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I remember reading about the stock market crash before the “great” depression and how there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping out of windows when they realized they screwed up and lost everything.  Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60 years in this country that they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just steal from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to cover their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”.  Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.

As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone.  The recent presidential puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight years certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally true for all of the government.  Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough).  In a government full of hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and their self-serving laws.

I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand.  It has always been a myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited to the blacks, and poor immigrants.  I know there have been countless before me and there are sure to be as many after.  But I also know that by not adding my body to the count, I insure nothing will change.  I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at “big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.

I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing less.  I would only hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they are.  Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so, but violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer.  The cruel joke is that the really big chunks of shit at the top have known this all along and have been laughing, at and using this awareness against, fools like me all along.

I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different.  I am finally ready to stop this insanity.  Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.

The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.

The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to his greed.

Joe Stack (1956-2010)

02/18/2010

In fact, I really don’t know if race has much to do with the “browning of America” as it is pertruding into my mind…

No, this Browning of America is referring to… Spring and Winter as metaphors of the financial condition of our nation…

It sure as hell isn’t green!!! Money is not as abundant as hopefully the green leaves will be before long…

No, I am thinking it will be quite some time…

I am seeing closed retail stores, car dealerships shutting down… Jobs drying up…

We are literally and figuratively in a cold and brown winter…

And I am sick of it!!! This is no damn fun.

Someone has stolen our sunshine…

Who are these bastards that stole our sunshine? Where is our damn green?

With the tightening of things though, I am beginning to be a more conscientious shopper…

I have even started purchasing store brand (“Great Value” in the case of Wal Mart) trashbags, sandwich bags, etc…

When money is tight MMA wants and needs bargains!

Just saying!!!

Two Leaves in Autumn

The leaves were falling from the great oak at the meadow’s edge. They were

falling from all the trees.

One branch of the oak reached high above the others and stretched far out over

the meadow. Two leaves clung to its very tip.

“It isn’t the way it used to be,” said one leaf to the other.

“No,” the other leaf answered. “So many of us have fallen off tonight we’re

almost the only ones left on our branch.”

“You never know who’s going next to go next,” said the first leaf. “Even when

it was warm and the sun shone, a storm or a cloudburst would come sometimes,

and many leaves were torn off, though they were still young. You never know

who’s going to go next.”

“The sun seldom shines now,” sighed the second leaf, “and when it does it gives

no warmth. We must have warmth again.”

“Can it be true,” said the first leaf, “can it really be true, that others come

to take our places when we’re gone and after them still others, and more and

more?”

“It is really true,” whispered the second leaf. “We can’t even begin to imagine

it, it’s beyond our powers.”

“It makes me very sad,” added the first leaf.

They were silent a while. Then the first leaf said quietly to herself, “Why

must we fall…”

The second leaf asked, “What happens to us when we have fallen?”

“We sink down….”

“What is under us?”

The first leaf answered, “I don’t know, some say one thing, some another, but

nobody knows.”

The second leaf asked, “Do we feel anything, do we know anything about

ourselves when we’re down there?”

The first leaf answered, “Who knows? Not one of all those down there has ever

come back to tell us about it.”

They were silent again. Then the first leaf said tenderly to the other, “Don’t

worry so much about it, you’re trembling.”

“That’s nothing,” the second leaf answered, “I tremble at the least thing now.

I don’t feel so sure of my hold as I used to.”

“Let’s not talk any more about such things,” said the first leaf.

The other replied, “No, we’ll let it be. ButR12;what else shall we talk about?”

She was silent, but went on after a little while, “Which of us will go first?”

“There’s still plenty of time to worry about that,” the other leaf assured her.

“Let’s remember how beautiful it was, how wonderful, when the sun came out and

shone so warmly that we thought we’d burst with life. Do you remember? And the

morning dew, and the mild and splendid nights….”

“Now the nights are dreadful,” the second leaf complained, “and there is no end

to them.”

“We shouldn’t complain,” said the first leaf gently. “We’ve outlived many, many

others.”

“Have I changed much?” asked the second leaf shyly but determinedly.

“Not in the least,” the first leaf assured her.

“You only think so because I’ve got to be so yellow and ugly. But it’s

different in your case.”

“You’re fooling me,” the second leaf said.

“No, really,” the first leaf exclaimed eagerly, “believe me, you’re as lovely

as the day you were born. Here and there may be a little yellow spot but it’s

hardly noticeable and only makes you handsomer, believe me.”

“Thanks,” whispered the second leaf, quite touched. “I don’t believe you, not

altogether, but I thank you because you’re so kind, you’ve always been so kind

to me. I’m just beginning to understand how kind you are.”

“Hush,” said the other leaf, and kept silent herself for she was too troubled

to talk any more.

Then they were both silent. Hours passed.

A moist wind blew, cold and hostile, through the tree-tops.

“Ah, now,” said the second leaf, “I…” Then her voice broke off. She was torn

from her place and spun down.

Winter had come.

~ Felix Salten from Bambi: A life in the Woods (1928), chapter 8

“This doesn’t happen in small towns, and all of a sudden you begin to understand that you really do have the same problems in some of these small towns you have in other parts of the country.”

Wrong. Personally, I think this pretty much EXCLUSIVELY happens in small towns…

Hopefully those issues will be gone effective soon. We shall see.

In the meantime… We watch him recover. We? Yes, I have been at my ex mother in law’s house… With my son… And, of course, my ex mother in law… And ex wife… And her new husband.

I would say that if this were not me… That I would think of such a situation as quite strange… But given the already weirdness of this whole issue… I deem it pretty much status quo…

Thank God my son came out of his surgery (after the initial waking up) a happy and healthy boy… And that such meetings are a rarity in my existence on the planet.

Hopefully this whole experience will be… GOOD… For him… The things we do for our children!