“Capitalism has destroyed our belief in any effective power but that of self interest backed by force.” — George Bernard ShawSomething about the morning after. Mourning. Buyer’s remorse. Where do we go from here. How do we reboot. When did everything change. Where did all the common sense go.
Right, because this democracy (not) was working so well for the bailout queens and kings, was working so well for the Carnagies and Rockefellers and land barons and DuPonts and Fords. So many protests, so much angst and spasms around “how did we put in a dunce, degenerate, ding-bat?” Yep, before the hair piece and rapist got in, things were just dandy for Latino/as, Blacks, immigrants, students, Marxists, leftists, intellectuals, scientists, humanists, et al!
Something about the morning after. Mourning. Buyer’s remorse. Where do we go from here. How do we reboot. When did everything change. Where did all the common sense go.
Something about the morning after. Mourning. Buyer’s remorse. Where do we go from here. How do we reboot. When did everything change. Where did all the common sense go.
Right, Reality TV Nation, with those sniveling rot Democratic Party loyalists Rachel Maddow and Ellen and Oprah, the height of what’s wrong with Capitalism Stuffed in a Size 9 Suit of Liberalism!
Unfortunately, the reader knows what I am referencing (Nov. 8 now 9, 10, 11!), and note that these are not questions, above, inquiries on what and how to organize, but rhetorical silly things that get stuck in the craw of the middling and even the exceptionally educated people running non-profits, running roughshod on corporations like 350.org, WWF, and, well, just look on, look on and read about how the new green is green . . . greenbacks: it may be six years old, the reports about how corrupted those nonprofits are, but, shit, really, nothing is old when we think about how maligned everything old is when it’s really spot on when it comes to almost anything compared to life now in 24/7 spectacle time and with each nanosecond tied to digital and consumer masturbation.
Johann Hari, columnist for the London Independent, in his article for The Nation called, ‘The Wrong Kind of Green, ‘ and Christine MacDonald, journalist who used to work for Conservation International (CI) is the author of Green, Inc.: An Environmental Insider Reveals How a Good Cause Has Gone Bad, weigh in on just how corporate and corrupt the green movement, a la Van Jones and McKibben is.
“Why did America’s leading environmental groups jet to Copenhagen and lobby for policies that will lead to the faster death of the rainforests–and runaway global warming? Why are their lobbyists on Capitol Hill dismissing the only real solutions to climate change as ‘unworkable’ and ‘unrealistic,’ as though they were just another sooty tentacle of Big Coal?”
I am getting assaulted by the enviro groups on my email blasts lamenting that Queen of Chaos did not get in, but rather King of Corruption did. What do we do the day after – like a really shitty time in bed with Southern Comfort, the Boss, that gal or guy introduced at the old good-bye HRC Rally. One night stand, cheerio, and now what, after months and years and decades of being assaulted by patriarchy, by the military machine, each new little Army-Navy-Air Force-Marines advertisement at the Superbowl or in the Junior High Schools, Proms and Academy Awards. Friends of the Earth, Oceana, Sierra Club, Environmental Defense Fund, and on and on, as if that world of Capital and Consumption and Coddling is about to collapse because the King of Superficiality-TV-Zionist Zeal is in high office.
Think of the shape of his brain, the brain of the big bad East Coast red-necks – Gingrich, Christie, Giuliani, and the entire bastardized people at the helm, voted in, assault experts, racists all . . .
Conversations about unity, pulling it together, coming into one, back the leader, game over, time to move on. That is the shape of a nation that is one giant scrimmage, one giant fucked up football game, where you have to genuflect to your enemy, the beast, the insipid and insane, the likes of which are in the millions, millions like Trump, thinking like him, at least, not all so on-the-surface retrograde and effete, but still, the billionaires and roughshod Crypto-Christian Zionists, they all run on the same stench, broken promises, inside deals, duplicity, usury, extortion, out-right theft of the commons and the cache that is the taxation game the USA throws the majority into.
Don’t shoot the messenger, this time, is the chant, well, it’s going to actually be the opposite: DO Kill the Messenger, i.e. Murder Those Incompetents in the Elite’s Exclusive Game of Un-Journalism, NPR, CNN, Fox, CBS, ABC, NBC, the entire Clear Channel Time Warner Wall Street Journal AT&T Shit Storm that is the Lobotomizing Media.
