, killers and swine of every type. Nobody gave us any static so I cannot bitch too much. We'd still be there if we'd have been able to afford the exorbitant $750.00 a month rent, but we just couldn't--a waitress and an up and coming writer do not make for wealthy partners. We don't have much but we do have friends and our hope for a brighter future. Sometimes that has to be enough.
Right now we are living with good people--my surrogate sister and her two kids, and her husband--a good-hearted, no-nonsense Canuck. I'd be lying if I did not admit the whole scenario has an inspiring sort of novelty of the type I can use, the sort that brings about great tales such as Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. I would also be lying if I said I would not trade in that inspiration for a sense of security, the type of security I enjoyed while writing Polarity. Those were good days, relaxing and drinking and writing my ass off with stars in my eyes. But that is not the way things are. Instead, we live in a place full of raucous laughs and much alcohol, the joviality only marred by a sense of underlying paranoia that things could change for the worse at any given moment. Silent moments of a sort of group-prayer where all involved do not know the others pray as well but the energies join and maybe each one of us feels a little less of the existential terror threatening to throw the killswitch.
With all of this come to pass, I haven't given a good goddamn about world affairs, and I don't know when I will again. Chances are it will not be too far in the future. And I just signed another contract today...I think there will be more to come.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
The Fountainhead is Cracked and Crumbling
Jackass hilarity: The American government, through USAID spent 1.6 million dollars on a
project called "ZunZuneo" in order to help spur the Cubans into ousting their own totalitarian government. Meanwhile, the United States itself teeters on the verge of becoming a Third World country. The job market is fictitious. Civil unrest is rampant, evidenced bysuch actings-out as razor blades appearing on monkey bars and veterans going mad, mowing down citizens and then themselves. The Affordable Care Act isn't affordable, freedom isn't free and neither is speech--it is the ultimate irony that what we say and do in our own country while on the internet is closely monitored and scrutinized, then silently punished with red flags and black marks aside our social security numbers while our government sets aside precious monies to aid Cuban subversives in raging against their own vicious machine. Further precious monies are spent on sneaking in illegal immigrants and motions for war in eastern Europe. Drug cartels are funded and crucified in the popular media to perpetuate the War on Drugs, and none of this puppeteering is helping Average American Joe and Jill.
Instead, if the average person wants to work they must say farewell to their family and slave for minimum wage and shit benefits some 75 hours a week, unless, of course, they are willing to rack up tens of thousands of dollars in debt attending a college that will feed them nothing but cram courses, technical schools geared not toward your advancement, but toward your failure and their fat wallet. Excessively stupider laws are passed in order to nullify the tax return and embrace socialism, businesses continue to outsource high-dollar jobs to the afforementioned un-American countries, and anyone who mentions these important, terrifying things, myself included, is herded together with the rest of the uipstart buffalo and ran off the cliff to be broken and skinned on the craggy, scabrous lands of economic collateral damage. The government's standpoint these days is: "Fuck our own people, whiny little shits that they are. Let's help these other people."
Ayn Rand, one of the biggest mouths for capitalism wrote the epic novel The Fountainhead
in order to clarify the reasons behind the notion that those who bring in the money are far more important than the proletarian to a nation's economic structure. Yesterday I spent time thinking about that book and had a donkey kick moment of clarity--our leaders are no longer interested in bringing in the money. They are more concerned with shoveling the money into other, non-American countries, spending our tax dollars on building economies in the middle east, Mexico, and soon the Ukraine (if we get our war) and Cuba. It is cause to wonder if Big Capital is not seeking a new home.
Perhaps it would be better if these swine did leave and we were relegated to a third world country. If they all just got the fuck out of their own accord we would be forced to act, and that might remind
the population what it means to be an American. We have forgotten. Our forefathers would not have tolerated this quagmire, even if it is one of merely passive oppression. No, they would have stood up and kicked some ass, never mind the possible consequence of imprisonment or even death for they realized something we the People no longer realize--great needs outweigh individual desire in times of tyranny.
Unfortunately the media and the technological age has softened us into a society of whiny, spoiled brat children. It has been called the "Me" generation, a group of self-absorbed passive/aggressive 18-35 year old pussies. My age group wouldn't know a good fight if it kicked them in the face, and if it did, chances are the better part of us would just lay down and cry and be pissed on.
