The D, The R, and the You...

The D, The R, and the You...subtitled the Ugly, the Bad, and the Good...

I enjoy the banter between the partisans on either side of the aisle in this 2 party Federal government. I have to enjoy it, because despising things just generates the negative, mind clogging emotions that just plain zap the life out of you. I think the most entertaining thing is that a change from this man to this man, or no change at all, is somehow going to make matters all better. If that were the case, then it would have happened in the last 50 election cycles, through which every conceivable combination of D and R mish-mash has occurred and still the downward trend on the graph of middle class American life has ensued.

If this nation were operating according to the prescriptions put forth by the constitution, the presidency and congress would have far less impact and power. America would be a republic instead of the top down single point of all decision-making oligarchy that it is. There would be localized and accessible domestic power of state and local government, and the diversity of the separate republics would dictate strength and fiscal responsibility.

Washington is only accessible to Washington. It is a district in a foreign land where dictations spew forth from bankers, lawyers and statesman, people that have absolutely no stake in your life or anyone else's but their own. They have farm sold the economy to foreign bankers 100 years ago and have created every possible type of bastardized law against the people that their twisted little doublespeak minds can nightmare up.

Vote change, vote status quo, it makes no difference in my estimation. The pace of degeneration in everything the Federal government gets its grubby hands on is at critical mass, and the world we believe exists is untenable. It is this way because men are expected to deceive as their employment, and we the people look for the best deceiver, and champion that person as re-presentative of ourselves. The people we choose to admire from afar are people that we do not know and would never be allowed to know. What we do know of them is cleverly scripted bites of doublethink that we are so desperate to hear, and know it’s a lie as we hear it, yet still believe it as our own moment to moment gospel of salvation. These teleprompted spells become the image of them to such a degree that we will fight against and betray the very people we know and love if they dare to question that image in the least.

One of the greatest disappointments of this presidency is an extension of the disaster that was the last. If anyone wants a fiscal turnaround in America then step A (and the only step IMHO) is to end the war machine. There is no greater expenditure, and no greater waste of life and capital, with absolutely zero benefit to the citizens on either side of the conflict. I’m sure there are pundits out there pointing fingers at every nation but their own, screaming national security and global peacebombing necessities. For those so entrenched in the value of the military industrial complex, there’s an old saying that goes, live by the sword, die by the sword. The Federal government that is living by the sword can only survive with your participation, with your labor as their credit, your capital as their card, and your vote for whichever of the two previously chosen candidates as a clear sign that you still believe that your life matters in their world.

Rich is as Rich Does

Yesterday I wrote…All money is simply the value of a man's labor converted into a form of capital. Unfortunately for Americans, that capital is not backed by anything tangible and so is easily manipulated. When the Frauderal Reserve banks inflate the money supply without care, and ship all Federal Income Tax to their coffers as 'interest' on the fraudulent debt, they are devaluing a man's labor, making him 'worth' less than he was the day before.

Meanwhile, filthy stinking rich scumbags exist with more capital than they or 5 subsequent generations could ever spend, and even if they did it would be on worthless material crap. When a man says he is worth millions of dollars, what he is really saying is that he is worth the labor output of millions of people, which he has confiscated and hoarded to the detriment of the masses. The wealth of a rich man is built in increments. Each increment represents a poor person. How many poor people will it take to make your corporate fantasy of riches to come true?

A reply to this statement was this...'Chewy I am glad it is always someone else’s fault!! I am upper middle class/lower upper class and I got that way by joining the army, getting good grades in high school, going to college, taking out loans AND paying them back, I don't have a criminal record, and sacrificed to get ahead. Now I have some @#$% like you trying to act like I did it on the back of poor people. Stop blaming everyone else and take some responsibility.'

First, I'm not talking about 'upper middle class'. That is not rich, and if you think it is your just stroking yourself. Rich means never having to work. Rich is pushing paper around to double then triple exponentially the pile of dollars, hoarding it and piling it forever. If a man has the ability to work and then enjoy the fruits of his labor, so be it. Make the capital, and then spend it. This is the only way any system can work. It is the line that is passed where the money is never spent, and grows so monumentally that it can never be spent. It is used as a giant weapon against humanity. It becomes a giant trophy made of poor people glued together with fear and doubt and sorrow. If this man that replied is interested in reaching that point, of living and walking on the backs of millions then guilty as charged. And you know the most glaring indicator of the guilt? The fact that he replied at all in defense of himself, and all his worthless curses, which I have dispelled, are icing on the cake.

Never would I wish everyone to be poor, but instead everyone should have a chance to gain an equal share, and any argument saying that arena exists is misguided and foolish. If it is necessary to destroy and crush anyone in your way in order to gain your castle, and it is all about the survival of the fittest in nature, then we truly have not evolved beyond the basic animal.

Ghosts in October

Perhaps ghosts aren't the only mysterious entity people will believe in. Considering the ease of which a man’s reality can be formed simply by changing his perceptions, I have no doubt that many people believe in ghosts, or demons, or aliens or the Mayan Calendar’s ending of the world. I myself have never seen any of these things. Their existence has entered my perceptions, through the eyes and ears of my senses, but I have never actually connected my brand of reality in contact with something like this. Then again, because they cannot be disproved, I would only limit myself by ever ruling these types of things out entirely.

There are, however, other entities that a majority of people believe in without having ever come in contact with them. They see them, they hear them, sometimes they even touch them for a brief moment, but these entities are no more real than a ghost or a Martian. I’m talking, of course, about the politician.

History has taught us, with few if any exceptions, that the politician is a unique kind of anomaly. Upon introduction, and re-introduction, and subsequent re-introductions, the politician is an actor’s actor. Supported by teams of dream-writers, the thing can weave a story of hope, faith and promise that plugs in perfectly to the needy collective psyche of the populace, much like an opiate fits so perfectly in the pain receptors. The money pours in, the believers wave their cloths and sing their songs, and soon the savior-beast has gained the standing so graciously granted by the faithful. And then it disappears. Like the apparition haunting the dusty stacks of some library, once the shouting is over of “I saw it” and “I heard it” the thing just disappears. But the haunting still continues.

It is impossible to have a representative government, which is what we Americans claim to have, without having access to the person representing us. You can send in your letters and faxes and emails to the missing vapor trails of a politician until your fingers bleed, but in reality you may as well address those to your local library’s ghost or Santa Clause. The entity that made all those promises and wishes almost come true evaporated from your home locale and reappeared in new form in a land far, far away called Washington D.C. Once there, the thing transmographied into the only thing it ever was: a shady rattler of chains in backroom dealings with other shades of the same caliber. Occasionally it will make an appearance, on the television or radio, temporarily morphing back into the teller of yarns about a future that could still be promising if there were just a little more belief, and it will make a feature presentation when it comes time to re-introduce itself and scare the children into voting again. But ultimately, its entire dimension that it will and must return to is one of draining the believers physically and spiritually of all they are worth.

Halloween truly is a time when the apparitions from other worlds and dimensions make their appearance. And come November they disappear again, off to their haunted house on the hill. As long as the people believe in these ghosts, these ghosts will rule the lives of the people. As for me, I will stick to the real. I will put my trust in a man that I can access face-to-face, that has a stake in my community, my family, and my liberty. Ghosts don’t have any stake in any of this. Ghosts are really only concerned about other ghosts and the phantom world they create using the energy of the people they haunt.