My point is not really to disapprove of Rahm Emanuel. Hey, I remain open to good intentions and human potential. It’s just that these legislators who we are painstakingly mass marketed into voting into high office (on pop promises, promises that historically become significantly less important once the position is attained & the allies aligned for some four to eight years of greasing the rails for pet projects, group studies in personal gains, and the biggest promises of all, those made to BIG money) faithfully perpetuate us into an ever-worsening and fundamentally UNJUST state of the nation. & this…while the common human being bears the brunt of the loss of life, health, liberty, and the pursuit of livelihood and some sense of relative happiness. AND it blows. And it NEVER had to be this way. Why are the president’s right and left-hand brain trusts so ambiguous to us who take the time to read? & this is nothing new to the presidency, so I’m not looking for partisanship here, just integrity---guilelessness. What’s true to this cycle of leadership was blaringly true to the previous, and…the prior to that. So why are we participants?
Why is ..oh..say..BP (and its uh..oh.. familiar bedfellows) given discretionary immunity with impunity for such transgressions to earth and humanity...if there’s not a handshake-thingy binding key figures criminally together? How is it that a nation of evolved and educated people can be so vehemently bamboozled that EVEN their president, their holy highest office of leadership, is bound by corruption of the most egregious kind? How can millions of well-versed and good-lookin' people be so direly roped into a perpetuated existence captained by a well-versed and good-lookin' person [of privilege] who’s intent to achieve the Presidency is decidedly futile UNLESS he or she is okay with being corrupted? The highest office in the land, ..okay with corruption..as a rule of thumb? Then eloquently & movingly stake a solemn promise to assign a cabinet-of-the-informed-due-diligent to work hand-in-hand on behalf of We, the People, of these United States? Only to piss all that away for sake of payola? Really? This is what we’ve evolved into as a species? It’s as pitiful as that? …MOOT campaign promises ..built on millions and billions of dollars in payola? High school tricksters making shady deals in the lunchroom, move on to institution and continue this trend in the student lounge, then on to local office to shake a tree or two in a stately corner room over cocktails & the city’s best escort service personnel, then on to hallowed halls & bathroom stalls & the big BIG building on the hill by the National Mall, to maintain the trickster way where it so [dis]counts the most? Under the guise of noble cause & effect? AND the best of us in the mightymite middle-middle to upper-middle are pit-n-perpetuity okay with that, swept away with that, willing to argue and debate and in some cases salivate over that? Why? It’s the racket to beat all rackets isn’t it? Your ol’ Uncle Franklin used to hack a cigar lung and grumble his disdain for the govmnt & you chuckled and he buckled under with a shrug and cirrhosis of the liver, and still the beat goes on…&..on.. & NOW they aren’t even tactful about it anymore. Well, that ain’t exactly true: Prez O. remains both eloquent and designedly tactful. Even trustworthy, even lovable, to some degree. Oh, the fool is [me.] But bad things are still going down. Still our trust is being cajoled while the public purse is being rolled…rolled…stole on the whole..all told. AND it blows. And THAT sucks! & we really are stuck with it? Professors, prophets, scientists, & public servants of high intellect, and grandfathers with grandchildren bounced on sturdy knees, and mothers & mother’s mothers, please [!], and beloved daughters and sons of free will &/or destiny, ALL of us sentient beings, ALL of us really [really?] ..stuck with it? Why! Explaining it away by saying ..it just is what it is ISN’T good enough. Not anymore. Not if you have intelligent children. Not if you care about anyone else beside yourself. Sheez, NOT if you care about yourself. . . . . . . . . . Just plain sucks.
~~* DON'T fucking say.. Fuck the unions. The root necessity is that of balance. . . . BALANCE!
Bad money is the root that has us broken. You know it. & those who have the bulk of it are criminally WRONG in the way that they are using it. You know it. & it doesn’t have to be that way. The rich are a valued commodity. They are the movers and shakers and infrastructure makers, but the buck stops there when supreme & fearless irresponsibility married to a safety net of illicit impunity deconstructs most all of our best potentialities as a species into dark perpetuity. Taxation today is a rape scene. You know it. Stop the bloodletting or be forever victimized. The pie in the sky is poison. Terra firma is a prison. The shithead we’ve all known all along has us beholden to the turnstile. Shills & patsies and go-betweens and GOP blandbannerlings and hand-sitters and pragmatics and fanatics and satirists and dramatists and bitter trolls for anything miserable and sleazebags and hags and assholes and stinkers and liberal thinkers and piglets and hogs and hog farmers and hog slaughterers & cowardly war mongerers all in a row, bequeathing our malleable souls to the taxman. *Tax the rich and the poor equal percentages. The rich can afford that and it would put the mighty middle back in business...AS IT SHOULD BE. AND ALL would reap the boon of it. Or what? We remain fucked? . . . That sucks.
When I was a kid I used to ride my bike down to an inlet boat club after dinner. My family didn't have a boat, but we had a house, food, cloths, and two weeks vacation in the summer---all good. Anyway, I would ride down the hill drive that fed into the boat club and my eyes would twinkle as I peddled past boat after boat in slips with party lights hanging all around, and people at tables on the decks of big boats, drinking spirits and playing canasta and bridge and poker and Michigan rummy, with various music from all directions, and folks with captains hats and flower shirts and deck shoes, and pretty well-accessorized women and girls moving about and drawing on attentions, and the smell of barbecue, and boats coming and going ..and I would think: ..This is festive America, these are the successful people. And ..one day I will host a card party on the back of a boat in a slip right over THERE by those alder trees. And it was a sustainable good feeling for a kid from my neighborhood.
A couple years ago, just before Maya’s diagnosis, we drove down to the inlet boat club just to see the festive people. ..And the waterway was oil stained, and most of the slips were empty and spider webbed and seagull pooped and there were no party lights or music or cards being played or barbecues or boat drinks. And there were weathered For Sale signs all over the docks and nobody staffing the clubhouse and the boathouse and the trading post ---- THERE WERE NO signs of the successful people. NONE, …just a few tired old folk tossing bread to geese and ducks too brainwashed by this distraught epoch of soft tyranny to know to start packing for the flight south.
(sigh)