In fact, fuck chances are. That is exactly what is happening. Hopefully soon the next corner will turn. I'm waiting for it. My generation needs to eat itself. If it did, it would get sick to its stomach and vomit itself out and then finally see itself for what it is, a group that wants to be leashed and led, whipped and beaten because it has absolutely no identity of its own, a crowd of walking commercials. Those with identity and self-respect have beliefs, and they stand of for those beliefs, damning the consequences. I've been committing slow social suicide with my writings for the past twelve years with the hope that the right people will read these rants and band together, jumping up with the goal of ousting these parasitic fatback Sultan-esque motherfuckers hoarding American money in order to piss it away on outside interests. My efforts have not worked. The failure is part mine, but also part yours.
You must get sick and look at yourselves in the obsidian mirror of your own bile. If the picture is disgusting it should be changed.
No economy survives when the money goes outside of it. Would you throw your paycheck out the door to blow away in the wind and be picked up by some vagabond? No. But you work and live and speak and even die in support of a government that is doing exactly that. It is sickening and it needs to stop. So stop it. Use all possible means.
project called "ZunZuneo" in order to help spur the Cubans into ousting their own totalitarian government. Meanwhile, the United States itself teeters on the verge of becoming a Third World country. The job market is fictitious. Civil unrest is rampant, evidenced bysuch actings-out as razor blades appearing on monkey bars and veterans going mad, mowing down citizens and then themselves. The Affordable Care Act isn't affordable, freedom isn't free and neither is speech--it is the ultimate irony that what we say and do in our own country while on the internet is closely monitored and scrutinized, then silently punished with red flags and black marks aside our social security numbers while our government sets aside precious monies to aid Cuban subversives in raging against their own vicious machine. Further precious monies are spent on sneaking in illegal immigrants and motions for war in eastern Europe. Drug cartels are funded and crucified in the popular media to perpetuate the War on Drugs, and none of this puppeteering is helping Average American Joe and Jill.
Instead, if the average person wants to work they must say farewell to their family and slave for minimum wage and shit benefits some 75 hours a week, unless, of course, they are willing to rack up tens of thousands of dollars in debt attending a college that will feed them nothing but cram courses, technical schools geared not toward your advancement, but toward your failure and their fat wallet. Excessively stupider laws are passed in order to nullify the tax return and embrace socialism, businesses continue to outsource high-dollar jobs to the afforementioned un-American countries, and anyone who mentions these important, terrifying things, myself included, is herded together with the rest of the uipstart buffalo and ran off the cliff to be broken and skinned on the craggy, scabrous lands of economic collateral damage. The government's standpoint these days is: "Fuck our own people, whiny little shits that they are. Let's help these other people."
Ayn Rand, one of the biggest mouths for capitalism wrote the epic novel The Fountainhead
in order to clarify the reasons behind the notion that those who bring in the money are far more important than the proletarian to a nation's economic structure. Yesterday I spent time thinking about that book and had a donkey kick moment of clarity--our leaders are no longer interested in bringing in the money. They are more concerned with shoveling the money into other, non-American countries, spending our tax dollars on building economies in the middle east, Mexico, and soon the Ukraine (if we get our war) and Cuba. It is cause to wonder if Big Capital is not seeking a new home.
Perhaps it would be better if these swine did leave and we were relegated to a third world country. If they all just got the fuck out of their own accord we would be forced to act, and that might remind
the population what it means to be an American. We have forgotten. Our forefathers would not have tolerated this quagmire, even if it is one of merely passive oppression. No, they would have stood up and kicked some ass, never mind the possible consequence of imprisonment or even death for they realized something we the People no longer realize--great needs outweigh individual desire in times of tyranny.
Unfortunately the media and the technological age has softened us into a society of whiny, spoiled brat children. It has been called the "Me" generation, a group of self-absorbed passive/aggressive 18-35 year old pussies. My age group wouldn't know a good fight if it kicked them in the face, and if it did, chances are the better part of us would just lay down and cry and be pissed on.
In fact, fuck chances are. That is exactly what is happening. Hopefully soon the next corner will turn. I'm waiting for it. My generation needs to eat itself. If it did, it would get sick to its stomach and vomit itself out and then finally see itself for what it is, a group that wants to be leashed and led, whipped and beaten because it has absolutely no identity of its own, a crowd of walking commercials. Those with identity and self-respect have beliefs, and they stand of for those beliefs, damning the consequences. I've been committing slow social suicide with my writings for the past twelve years with the hope that the right people will read these rants and band together, jumping up with the goal of ousting these parasitic fatback Sultan-esque motherfuckers hoarding American money in order to piss it away on outside interests. My efforts have not worked. The failure is part mine, but also part yours.
