What a bunch on naive idiots we have become.

Obama this and Obama that—change we can believe in: great politics, i.e., damnable lies . . . but just SOS, bubbas . . .

that’s what politics is—Bush, Obama, no real difference, that’s the secret. This is not, never has been a democratic republic. It is an oligarchy with an aristocracy of extreme wealth, i.e., power, running the show, and allowing a patina of a dog-and-pony show of democratic republic. Yah, right. You want your vote to count? Well then, señor, I’d suggest you go out and win the lottery. Once you’re a hundred-millionaire, you might, and then, only maybe, might have a chance at slowly crawling your way into the bowels of that oligarchy to smell the stinking murderous filth on the hands that dispose of us common irrelevant pieces of garbage on a daily basis. The illusion is so delusional that it’s hard to blog about without getting physically ill. Go take some Prozac; after all that’s what they’re offering as your tradeoff for remaining enslaved. Then you can smile while you hosanna & genuflect to your multinational corporate masters. But don’t worry, small businesses, and the little guy, are the backbone of this society. Suuure they are!

Sure they are — in your freakin’; dreams, Dumbo. Don’t y’all get it?— the “right thing,” the “just outcome” only happens in the movies, which they produce to keep us all convinced that it’s all possible, when what it is is a bloody crock. Go watch the film, “The Natural.” What could represent it better than a film about “America’s game,” the “cerebral” game of baseball— and handsome, all-American boy, Robert Redford socks it to the crooks at the end, rejecting their bribes and hitting it out of the park. Oh Boy, oh boy, doesn’t get any better n’ that. And what a complete charade: MLB is one of the biggest corporate scams perpetrated on you nincompoops; and your heroes, like the cornfield bigboy, Mark McGwire pumping up with ye old testosterone analogs; then you’ve got social miscreants on every “teram” from A to Z. Yeah, a real inspiration to the kids; “ya see, it’s still America . . . anyone can get ahead, make a million.” Or a billion or a trillion. In actuality, about 0.00001% of “us” yayhoos are going to “get there, 99.99999% of that tiny fraction, by inheritance. I pal around with some folks my age, who hike a lot & do lots of outdoor stuff, all week, while I’m scraping for the time & energy to just find time on weekends. And I wonder, “how in the hell can they do it?” Well, guess what, I found out: while I’m busting my butt 40+ hrs/wk, they’re living off inheritances. That’s the way it is, in America, the only way for anyone not blessed with being in that 0.00001%. And when I stop working, I’m a DEAD MAN. You get it. How am I going to pay a mortgage & bills & eat on what I’m going to get from social security & Medicare in our wonderful “great society [yaa right]” ? NO way; I’m toast. Went to work almost every day of my life. No one gives a damn!

Speaking of the movies, every so often, I’ll tune-in Lifetime Movie Network to check-out what garbage they’re pawning-off as film; and lo-and-behold, I saw them actually perpetrating reality. This middle-aged bitch, as rich as they come, via divorce (and oh, by the way, ladies, that’s the other way to accrue it—if thou hast no scruples & are beautiful, marry a rich corporate tsar, then divorce him & take him to the cleaners). Anyway, this rich bitch seduces this dumb young cornhead stud, his head full of oatmeal, where his brain should be, and he subsequently gets religion, i.e., GUILT, realizes he’s screwing-over his wife & young kid, & leaves the bitch. “Uh uh uh uh uh,’ the rich bitch says, “you don’t walk out on me.” Using her money—her, power, you get it— she interrupts his ability to make a living & has his child taken away from him & his cute blonde wifey. “Fantasy,” you say. No, my friend, that’s reality. Lifetime movie network actually stumbled into representing life as it really is, Oligarchs rule!

Here’s how Gore Vidal framed it in the novel “Empire”:
“The republic is dead; long live the empire . . .”We let them vote so that they will feel wanted, but as we extend, in theory, the democracy, the more it runs out of gas.” . . . A republic—or however one wanted to describe the Unites States—is best run by responsible men of property. Since most men of property tended, in the first generation, at least, to criminality, it was necessary for the high-minded patriotic few to wait a generation or two and then select one of their number, who had the common —or was it royal?—touch and make him president.

Ya getting it at all? There’s no shadow government? It’s right there in your face—government by, for, and of the super wealthy. Better have at least a hundred million if you want any say at all. And on election day, when you walk into that voting booth holding your nose, just remind yourself; it doesn’t make a shard of difference what you do; okay?

They’re addicted to money/power & so they’ll continue to ship jobs off to China, turning us into a 3rd-world shithole, the fuck-boy of the Chinese, whom we though we had “subdued.” That’s what greed does. Beyond any other human value is greed. Greed corrupts completely and entirely. It is the quintessence o self-centeredness, the mortal enemy of altruism, and it turns human social structures into filthy garbage. And that, my patriotic friends is where we are inexorable headed. No, I take that back, where we’ve already arrived!