th, 2011.
"Peace without violent confrontation."
Andrew Young speaking about the MLK memorial celebration and OWS.
"King stirred our conscience."
President Barack Hussein Obama MLK memorial speech.
So this time out I purposely withheld my column until after the presidential candidates’ debate in Las Vegas, hoping against hope as the Centurion in charge of the Apostle Paul stated: "I had hoped after your examining him that I might have something to write, for it seemed to me unseemly to send a prisoner bound unto you and not specify the charges against him."But, it was largely for not, I fear. While Perry and Bachman and Paul and even Gingrich had excellent outings, the money has already chosen the next contender and those in the fixers’ seat ain’t gonna be changing their minds. Following the big doings in Sin City, I searched feverishly for the next 48 hours across the mediaverse but nothing of particular notice was to be found. There are still perhaps six more months of tedium and a few primary upsets ahead, but the laurel has already been plucked and is even now being woven into the winner’s crown, a wreath for the champion of the Republican/Conservative power structures’ own choosing for the long campaign of 2012. So let me call it for you now conservatives, Mitt Romney IS "THE" candidate—might as well get busy with that thought clearly in your minds.
Now I know this will anger or even discourage many of you. Those of us who love Ron Paul, who admire Cain, despite his Internationalist connections, or who smile at the real grassroots candidacy of Bachmann well, there’s not much we can really do about it, and so you might as well sit down my friends, because it’s gut-check time. Like any difficult and painful decision, it’s usually better just to hunker down, ponder awhile and make the cut. It’ll hurt and probably bleed some, but it will only get worse the longer you leave it, so dig in there and find your clarity…the sooner the better. The only question now is, "Do you support the establishment choice or do something else?"
Let’s face it. No one loves these f***s. We’re living in interesting times dear readers, where crimes abound that make Iran-Contra and Watergate look like amateur hour. If you hold out any faith in the eventual punishment for these fascists, I must needs remind you that Westmorland died of old age, Cheney’s one of the richest men in the world, Bush hasn’t even been indicted, Ollie North’s a Fox News talking head, and Pat Buchanan’s a respected public pundit. In other words, we’re f***ed. Dick Cheney put it best in his now infamous comments to Fox (paraphrased here), If the president does it, and he doesn’t get punished for it, it’s legal (somewhere Nixon rolls over in his grave and gives a double victory sign).
Richard Nixon Kept a Chinese Mistress at His San Clemente Home for Decades…Now THAT’S what I call "Detente."
The wheels on the bus, yes they do go round. On Sunday a three-man surveillance team was at my office again (yes, again), the same folks the night help ran out on September 25th, I imagine. I wasn’t here for that one; I was visiting upstate during fall break. The janitorial crew walked in on one of the team members as they were going through the cheap laptop I keep in the office for my job at the university. That kind of thing’s not too unusual for me since June of 2010, every once in awhile I catch "them" around, out and about at their work as it were. I’m amazed someone still thinks it’s a good waste of taxpayer funds to bother, but if it keeps some young Quantico graduate gainfully employed well; at least that’s one less recruit XM, Blackwater, or whatever they’re calling themselves these days can put to work at five times the cost to the treasury. I’m glad I can do my part to help out.
"I’m just going over Jordan; I’m just going over home." Johnny Cash’s voice, graveled with age and miles, fills the headphones. It’s late and there’s no one working here in these hallowed halls of academia except for the janitorial staff and myself. Upstairs an old 80s style boombox blasts Axel Rose in the deserted hallway. The working staff has grown accustomed to me; I’ve given them a whole selection of bright red Western Kentucky University T-shirts emblazoned with the slogan, President Ransdell Says Behave, in thick, black letters. Many of my fellow instructors refused to wear them, shuddering at the possible consequences. President Ransdell had a good laugh over them, the guy’s a lot better than most of his ilk, but if I cleared a cool quarter million a year plus bennies, I’d laugh pretty easily too. His office sent out one of those campus-wide emails the other day, bragging about how they’d managed to keep healthcare benefits for the full-time employees despite the 9% rise in costs this year alone. He was happy to report on the number of faculty who would enjoy these benefits, and was no doubt proud of this accomplishment in these fiscally difficult times.