Never seen a dime or dollar or giga-buck those elites, those Hollywood-loving, Aspen-skiing, Jet-Setting fuckers turned down. For us forest dwellers, the tick is the infestation I can think of, an allusion to the capitalists, the money changers and hoarders – been full of them, me, my dogs and the deer lagging because those ticks – think of the finance insurance real estate murderers (FIRE) as ticks – dragging each corpuscle out of shape. Or my jungle days, leeches everywhere (IT, Military, Legal Ticks of this transnational shit-storm) – on my eyelids, gonads, armpits, infested after the monsoons, as the larvae of malarial mosquitoes, like the offspring of Clinton-Zuckerberg-Trump-Scalia-You-Name-Him/Her, pulsate in the quagmire of pooling cess, the very cesspool I see as the millionaires’ and billionaires’ pissing and shitting ponds.
My 20-year-old daughter doesn’t need a new lesson on why capitalism wins and we lose, or why she loses with DT or HRC or Hussein, so when the idiocy of an idiot as president arises, she knows the alternative is the deadly idiocy of neoliberalism and regime change. Hillary with her law degree and senatorial insignia and her Madam Secretary shit is no match for even more contradictions – the highest office held by a C-minus Backwoods Barely College Degree-Holding Monkey Actor, Ronald Ray-gun, or some fucking peanut farmer with a bible for a brain Carter, or some AWOL expert and Southern Comfort a la cocaine user dry drunk Bush, or that rapist with the Oxford Argyle Shit, Bill the Sax-Sex-a-phone Clinton.
All their wives, these Nancy’s and Barbara’s and Hillary’s and Laura’s and Michelle’s, oh my god bastions of Stepford Wife Syndrome . . . Unholy Capitalism, Superficiality, Toys and Chattel as they Love to Be.
So what is the shape of things to come? One good thing might be saying, doing, believing, err, This Fucking Rapist Isn’t My President! Youth K12 are Marching, and College Kids, Too, and, hell, if they organized, where would the drive-through America be, how would all that shit for calories Fast-Food get slopped up, if they, under 25, Youth, JUST STOOD up and WALKED OFF the job of Wall Street Investors, the Fast-Assassin Food Jobs, all those Dead-End-to-Nothing jobs cashiering for big grocery stores, big retail stores. What if, what if, this finally is the moment young people see that the entire history taught them is flimflam, bogus, a big-Bigger-Biggest Lie set out by the controllers, those Elites and Chosen Few who want each retail ka-chang, each penny advantage, each dime and dollar and pound of flesh for the and from the Living Dead, us, the retail and consumer cogs in their Club Med-Loving Machine.
The shape of things to come is, a.), business as usual! Nothing has changed in Trump-land, which is really Goldman Sachs Land, Wells Fargo-land, Boeing-and-Big Pharma-land, Big Oil/ Big Munitions/ Big Prison/ Big Finance/ Big Ag-land, and Big Propaganda-, err, Media-LAND, Big Bloomberg-Gates-Wall Street, Big Everything in the United Snakes of America, AKA, US of Israel . . . lands (stolen) – Clinton-Bush-Skulls and Bones Land.
I have to say, these self-induced seizures are embarrassing, these liberals, these arm-chair and Facebook /Change-dot-org/Crowd-sourcing activists (sic) crying, sobbing, making some phony statements that it’s the worst of the worst times! Yeah, that double mushroom cloud Prez Truman was a winner! Escalating murderers in Indochina, JFK and LBJ, real peacemakers, among the races, too. Nixon was one lovable racist-fascist, and then the snitch and Black/Mexican hater, Reagan, and whoops, Carter and his love of mining harbors in Nicaragua . . . oh glory Bush Senior and Junior, and, hmm, how lovely those bones are Bill Clinton, and Deporter in Chief, Obama, soft shoeing at a media roast, laughing at his drone fun . . . . Trump with his fourth grade education speaks to the reality of a racist present-future-past, both demos and re-pubic’s, all that love for bombing them back to the stone-age, all that economic structural sanctions VIOLENCE and Murdering Children and Old Folks blockades MBA magic, the controllers holding trillion dollar purse strings, all part of the perversions that are the elite, financial or despotic.