You must get sick and look at yourselves in the obsidian mirror of your own bile. If the picture is disgusting it should be changed.
No economy survives when the money goes outside of it. Would you throw your paycheck out the door to blow away in the wind and be picked up by some vagabond? No. But you work and live and speak and even die in support of a government that is doing exactly that. It is sickening and it needs to stop. So stop it. Use all possible means.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Ring Around the Red Rosie: The Next War
The madness in the Ukraine continues.
There is a significant difference between Russian protestors and American protestors. We lay down in traffic. These fuckers lay siege. It makes me wonder just how serious anyone in America is about initiating government change. These protestors went apeshit after learning that Ukrainan president Viktor Yanukovych cut a deal with Putin to kill their agreements with the EU for cheaper Natural Gas.One protestor from the Right Sector was shot to death, and the carnage began. American government does worse--trading off freedoms for big business deals--and no one gives a fuck. The question here is one of passion: do we have any here in America?
Also--the sanctions will increase until subservience improves. America is afraid of Russia "driving a wedge" between American and European trade. Why? What is the fear? There is no good reason for this fear. It is high school cheerleader clique mentality. The only good reason for trade to
falter is a lack of decent product, and maybe that's the real fear. Perhaps we're afraid that someone might tell Europe they're getting screwed. Otherwise, all you have is the worry that somehow Russia will convince Europe that we are not the cool kids anymore and they will stop associating with us. That's a bullshit worry.
Or at least, it should be. At the present moment, this limp administration lacks lustre of any sort. There is something lame and drab about American leadership these days. Our people are going through a horrible social burnout due to over stimulation brought on by too many idiot voices, wannabe-revolutionaries doing nothing aside from laying down in traffic while wearing the plastic visage of a man who thought that the Catholic church was too lenient and Facebook reactionaries liking and un-liking memes posted about distracting non-issues, or even real issues without suggesting alternate routes. The onus of any protest is to have a suggestion for alternate routes rather than to just act or merely type out on account of unreasonable fears of coming change. The problem in America is just that--no one has any suggestions. We bitch for the sake of bitching. We protest to get on television. We just want to be a part of something and it makes no difference what that thing is. As soon as the next big thing comes along, the memes will change. People do this when they're bored, or when they have no anchor, and this administration has none. Our country is a barnacle-encrusted ship drifting along a tumultuous sea with no port in sight and an ever-more angry, scurvy-brained crew.
But fear not, the government has the cure. The same fantastic, time-honored cure to bad domestic relations and a worse economy: war. A repeat of the old Cold war only this time it may not be so cold. People have already forgotten about Iran, and this is a bad idea. Iran has not forgotten about us just because they're being quiet. Eventually Russia is going to get angry and start growling, and Iran will growl along with them. Like with Germany and Italy and Japan, it will be Russia and Iran on the assault and when no one is paying attention, a hard Pearl Harbor-style slap from China will come. At least, that's how it would be if we were all just playing a game of Risk. This knowledge will bring people together the same way it did when we turned a blind eye to the cocksuckers that blew up the World Trade Center. We are expected to turn a blind eye to the next attack. There will be one, not today, not tomorrow, but in my lifetime.
This is the world we leave to our children and people want to know why I refuse to procreate.
Is there a solution? Yes. Stop applying this "fuck with them you fuckin' with us" gangster mentality to an area of life where those with power are supposed to have reached psychological maturity. The Ukraine and other countries can take care of themselves, probably much better than we can take care of them. At least their protestors have balls and direction, something ours have lacked since the early seventies.
The bottom line: America would like to see Europe less dependent on Moscow for energy. Speculation: America would like to see Europe more dependent on American-controlled
energy coming from Moscow. Another president motioning to start a war he can't finish. These fucked up presidents unable to do anything for our country starting wars under the auspices of benefitting another country should be imprisoned. Soldiers--do you want to fight for that? No one overseas is fucking with our freedom. In fact, I cannot think of a single moment in my lifetime where American freedom was threatened by any other source aside from the American government.
Now there is something worth making into a meme.
There is a significant difference between Russian protestors and American protestors. We lay down in traffic. These fuckers lay siege. It makes me wonder just how serious anyone in America is about initiating government change. These protestors went apeshit after learning that Ukrainan president Viktor Yanukovych cut a deal with Putin to kill their agreements with the EU for cheaper Natural Gas.One protestor from the Right Sector was shot to death, and the carnage began. American government does worse--trading off freedoms for big business deals--and no one gives a fuck. The question here is one of passion: do we have any here in America?