Johnny Cash’s voice, graveled with age and miles, fills the headphones. It’s late and there’s no one working here in these hallowed halls of academia except for the janitorial staff and myself. Upstairs an old 80s style boombox blasts Axel Rose in the deserted hallway. The working staff has grown accustomed to me; I’ve given them a whole selection of bright red Western Kentucky University T-shirts emblazoned with the slogan, , in thick, black letters. Many of my fellow instructors refused to wear them, shuddering at the possible consequences. President Ransdell had a good laugh over them, the guy’s a lot better than most of his ilk, but if I cleared a cool quarter million a year plus bennies, I’d laugh pretty easily too. His office sent out one of those campus-wide emails the other day, bragging about how they’d managed to keep healthcare benefits for the full-time employees despite the 9% rise in costs this year alone. He was happy to report on the number of faculty who would enjoy these benefits, and was no doubt proud of this accomplishment in these fiscally difficult times.
I decided to reply to his email; however, I didn’t mention what I thought he should add to his message. Perhaps I thought, it would also be fitting for him to brag on the fact that for the vast majority of his workers (yours included), we again will have no benefits in the coming year, are paid at minimum wage for the hours allotted us, and due to the salary arrangements, work twice as many hours as we are compensated for. In a case like this, the closing speech of the ruling Pigs of Animal Farm comes most strongly to mind as an appropriate rhetorical model.
This Internet radio takes some getting used to. Freddy Mercury? Really? Bohemian Rhapsody, classic. If only we could rest assured like the true faithful, that there really was some great arbiter who will ensure the right folks get appropriate justice somewhere. The music keeps getting farther and farther out of line with my original choices for tonight’s late night grind, I switch over to Lady Gaga.
Fall has finally arrived in Bowling Green. One of my aunts passed away yesterday, she walked to the bedroom, sat down and was dead when she hit the floor. She was visiting my surviving grandmother, whose dying and not expected to live out the week. My parents’ generation is all well into the "death zone," for their age group and folks have been dropping steadily for a few years now. Their deaths are not usually as unexpected as my Aunts’. Talking with my rapidly dwindling number of remaining elders you get the feeling that America’s a nation they no longer recognize. When my father passed just over a year ago, one of my relatives commented, "Well, at least he never saw what we’ve become." My father passed on July 5th, the brilliant light of a summer’s day just never seems fitting for a death. Outside tonight, scarlet leaves cover the ground as the trees die for the year, and a cold, wet mist forces coats and hats out for the first time since last spring. Contemplating our mutual and inevitable destination seems more appropriate in the fading light of a coming winter.
Peace, Prosperity, and Pig Rule.
So, back to the broken vase at hand. What’s it gonna be reader? The choosing of Romney as standard bearer leaves any real freedom lover with at least a few options: one could simply accept being co-opted by the power brokers, again, and vote the party line, or one could, if they were so inclined, remain adamant in support for the candidate closest to the heart and not participate or support the coming electoral farce in any way; perhaps capping off one’s malcontented efforts with a write-in vote for one of the better choices that have been cast aside. Or…one could get mean about the whole thing. Since the only real punishment angry voters can wield in opposition to these cretins is that of reactionary retaliation, one COULD simply vote for the opposition. The slogan came to me after about a day of preliminary cognitive consideration, and it sums it up quite well, "Mitt as well vote for Obama." Anyway, I might as well make it really bad for me with you at this point and call it 13 months early, Obama’s going to walk away with it, EASILY.
I wish I could report something better for you readers—but a rigged game is a rigged game. Tomorrow OWS is coming to WKU, and I’ll be there to observe, but I doubt it’s going to matter. You see, whatever the bosses are, they ain’t dumb. They learned back in 76’ that fighting dissent is counterproductive to the overall money-making at hand. It was much better simply to let the angry folks protest, so long as nothing ever changes, that is.
Hope and Change baby. Hope and Change.