So, b.), the changes that needed to be hard-wired into our collective DNA, well, they went out with the cell phone and internet and Ikea bills. Everyone wants frequent flyer miles, wants every burp to be recorded, wants Disney-Home Depot-Wally-LAND of the free, the credit card, brave. Not many persons are willing to hack the system, steal from the system, stand down the system, even have intelligent mean ass and cuss-filled conversations with their friend-family-coworker troglodytes.
Right, sure, Globally, Trump-land makes us look stupid, you know, in other countries, like, Canada or Europe . . . as if, before his holiness, “The Boss,” and before all that other sanctioned moronic stuff, before all of this, well, everything in America was good – this fast-food, mall-sucking, exceptionalist believing society was so oh warm and fuzzy when it came to people questioning the under-girder of this genocidal joint.
“If voting changed anything, they’d make it illegal.” — Emma Goldman
A million tears daily, for Trump-Land, oh, Trump-Land, this in a Crypto-Christian-Zio world where a very few “chosen few” run the country, trans-nationally speaking, from the food ingested, to the popular culture absorbed, to the level of structural violence (economic, community, cultural) meted out by those darlings of the chosen few!
That CBS president loved Donald, Loved the Animus, Loved the Ratings, Loved the Racking in of Hundreds of Millions of Dollars because of his love – you know, these media guys and gals with their East Coast Connections, their 100,000-dollar dinner tickets of playing to the lowest denominator, this epitome of American stupidity.
Chief executive officer of CBS, Les Moonves, ‘found the silver lining of this year’s tumultuous election season’ as only an elite felon can: “It may not be good for America, but it’s damn good for CBS,” calling this piece of human offal, Donald Trump, a great thing for the race.
The “good thing,” he pointed out, this backstabbing billionaire said, was not necessarily Trump’s vapid brain or even his campaign platform, but rather the chosen few’s ad revenue driven up by increased viewership drawn in by the non-news CBS’s bullshit pandering to the lies and attacks this rapist pulled out of his ass. This elite Moonves said the same thing back the last time Trump ran, and said, again, like hiccups of the billionaire class, “They’re not discussing issues, they’re throwing bombs at each other.” Moonves is the penultimate of journalistic dung, and he said, just three years ago, that oh, “Super PACs may be bad for America, but they’re good for CBS!” Money changers and their paymasters give a shit about who’s in the Offal Office, err, Oval Office!
I woke up Nov. 9 to a million texts and emails, tears, and recriminations for my socialist (well, hard socialist, Marxist) stance, my forty five years of daring to question every step of this country’s illegal and spiritually-warped history here, abroad, in the kids’ and grandparents’ minds.
Three nights ago, oh no, the dumbest, most sexist, racist, misogynistic fellow on earth, in the most vaunted position in all the universe. Sure, Donald the sexually perverted, somehow he is the most of anything (not). Oh-oh, Andrew Jackson, where thou art, oh-oh-oh, where are those thousands of treaties broken, other Offal Office holders, those torn, thrown into the pyre of this country’s bonfire of self-induced madness treaties with the sovereign nations of the real Americans?
Fuck the dumb, the ignorant, the self-induced idiots, the insane, on both sides of the same coin – Democrat-Re-pubic-Can’t. Remember history? Nothing to do with Trump now, just what Trump’s DNA is all tangled up in. That’s right, Abe, the emancipator:
Authorities in Minnesota asked President Lincoln to order the immediate execution of all 303 Indian males found guilty. Lincoln was concerned with how this would play with the Europeans, whom he was afraid were about to enter the war on the side of the South. He offered the following compromise to the politicians of Minnesota: They would pare the list of those to be hung down to 39. In return, Lincoln promised to kill or remove every Indian from the state and provide Minnesota with 2 million dollars in federal funds. Remember, he only owed the Sioux 1.4 million for the land.