Also--the sanctions will increase until subservience improves. America is afraid of Russia "driving a wedge" between American and European trade. Why? What is the fear? There is no good reason for this fear. It is high school cheerleader clique mentality. The only good reason for trade to
falter is a lack of decent product, and maybe that's the real fear. Perhaps we're afraid that someone might tell Europe they're getting screwed. Otherwise, all you have is the worry that somehow Russia will convince Europe that we are not the cool kids anymore and they will stop associating with us. That's a bullshit worry.
Or at least, it should be. At the present moment, this limp administration lacks lustre of any sort. There is something lame and drab about American leadership these days. Our people are going through a horrible social burnout due to over stimulation brought on by too many idiot voices, wannabe-revolutionaries doing nothing aside from laying down in traffic while wearing the plastic visage of a man who thought that the Catholic church was too lenient and Facebook reactionaries liking and un-liking memes posted about distracting non-issues, or even real issues without suggesting alternate routes. The onus of any protest is to have a suggestion for alternate routes rather than to just act or merely type out on account of unreasonable fears of coming change. The problem in America is just that--no one has any suggestions. We bitch for the sake of bitching. We protest to get on television. We just want to be a part of something and it makes no difference what that thing is. As soon as the next big thing comes along, the memes will change. People do this when they're bored, or when they have no anchor, and this administration has none. Our country is a barnacle-encrusted ship drifting along a tumultuous sea with no port in sight and an ever-more angry, scurvy-brained crew.
But fear not, the government has the cure. The same fantastic, time-honored cure to bad domestic relations and a worse economy: war. A repeat of the old Cold war only this time it may not be so cold. People have already forgotten about Iran, and this is a bad idea. Iran has not forgotten about us just because they're being quiet. Eventually Russia is going to get angry and start growling, and Iran will growl along with them. Like with Germany and Italy and Japan, it will be Russia and Iran on the assault and when no one is paying attention, a hard Pearl Harbor-style slap from China will come. At least, that's how it would be if we were all just playing a game of Risk. This knowledge will bring people together the same way it did when we turned a blind eye to the cocksuckers that blew up the World Trade Center. We are expected to turn a blind eye to the next attack. There will be one, not today, not tomorrow, but in my lifetime.
This is the world we leave to our children and people want to know why I refuse to procreate.
Is there a solution? Yes. Stop applying this "fuck with them you fuckin' with us" gangster mentality to an area of life where those with power are supposed to have reached psychological maturity. The Ukraine and other countries can take care of themselves, probably much better than we can take care of them. At least their protestors have balls and direction, something ours have lacked since the early seventies.
The bottom line: America would like to see Europe less dependent on Moscow for energy. Speculation: America would like to see Europe more dependent on American-controlled
energy coming from Moscow. Another president motioning to start a war he can't finish. These fucked up presidents unable to do anything for our country starting wars under the auspices of benefitting another country should be imprisoned. Soldiers--do you want to fight for that? No one overseas is fucking with our freedom. In fact, I cannot think of a single moment in my lifetime where American freedom was threatened by any other source aside from the American government.
Now there is something worth making into a meme.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
R.I.P. WHARGOUL
I was fourteen when I fell in love with GWAR. That was a long time ago, I hate to say it was a lifetime ago. The music was a constant in my life. They are the only band I've gotten into fights over. I even went to jail over them once. We GWAR fans are fanatics, make no mistake. Being that as it is, yesterday was a tragic days for those of us who loved not only GWAR but DBX and SLAVE PIT TV as well. Yesterday, Dave Brockie died. He was only 50.
Over the years I have heard many rumors about Dave Brockie and in part I came here to dispel the stupider of them. I have decided not to. I think Dave would have liked it better to have everyone think that he was whatever the fuck they think he was. And if he wouldn't have, Oderus would have. I will say that the man was a genius poet regardless of what the myopic masses think, their vision pressed too firmly to the frontlines to see where the truth lives in the middle. Also, he was and will remain the most innovative artist of my generation. My parents had KISS and we had GWAR.
How did he die?
