Since matter and mass can neither be created nor destroyed (Please, uber quantum geeks, don’t nitpick my explanation of E=MC2), everything that eventually became me was present when the universe was created.

The bits of me and all my ancestors were propelled by that Big Bang outward in the direction of what was to become the Milky Way galaxy. My bits became a baby boy in 1954 in the United States of America.

Back then, Wealthy White Guys (WWG) ran the whole shebang. WWG decided who could go where and when they could go there. They set the rules for all the non- WWG that inhabited the United States of America along with them.

Being a WWG is really fun; you get to set the rules, but you didn’t have to follow them. Being a WWG in America was always more fun than being a non-WWG.

After WWG, Wealthy White Women are allowed to have the most fun and so on down the line until the bottom level where no fun is allowed…These are the people with nothing left to lose.

WWG were able to maintain their social structure by pointing out that they could revoke whatever people had at all the levels all the way down the line. “Oh, you think separate drinking fountains are demeaning? What if we don’t let you drink any water at all?”

This unique form of punishment worked well for a long time, but (and I claim no credit for this), just before I was born, the shit began to hit the fan.

The WWG had their asses handed to them in 1954 when the Supreme Court ruled that segregated schools were un-Constitutional (Brown vs the Board of Education).

Segregation of white and Negro children in the public schools of a State solely on the basis of race, pursuant to state laws permitting or requiring such segregation, denies to Negro children the equal protection of the laws guaranteed by the Fourteenth Amendment — even though the physical facilities and other “tangible” factors of white and Negro schools may be equal.

WWG slapped themselves upside their own heads and said, “Fuck, why did we ever write the 14th Amendment? This is going to be trouble.”

And it was, but it was manageable. Hell, it was still more fun to be a WWG than anything else. WWG made even more money, and they insulated themselves from non-WWG.

But disaster struck.

The WWG got the news that, early in the next century, more Brown babies than White babies would be born. They needed to have a plan. They got Ronald Reagan elected, and, after Ronald Reagan, they got George H. W. Bush elected. Their plan was to lock up the White House far into the future.

The plan was to tame the regulatory tiger to the point where the WWG could have so damn much money that they could buy the country back from the non-WWG.

It was a good plan, but it got derailed by three things; an anemic economy, a radical WWG named Ross Perot, and Bill Clinton dragging the Democratic Party closer to the political middle.

The WWG tried to destroy Bill Clinton, but in the end, Bill prevailed and occupied the White House for eight years.

You know the rest of the story. This country is still run by WWG who are desperately trying to put the toothpaste back in the tube. They’ve had some major victories, but, they got too greedy in Dubya’s second term and they opened the door for non-WWG Barack Obama.

The WWG are scared. Why are they scared? They have so much money they will never run out, BUT they look at wealth as a finite thing. They believe that every dollar a non-WWG makes is a dollar they lose.

Remember that group at the bottom…the people with nothing to lose? Well, that group is growing larger every day. WWG have been in charge so long that they think they can control anyone, but they never have been able to control those with nothing more to lose, and nearly everything they do swells those ranks.

Just from a survival standpoint, I’ve never understood the WWG. How about they take some of their money and give people quality health care, education, and jobs?

If the WWG keep trying to hold all the cards, the people with nothing left to lose finally will figure out what’s happening, and the WWG will have to spend plenty of their precious money defending their property.

WWG see the economy as a game of musical chairs, and they seem willing to do almost anything to make sure they get all the chairs.

The WWG have always gotten this part wrong…happy people will leave you alone…unhappy people pick up pitch forks and light torches, HOWEVER, I do not advocate the pitch fork and torch method…I’m partial to the voting booth to resolve such issues.

I hope it isn’t too late.