“She’s come undone
She didn’t know what she was headed for
And when I [the middle class) found what she was headed for
It was too late…”
I guess I’m glad there are people out there like you all who think voting could somehow turn things around; I wish I believed that–and that it were possible. But IMO, of course, the American middle class was an artificial creation, the by-product of the spoils taken from The World by a monarchy unrecognized; it’s over. Chinese slave meet American slave, also known as your ex-master…
Even if all the wealth (which, in most cases, is simply a line of 1s and 0s on a chip somewhere) that the thieving kings have excised from the corpse of the planet were to be retaken; were we to “vote out” every senator and congressman, replace them with honest Citizens, institute a retroactive effort to imprison everyone at 85 Broad and other such locations around the world, and claw back every cent, it would be of no avail, as the 3 decades that Reagan’s legacy have had to undermine the spirit, intelligence, drive, and INDUSTRIAL FOUNDATION of America and Her Americans have rendered the effort an exercise for the contemplation of those who would be beheaded during the process; that is to say, only the dead kings would have time to ponder the hypothetical outcome.
Man what a ride! Those of us who have lived through the last 30 years as Americans have had it better than 99.999999999% of the people that have ever inhabited the planet. Bye bye. Get ready for reality.
On the plus side, I, for one, rid myself of almost all material goods some 19 years ago and have had a more interesting and rewarding life than I ever could have imagined back when I initially made the decision to do so (you, too, can live without all that shit). And I would have been just fine living like a pauper, but no, The Devil’s Spawn on Wall Street took over what I thought were seriously flawed, but not homicidal egomaniacal gangs, otherwise known as the House and Senate, a pair that surely would have rivaled a Hitler-Stalin ticket; a pair which had all the right components and fragments to passively auto-coagulate in the heart of the nation. And now? America, alone in a dark alley, on her back and bleeding, her skirt torn and tossed aside, her panties soiled and pushed down to her knees; she’s whispering through the spittle and blood, waving an unseen hand in the putrid Wall Street alley…
I could have happily lived out my life as a pauper, but they took my country…
Now I can’t, in good conscience, be passive; we now know what passivity leads to. The cretan-kings have created a situation in which all our children will no longer, within a short time, be safe to walk the streets–in the daytime (watch a few videos of what’s happening in some of the murder hot spots around the country).
We (the middle class) are all going to become much less well off (as far as velvet paintings of Elvis, Hummers, and other essentials that our egos require), but…uh…hell! There is no but. Given the ugly nature of the average American’s perception of him/herself as entitled to…name it; given that he/she can do little of practical use as regards making, fixing, growing, or raising anything; given that only three or four days of hunger is capable of estranging the cerebellum from the cerebrum, given that There Will Be Hunger,–en masse, the inevitable contraction is going to be ugly.
Those of us who have grandparents or parents that suffered through what will soon come to be known as the Good Ole’ Great Depression know how it affected them (my grandmother kept every can, bottle, rubber band–you name it). Imagine what our children are going to be like (should they survive) when they come out the other side of whatever is coming at us in the next few years–and I hope it’s years, not months or weeks…
There is no fix for the adjustment the American middle class is about to endure. There wil be blood.
Have a nice day.