How the fuck do you think he died? Probably with a needle in his arm or a dollar bill up nose, both full of some illicit substance, searching for his lost guitar amongst the fodder of numerous forgotten debauch. I only hope some cocksucker didn't sell him a hot shot. Anyone who can find pictures of the genius's corpse should post them all over the internet forthwith. Normally I wouldn't say something like this, but once again, I'm sure Dave would have wanted it that way. He was a pretty limitless guy. He represented the destruction of puritanical views. I like that. There's nothing quite as pathetic or hypocritical as living like a fucking puritan and Dave Brockie make a killing from taking a giant shit all over that life.
At the end of the day, he had more balls than you, and that is why his death should be written about time and time again. Even Christ would agree: "Dave could have done it better."
Farewell, King Queen. You will be missed. Enjoy the Great Krak-Down in the Sky.
Over the years I have heard many rumors about Dave Brockie and in part I came here to dispel the stupider of them. I have decided not to. I think Dave would have liked it better to have everyone think that he was whatever the fuck they think he was. And if he wouldn't have, Oderus would have. I will say that the man was a genius poet regardless of what the myopic masses think, their vision pressed too firmly to the frontlines to see where the truth lives in the middle. Also, he was and will remain the most innovative artist of my generation. My parents had KISS and we had GWAR.
How did he die?
How the fuck do you think he died? Probably with a needle in his arm or a dollar bill up nose, both full of some illicit substance, searching for his lost guitar amongst the fodder of numerous forgotten debauch. I only hope some cocksucker didn't sell him a hot shot. Anyone who can find pictures of the genius's corpse should post them all over the internet forthwith. Normally I wouldn't say something like this, but once again, I'm sure Dave would have wanted it that way. He was a pretty limitless guy. He represented the destruction of puritanical views. I like that. There's nothing quite as pathetic or hypocritical as living like a fucking puritan and Dave Brockie make a killing from taking a giant shit all over that life.
At the end of the day, he had more balls than you, and that is why his death should be written about time and time again. Even Christ would agree: "Dave could have done it better."
Farewell, King Queen. You will be missed. Enjoy the Great Krak-Down in the Sky.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
The Era of the Facebook Reactionary
These days, everyone is a political pundit. For the past four years Facebook has been rife with would-be Hunter S. Thompsons posting poorly written expositions about pols that serve more to polarize the nation than anything else. Partisanship bred of half-literate internet trolls divides the nation further than Fox News and MSNBC and hammers home the goal of the government; to stultify civilian progress. In the scramble to sound smart, people alienate and insult one another. This doesn't help.
These individuals think they're doing something good, but they never stop to ask themselves: what is the goal? Is it to spread awareness or to proselytize? Or is it just prideful banter, small people straining to sound intelligent, usually fucking up the facts and confusing people? These wannabe reporters get it wrong but no one bothers to check their facts and soon this speculative fiction will be known as the facts much the same as Ebonics has made a place for itself into newer editions of the dictionary. Just as those jumbles are not words the spittle is not factual.
It is gossip and dubious babble at best and at its worst it causes an epidemic of self-righteous stupidity. People talk of Obama, thanks to the internet, as if he is the first president to cause the economic problems of today. Far from it. None of today's problems are new. They are just versions of the same old bullshit--World Police 7.0 or The Grapes of Wrath 2014. We have been feuding with the Middle East, vying for oil profits since the late 1940's. Our World Police action started the moment we got involved in World War One, taking until World War Two to mature. The Treasury Department has had its hand in raping economic profits and controlling both opinion and action since 1901, maturing fully with the Prohibition. Businessmen have been wasting goods that could go to feed the needy since farming became a for-profit enterprise. Obviously neither Obama, Bush, or that earlier devil, Nixon, held the presidency during these eras.
Getting personal:
Your vote has not counted since the nineteenth century, when politicians decided that you were too stupid to vote for yourselves and created the Electoral College. And that is really why the EC came to be, even though it is written that the "average person is not well-enough informed" to vote for themselves. Translation: "Shitkicking Farmer Joes don't know jack about how government works--let's just allow them to keep thinking it matters when they hit the ballot box."
Upton Sinclaire had a lot to say about poor work conditions and poor pay in his book The Jungle, which told the story of the Chicago Stockyards in a time before child labor laws or health standards. I could go on, but brevity is the name of the game in these days of ADHD. Anyone who wants more facts can use the internet to find them if they care to.