As for our current president’s main accomplishment in domestic legislation, other than renewing the Patriot Acts 4 times that is, Obamacare is dying on the vine like a beaten condor tied to a post. There are those of the administration faithful whose job it will be to go out and flog the streets for it, but it’s all smoke and glass at this point, Obamacare is going to die, whether Obama wins again or not. A full year is just too long to keep the whole thing on life support and hope for the best, and no one is going to cry over the now putrid corpse of the thing. The Dems have only their own to blame; it was their own lead-footed, jackboot that killed the damn thing before it ever got started. I for one have a perfect and personal example as to why government should be out of healthcare, they deny it to folks they don’t like.
I am disabled, though I work as much as possible, but as such, I am enrolled in Medicare at a cost of about 15% of my annual income, yet I have had several instances where Medicare simply didn’t pay for covered medical treatment, leaving me with several thousand dollars of debt I had to scrape up myself. Currently, I’ve changed my insurance coverage to Part A only—which means I’m only covered in case of hospitalization. Why? You ask. Well, back last summer I was finally supposed to get the injuries I suffered from being struck by a Ford F-150 while in a crosswalk at Pearl Harbor three years ago treated. I have a broken bone in my left ankle that won’t heal, along with a broken bone in my spine, an inguinal hernia, and an umbilical hernia caused by blunt force trauma. The truck hit me so hard it drove my left foot through the titanium bottle rack on my mountain bike, breaking it. I was left wrapped around my bike frame in the middle of a three-way intersection in five o’clock rush hour traffic by the driver, who promptly fled, leaving me to my fate. The ambulance drivers told me my insurance wouldn’t pay for my transport to the hospital—so I went home and saw my own doctor later. My internal injuries are life-threatening, but getting treated is impossible unless I fall out on the floor and get carried in. I’ll probably bleed out first (it makes one philosophical on many things), my injuries HURT, daily and now that I have even less insurance than before, my treatment options are down to the free-clinic across town. If you can get a spot—it’s done by first-come basis, and takes three months to get an office visit.
Problems abound. I can’t work because I’m injured. For jobs I can do, I can’t pass most employers physical examinations. I could be back to working normally if I’d ever gotten treated, but some of President Obama’s little minions spent all of last year attempting to attack my finances, student aid, and health care. The Obamabots cut off my health insurance and attempted to financially ruin me last year. For many months, I had no income, my student aid and loans were screwed with, and as a consequence I had no way to pay for health insurance, so no medical care. I finally won that particular legal contest, but even getting reimbursed for back benefits comes nowhere near the costs I incurred, and now in order to try and get medical treatment, I’d also have to quit working…meaning I’d have no job. I don’t have to tell any of you that after working, going to school for 8 years, and borrowing 50K to get to the place I am so that I can get OFF of disability insurance and back to work, I don’t really want to give up my career and be left with nothing and the equivalent of a home mortgage to pay off.
Government can’t control healthcare, they’ve already shown they use it as a weapon. Barack Obama has shown a great proclivity for weaponising the necessities of life. Taking his cue from previous administrations going back to the cold war era, President Obama issued a series of executive orders that effectively passed the "Farm Bill" legislation he’d unsuccessfully attempted to get Congress to approve last year. According to his own statement, this was done to, "Secure food, fiber and fuel resources necessary…" or in other words; everything you and your family owns just became legal prey for the government to take at gunpoint should some state-fed parasite decide they need it more than you and yours do. "Food is a weapon," is a statement that goes back to the Secretary of Agriculture’s Office in the 1940s, so I guess the President is making sure he and his won’t miss any meals should something bad occur, you, on the other hand, well…you’re expendable.
"So?" Some will ask, "Why in the world would you tell us to consider voting for this guy, even in retaliation?" Well, dear reader, I’ve a question for you as well, "Do you think Romney would do things any differently?" The sad answer is neither administration will treat the American people any differently. That’s the country we live in now, and that’s the reality of our so-called system of political choice. If you think these simple choices are hard, I want you to consider just what kinds of choices we may very well face in the coming years.
Look around/Leaves are brown/And the sky/Is a hazy shade of winter...