So, on December 26, 1862, the Great Emancipator ordered the largest mass execution in American History, where the guilt of those to be executed was entirely in doubt. Regardless of how Lincoln defenders seek to play this, it was nothing more than murder to obtain the land of the Santee Sioux and to appease his political cronies in Minnesota
I went to work, the day after, those miscarried spirits and futures hanging over my head like a billion “I Taught You So’s”, held hostage by more and more gridlock, with a five-mile trip taking 48 minutes on the famous Eisenhower US Interstate System. Californians and Georgians are moving to Portland-Beaverton-Hillsboro-Tualatin-Gresham like lemmings leaving the ships of fools, their own bubonic plague minds swirling ka-chang dreams, coming here, buying up properties, making more of us, homeless, pushing us to the edge, where there is no transit worth the $3 to use it, where commutes take 1.5 hours one-way to get to our $12 an hour jobs.
After traversing the gauntlet of other cogs in the machine, upon my arrival, Trump-Obama-Eisenhower land was in its shining glory – a frantic, screaming, sobbing overweight woman in pink sweats with her overheating, dead-on-the-road TransAm steaming, and one foot and leg dangerously close to being clipped by her own rig, well, Mister Good Samaritan stopped, after many toughies, guys living the dream, a la Racist-Trumpist Way, breezed on by, and watched me push into the rig, trying to coast it uphill to some place where she would not get $400 ticket for obstructing traffic, another $500 for dangerous coasting, and probably thousands in unpaid who knows fines-levies-code violations. I flagged down one fellow (after women and men shot by me in their Subarus and German Nazi Vehicles), and he helped, with a few other SOV’s (Single Occupancy Vehicles) flipping us off, screaming at us for daring to break down (her rig) and the two of us daring to come to the rescue while we pushed the American heavy rig uphill.
This is America. This has always been America. This is Portland. This is black-killing LA. This is Seattle, where those libertarians stuck in gridlock shout to the mentally deranged woman to jump off the bridge to get this gridlock rolling. This is the result of fifty years of trash culture, trash TV and trash infantilism, and trash everything, Disney, all-you-can-eat buffets, Black Friday and stampede-loving Walmart winners, because, a, this country fails to teach, motivate, inspire, push, mentor youth into questioning the rape-theft-disease of their own roots-country. This is, b.), the outcome of all that killing video stuff, killing TV and movie stuff, and generally all that killing in dozens of countries this cesspool is responsible for.
Make no bones about it, the people I travel with on public transportation are more and more lobotomized, more and more plugged into instant-gratification screens, more and more wasting time scrolling through the universe of pay to play denatured stuff the chosen few have marketed as necessary to the very survival of the limbic systems.
Until, decades later, we have the most vapid, dangerous, ignorant multi-multimillionaire news (sic) deliverers, these Media and Press people who were part and parcel, along with their Chosen Few Media CEOs-Editors in Chief, as dead from the navel up as any species that has walked the face of the earth. Money makes money, and money makes no news.
This is not a digression, really. I am a socialist, eco-socialist, a revolutionary, someone railing against the Systems of Stupidity and Exploitation. We had KKK like fun the night of the Grand Wizard’s coronation, as Trump tracers (9 mm and .223’s) went off around me (I live in Vancouver, WA, called Vantucky) after some BS TV Trump announcement about all those electoral college votes pushing him past the popular vote he lost, I am sure (I was in the sack trying to sleep five hours to make it to my social worker job where I actually do something meaningful for the lowest of the low in both the playbooks of a Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump). Guns, shooting, in redneck Vancouver, where I live, and this is the state of America – the last spasms of the white male class and their white female class SO’s, significant others, and their white-ass children, and their angel-believing worlds that see Adam and Eve plowing the earth 88 hundred years ago . . . all that anti-intellectualism and anti-smarts came to roost, anything deep and significant, laughed off while they kneel or Zumba in their pews, or what have you, on their asses hitting their Sat-Sun pious 25 minutes of praying to the Zion, to some Sam Walton in the Sky, someone, maybe Bruce Willis or John Wayne in tutus in the Sky gods of thunder, lordy-lordy.