All government here, overseas, and everywhere else is, always has been, and always will be nothing more than a gigantic piss-take. It's a mirage. An unfair game in which a group of like-minded, nepotism-placed used car salesmen vie for power and favor and money. The big names have been at the top since the start and even though they let the occasional newcomer like Obama through the door to throw the public off their fetid stench, the rules are really being made by names like Rockefeller and Rothschild. The general public really doesn't even know who the true leaders of the "free" world are or where they sit because the general public never sees them, and the general public never will.
It is better this way. This way, the true bastards of the game are never seen or held accountable for anything. The Congress, who really do nothing aside from stamp papers they don't even read, never minding the fact that these papers are new laws, can only be blamed for laziness and carelessness. The President doesn't even know what fucking day it is. Everything he says is written for him. The people you want to blame, the ones who are really ruining everything are almost impossible to find. For them, it is better this way. You cannot kill an illusion.
If you're going to post lengthy "comments" about the power struggle, know why you're doing it. It is, after all, not all bad. Sometimes, you folks actually catch a break and mass-gripe about a real issue,(and no, it isn't Health Care. Sorry, but that, like Gun Control and Abortion, is a cunt's issue) causing the Elite to back off and not mass-exterminate in order to meet their 500,000,000 total population mark. Just take care not to further the polarization. Once you start losing friends and calling everyone a motherfucker, you chalk up a loss for yourself and a win for J.P. Fatback.
These individuals think they're doing something good, but they never stop to ask themselves: what is the goal? Is it to spread awareness or to proselytize? Or is it just prideful banter, small people straining to sound intelligent, usually fucking up the facts and confusing people? These wannabe reporters get it wrong but no one bothers to check their facts and soon this speculative fiction will be known as the facts much the same as Ebonics has made a place for itself into newer editions of the dictionary. Just as those jumbles are not words the spittle is not factual.
It is gossip and dubious babble at best and at its worst it causes an epidemic of self-righteous stupidity. People talk of Obama, thanks to the internet, as if he is the first president to cause the economic problems of today. Far from it. None of today's problems are new. They are just versions of the same old bullshit--World Police 7.0 or The Grapes of Wrath 2014. We have been feuding with the Middle East, vying for oil profits since the late 1940's. Our World Police action started the moment we got involved in World War One, taking until World War Two to mature. The Treasury Department has had its hand in raping economic profits and controlling both opinion and action since 1901, maturing fully with the Prohibition. Businessmen have been wasting goods that could go to feed the needy since farming became a for-profit enterprise. Obviously neither Obama, Bush, or that earlier devil, Nixon, held the presidency during these eras.
Getting personal:
Your vote has not counted since the nineteenth century, when politicians decided that you were too stupid to vote for yourselves and created the Electoral College. And that is really why the EC came to be, even though it is written that the "average person is not well-enough informed" to vote for themselves. Translation: "Shitkicking Farmer Joes don't know jack about how government works--let's just allow them to keep thinking it matters when they hit the ballot box."
Upton Sinclaire had a lot to say about poor work conditions and poor pay in his book The Jungle, which told the story of the Chicago Stockyards in a time before child labor laws or health standards. I could go on, but brevity is the name of the game in these days of ADHD. Anyone who wants more facts can use the internet to find them if they care to.
All government here, overseas, and everywhere else is, always has been, and always will be nothing more than a gigantic piss-take. It's a mirage. An unfair game in which a group of like-minded, nepotism-placed used car salesmen vie for power and favor and money. The big names have been at the top since the start and even though they let the occasional newcomer like Obama through the door to throw the public off their fetid stench, the rules are really being made by names like Rockefeller and Rothschild. The general public really doesn't even know who the true leaders of the "free" world are or where they sit because the general public never sees them, and the general public never will.
It is better this way. This way, the true bastards of the game are never seen or held accountable for anything. The Congress, who really do nothing aside from stamp papers they don't even read, never minding the fact that these papers are new laws, can only be blamed for laziness and carelessness. The President doesn't even know what fucking day it is. Everything he says is written for him. The people you want to blame, the ones who are really ruining everything are almost impossible to find. For them, it is better this way. You cannot kill an illusion.
If you're going to post lengthy "comments" about the power struggle, know why you're doing it. It is, after all, not all bad. Sometimes, you folks actually catch a break and mass-gripe about a real issue,(and no, it isn't Health Care. Sorry, but that, like Gun Control and Abortion, is a cunt's issue) causing the Elite to back off and not mass-exterminate in order to meet their 500,000,000 total population mark. Just take care not to further the polarization. Once you start losing friends and calling everyone a motherfucker, you chalk up a loss for yourself and a win for J.P. Fatback.
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