“If you read the newspapers today, I, for one, am increasingly concerned about the growing mobs occupying Wall Street and the other cities across the country. And believe it or not, some in this town, have actually condoned the pitting of Americans against Americans.” — Eric Cantor
Damn! I nearly spit out my coffee when I read that one. At that exact same moment, the pot that I had brewed the coffee in called the kettle “black”. Aren’t these the most interesting of times? They are, you know. They really are!
Here is a question that I am hard-pressed to avoid: Is there a bigger worm slithering though the halls of Congress than Eric Cantor? If there is I’d sure as hell would like to know about it. It has always amused me to watch him on the tube trying to defend the morally indefensible. He always has this weird look of cherubic contentment on his clueless face. It really is something to behold. To the credit of Mitch “The Plutocracy’s Bitch” McConnell, he at least has the decency to look somewhat ill at ease when having to vomit forth their nonsensical talking points . Cantor, on the other hand, is right at home with their delightfully twisted agenda. Too weird!
Consider Eric Cantor’s burden. if you will. The little freak wants us to swallow his definition of the people down on Wall Street who now hold up a mirror to the plutocracy’s face. Eric defines them as a “mob”. He actually made a very good point – although I am certain that it was accidental on his part. This IS the pitting of “Americans against Americans. It’s the ninety nine percent against the one percent. Cantor and his people are calling this “class warfare”. Guess what. It is class warfare! And they’ve been waging it against us since the dawn of the Industrial Revolution.
For the first century, it was a covert war. On January 20, 1981 (Guess what happened on that day? Hint: “Ronnie”) it became completely and unabashedly overt. On 17 September 2011, the sleeping giant of the American Left was awakened from a long and troubled slumber. Cantor and his gang shouldn’t even dream about putting an end to what is now happening. This revolution is unstoppable. The line it is drawn; the curse it is cast. The good folks whom at this very hour are occupying Wall Street are bearing witness for all the world to behold, what 30 years of deregulation – and the resulting economic plunder – have done to the working people of this once-great nation. The American people have had it up to here and they’re taking long-overdue action. The old world is rapidly fading. Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend a hand.
Memo to Cantor: You’re absolutely correct, Eric. We are a mob. AND WE’RE PISSED, BUSTER.
You can almost feel the panic reverberating from both sides of the aisle in Congress this week. They’re trying to convince themselves that this is a passing fluke, that we’re not yet at the point of no return. If these corrupt nitwits know a damned thing about history (and sometimes I wonder if these knuckleheads know anything) they must realize that – if this isn’t the end of the right wing’s 30-year-long orgy – it is most definitely the beginning of the end. As the old song says:
This is the beginning of a new era. We’ll either take America back for the middle class – and the poor, so they may once again aspire to be a part of the middle class – or we’ll shut it down down if we have to. It’s as stark and as simple as that. We can do it, too. “Strength in numbers”, you know what I’m saying? There are a hell of a lot more of us than there are of them.
And thanks to the technology that was brought to us in part by the late Steve Jobs, the revolution will be televised.
This past Saturday I was in Red Hook, New York, visiting my friend Laura Pelosi. As we approached the entrance of a little place called “Taste Bud’s Cafe”, out of the loudspeaker came the angelic sound of a voice performing the most beautiful rendition of Bob Dylan’s “Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright” that I have ever heard in my life! Once inside, to our utter astonishment and delight, we were gently confronted by the artistry of Sandy Bailey. This might be the first time you have heard her name, but it won’t be the last – trust me on this one. Here is a link to a site where you can listen to a few of her songs
She wrote a tune called “If Only Dreams Were True”. Dreams are still being made to come true, folks. Sandy Bailey is all the proof you need.
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