But these hand-ringing liberals, these PC and sad-sack nail bitters, haters of radicals, haters of folks like me – old, been there/done that, creative, communist, mostly, disregarding of the entire project on America, from 1776 to the now of NATO and Obama and the EU and Israel-Australia-Saudi – they are so out of touch with their country’s baselessness, and so out of touch with the majority who are racist, and even the Clinton lovers, Obama-cheerleaders, they too are racist – any country bombed to ashes, anything for the great Capital C for corporations . . . the big giant jumping around the globe for every product, every stitch stitched, capacitor created and soldered, every table and couch upholstered and nailed, every thing inside and out manufactured by the great other races . . . two dollars a day, or $10. It don’t matter as long as the shelves of Target, Walmart, Amazon are filled.
Ya can’t keep a straight or righteous face in America, or any other shit-hole or any one-horse town when it comes to righteousness – follow us, the climate change gurus, we have all the rules to abide by while we fly around, slurp up each calorie of oil, while we go head first into the orgy that is consumption, both conspicuous and conscious.
I’m hearing from Van Jones and Bill McKibben and Lady Gaga and Matt Damon and all the other Depps-Dips of Johnny Got No Gun Media Entertainment telling me in their multi-millionaire glee to not worry, that Trump will be Trumped. Yep, those actors and actresses, man, amazing arbiters of radicalism and revolutionary arts. (NOT)
Oh, yeah, it’s just that singular monster, that is America, you know, that racist Trump, if only we could go back – but wait! The Presidential Nature of Presidents and their collective racism! Is there something smelly in Denmark? How the shape of a nation takes hold, from the founding general father, all the way to Casino Casanova Trump.
“Indians and wolves are both beasts of prey, tho’ they differ in shape.”—George Washington
“If ever we are constrained to lift the hatchet against any tribe, we will never lay it down till that tribe is exterminated, or driven beyond the Mississippi… in war, they will kill some of us; we shall destroy them all.”—Thomas Jefferson
“My original convictions upon this subject have been confirmed by the course of events for several years, and experience is every day adding to their strength. That those tribes cannot exist surrounded by our settlements and in continual contact with our citizens is certain. They have neither the intelligence, the industry, the moral habits, nor the desire of improvement which are essential to any favorable change in their condition. Established in the midst of another and a superior race, and without appreciating the causes of their inferiority or seeking to control them, they must necessarily yield to the force of circumstances and ere long disappear.”—Andrew Jackson
“Ordered that of the Indians and Half-breeds sentenced to be hanged by the military commission, composed of Colonel Crooks, Lt. Colonel Marshall, Captain Grant, Captain Bailey, and Lieutenant Olin, and lately sitting in Minnesota, you cause to be executed on Friday the nineteenth day of December, instant, the following names, to wit…”—President Lincoln to General Sibley ordering the execution of American Indians in Minnesota
“I don’t go so far as to think that the only good indians are dead indians, but I believe nine out of ten are, and I shouldn’t like to inquire too closely into the case of the tenth.”—Theodore Roosevelt
“Let me tell you just a little something about the American Indian in our land. We have provided millions of acres of land for what are called preservations – or reservations, I should say. They, from the beginning, announced that they wanted to maintain their way of life, as they had always lived there in the desert and the plains and so forth. And we set up these reservations so they could, and have a Bureau of Indian Affairs to help take care of them. At the same time, we provide education for them – schools on the reservations. And they’re free also to leave the reservations and be American citizens among the rest of us, and many do. Some still prefer, however, that way – that early way of life. And we’ve done everything we can to meet their demands as to how they want to live. Maybe we made a mistake. Maybe we should not have humored them in that wanting to stay in that kind of primitive lifestyle. Maybe we should have said, no, come join us; be citizens along with the rest of us.”—Ronald Reagan
“Tribal sovereignty means that. It’s sovereign. You’re a… you’re a… you’ve been given sovereignty and you’re viewed as a sovereign entity.”—George W. Bush
“I think I might have more Indian blood than a lot of the so-called Indians that are trying to open up the reservations.”—Donald Trump
Right, National Day of Mourning, a good day to be a human being, a good day to throw capitalism into the crapper. Beware Americans, you illegal white immigrants!
No thanks to the Taking, no Thanks-Taking for me!
Finally, Trump-land is Bush-Land, is Chelsea-Bill-Clinton-land; as despicable as those neocons and banksters are, this is what All-American If You Have Money You Deserve It and Merited It America is all about (more registered voters did not vote than did for the same side of the coin TrumpHillaryObama,
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