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| (Ruins of Pompeii) |
I'm mad.
Damned mad.
Part of it's guilt. More on that in a moment. Meantime, I've taken over your controls; the fucking TV isn't going to work for a while, and you'd better get used to some saltier language than I usually use. Y'see, the country I love is dying.
It's dying because I didn't do what I'm going to do from now until the first part of November, and beyond. I didn't act. I wrote - talked - and sometimes wrote a congresscritter, but I didn't do nearly enough by half to prevent the jackals from gnawing the ass-end out of the Constitution while telling us that it was 'for the good of national security.' Neither did any of the rest of us.
I know our history - all too well. I know the reasons why people like Eugene Debs and John Reed were important; I know why the Wobblies sacrificed everything, including their lives, to make a better America. I also know that this is going to have to happen again before we wrest control from the cabal of cocksuckers who bought-and-paid for everything that matters.
Unless you've been under a rock, here's what happened: The bankers on Wall Street, along with their Neocon buddies in government, fiddled with the Etch-a-Sketch knobs controlling the nation's financial system until the whole thing seized up like Grandpa's constipated guts. They've rendered the currency worthless. They've mooched money from the government, which turned around and printed more cash than the nation could possibly sustain, then watched as these same people parked it offshore and literally bet against us.
Our money is sitting in the Caymans, the Bahamas, and probably a handful of other countries. Our money, and that of our grandkids, as well. We can't touch it. We can't use it to build small businesses, jump start new technologies, or clean up the fucking Gulf of Mexico.
That's because the nation's wealth - all but 3% of it - is now in the hands of around 5% of the population. We're living on the scraps, folks.
The ironic thing? The Neocons have convinced over 60% of America that it's the collective fault of us liberal/progressives!
Yep - those of us who Stayed Awake in Class; those of us who said way back when, "Wait - that's Voodoo Economics, Mistofer Emperor - an' by-the-by; you ain't gots no fuckin' clothes, neither!"
We bitched - and then did nothing. Well, that's about to change.
That sound you folks hear up toward the northeastern part of the country is the collective sound of jackal-jaws, chewing on the corpse of the American economy. When they're done, they'll turn on the rest of the world - because these people have no conscience, and no compunction about enslaving the goddamned planet.
Now, if you're used to listening to morons like Glenn Beck, you'll probably find everything I've written so far a form of anathema, because you've allowed yourself to be brainwashed by megadosing on Neocon horseshit. You probably think that David Barton is a real historian; that Bill O'Reilly is a real journalist, that it's Obama and not thirty years of Neocon misrule which brought us to this sorry pass.
Y'know what? Fuck you. Fuck you and the horse you went down on, because you are part of the problem.
I realize by writing this that I'm not doing anything to 'bring people together' or to 'eliminate polarization'. I agree. I'm not. That's because meeting Neocon jackal-rhetoric with reason and logic hasn't worked too well over the past few years - as I've said before, when we begin to win an argument with these people, they're perfectly willing to pull out a metaphorical .44 Magnum and pump five rounds into the chest of whoever just beat them at their own game.
To them, it's that simple: When you're losing; change the rules. If facts and statistics stack up against you in the Card Game of Political Discourse, then pull an iron pipe from your back pocket and whack your opponent in the head until his eyes roll back. If he turns blue and shits the chair, that's an unintended bit o' entertainment.
Folks, that's how these people work. I can't put it any clearer - people as diverse as Frank Schaeffer and Chris Hedges have been saying this, with logic and fact and reason, for several years - and no one has paid attention - because most Americans are as dumb as fucking sticks, and only respect force.
From now on, consider me part of the radical left.
I don't give a good glorious goddamn, either. I know I'll hear from the pansies, who'll tell me that I should stay the course with them, maintaining our collective 'cool'. Here's a wake up call: Hope and longing are not strategies.
I know there's a whole group of people on the left of the greater political conversation who've let the sharp rail of the fence they're straddling cram their nuts up their collective asshole - and that's fine with me, but I'm one of the original old bastards who saw the aftermath of Vietnam - the inflation, the shell-shocked students in class with me, trying to sort out lives while suffering from PTSD; all of it - and I've earned the right to call things what they really are.
From now on, I'm joining every cocksucking faggot and cooch-licking lesbian and every pagan tree-hugging, peace-loving dirt-worshipper in every demonstration I can find. I will be many things as history fades us out - but I will not be quiet.
When the final history is written, I want the world to know that in the twilight of the empire, there were a handful of us who cheered the end of Neoconservatism, and that we didn't give in to these jackals without a fight.
See you on the evening news.
See you on the evening news.
