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The Right to Belong

12:22 pm in Uncategorized by Daveparts

By David Glenn Cox

“A nation is truly corrupt, when, after having, by degrees lost its character and liberty, it slides from democracy into aristocracy or monarchy; this is the death of the political body by decrepitude.” – Robespierre

Congratulations, if you’re an hourly worker in the United States you’ve earned a .02 cent per hour raise last month! (April) Now of course, after earning almost a whole extra dollar per week, tax and investment advice should be sought out immediately. If you work in information services for a living, your hours worked increased this month, by one tenth of an hour. 2,691,000 Americans work in the “information” category and I guess they’re lucky to be working that extra fractional hour, even if there are 9,000 less of them, working this month over last.

For everyone else, all 155 million of us American workers, hours worked in every category either fell or stayed the same. The propaganda networks will trumpet 165,000 “new” jobs and that’s Winston Smith’s way of telling you, everything is so much better now. Come out; come out where ever you are! Ollie, Ollie Ocean free! But under the veneer is another story entirely, a story that you will not see on TV or Radio.

While 165,000 new jobs were created last month, 210,000 workers joined the labor force.

The number of Americans working Part-Time, for economic reasons rose sharply by 278,000 in April, to nearly 8,000,000 people. Eight million people in this country that want a Full-Time job, but can’t find one.

Part-Time due to slack work or business conditions rose to 5,250,000.
The number of Americans who could only find part-time work last month declined by 49,000.

Workers marginally attached to labor force were up by 21,000 and discouraged workers are also up by 32,000 workers.

Nearly 2,000,000 Americans now work two or more part-time jobs, an increase of over 20,000 since last April.

So just where are all these “new” jobs? Well, they’re not in mining or logging and not in construction or manufacturing. They’re not in durable goods or non-durable goods; they’re not in wholesale trade or utilities and even our friends in “Information services” lost workers. The new jobs are to be found in private-service providing, 137,000 of 165,000 jobs are in the service industry.

Trade, Transport – 9,000
Retail – 13,000
Financial services – 19,000
Professional and business services – 50,000
Leisure and hospitality services – 36,000
Education & Health Services – 24,000
Other services – 4,000

Realty Trac reported this month, “The number of homes overall in foreclosure or bank-owned rose by 9 percent to 1.5 million properties nationally in the first quarter of 2013 compared to a year ago.” Another 11 million homes remain under water, which brings us to Margaret Thatcher.

Margaret Thatcher once said, “There is no such thing as society. There are individual men and women and there are families.”

Margaret Thatcher was a Neoliberalist politician, same as Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, Duh be you and Barack Obama. And Neoliberalist politicians, Republican and Democrat alike, believe just like Thatcher, that society, American society is only an artificial construct; they believe that it only exists because people say it does.

They believe we’re all just free individuals and we might be our brother’s keeper but definitely not yours. They believe the only rights which actually exist, are property rights; everything else, like society itself is an artificial construct. The Bill of Rights, the Magna Carta and the Constitution are all non-sense, to their way of thinking government owes nothing to the sick, the infirm or the dying.

From Wikipedia:

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Praising Money Tonight in the House of the Lord

4:21 pm in Uncategorized by Daveparts

Praising Money Tonight in the House of the Lord
By David Glenn Cox

It was a red carpet and searchlight extravaganza playing to a full house. Millionaires, multi-millionaires and even mega-multi-millionaires filled every seat. Then the star of show burst through the doors and worked the crowd no differently than a diamond studded televangelist. Smiles and glad hands for all, we’re praising money tonight in the house of the lord.

Stalinist applause filled the room, two minutes, then four minutes, then finally, the extra had his walk-on moment, banging the over-sized novelty gavel and the crowd grew quiet. John Boehner announced the President to the room and the pandemonium returned. Screams and shouts of joy completely unfettered and unencumbered, it was as if the Beatles had reunited and were suddenly appearing unannounced.

With that many rich folks all together in one room and all so orgasmic-ally delighted by the appearance of the President one must ask as a poor man, what’s this mean to me? I mean, we’re talking rich and poor here. Not just my poverty but that of all of us, if you took the combined net income of the Capital house band and Obama and his Posse, seated in the Capitol building for the State of the Union speech, it would probably exceed the net income of a mid-sized country.

Hell, if they wanted to they could start their own army and take over the country. They could, if they wanted to and were clumsy about it. Consider this; the Party room says the unemployment rate stands at 7.9% (U-3) while the more exact number is 15.4% (U-6). To the studio audience that 7.9% is gospel, it is the Lord’s truth, when even the 15.4% number is horse apples. A completely dual reality, the wealthiest one percent of the one percent are having a party at their club house tonight and they’re happy as f*ck about it.

The President – “Tonight, thanks to the grit and determination of the American people, there is much progress to report. After a decade of grinding war, our brave men and women in uniform are coming home. (Applause.) After years of grueling recession, our businesses have created over six million new jobs. We buy more American cars than we have in five years, and less foreign oil than we have in 20. (Applause.) Our housing market is healing, our stock market is rebounding, and consumers, patients, and homeowners enjoy stronger protections than ever before.” (Applause.)

A grit and determination which could also be described as American’s suffering unnecessarily. After a decade of unnecessary war, some of our troops are coming home and some more will come home next year. These troops aren’t being demobilized, but will return home to prepare for the next conflict. After years of grueling recession we have only years of grueling recession to show for it. Corporations and oil companies are more profitable than ever. The Wall Street S&P is back over 14,000 again and that’s why this crowd in the honeycomb hide out are all so f*cking happy tonight.

Outside the Capitol where over 300 million Americans are playing along at home, over 24 million of those Americans are out of work. The unemployment numbers haven’t really changed much at all this year and little from the year before, just the categories these Americans are counted in change.
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Guns or Butter

10:47 am in Uncategorized by Daveparts

By David Glenn Cox

A F-35 Joint Strike Fighter on display

F-35 Joint Strike Fighter

Today is Thanksgiving, a day to celebrate and to be thankful for all that we have been given; but it is not a memory wipe. It is a year which finds me living in my fourth state in a year but I am in a good place, I now have a home.

We are a good people, badly led and badly misled. We live in a beautiful and bounteous land in which millions upon millions of our own citizens can no longer earn enough to survive in it and yet, that is not considered a national crisis.

It has been 365 days which have seen no improvement in employment or in wages only a continued manipulation of the numbers. A year which has seen Barack Obama re-selected for a second term of office, but only because the alternative was so heinous as to be unthinkable. This is America’s twelfth thanksgiving at war, tens of thousands of our service people will spend this holiday overseas protecting Europe from a Soviet Union which no longer exists. Protecting corporate interests in Colombia, Afghanistan, Kuwait, Uzbekistan, United Arab Emirates and dozens of other countries, protecting America from the blow back we ourselves cause.

The United States of America has decided to build 183 F- 22 Raptor fighter planes at a projected cost of $66.7 billion. Originally, the plan was to build 750 of these state of the art aircraft which was scaled back to 381 copies in 2006 and now down to 183 aircraft. The Air Force warned that cutting back the number of aircraft produced increased the per unit cost. I suppose that is so, only, there aren’t any potential adversaries which would demand its capabilities, nor can the plane be exported like the B-2 bomber, it is a 21st century dreadnaught.

Meanwhile, funding continues of the F35 Joint Strike fighter which is expected to be the workhorse of the fighter command. Despite a down economy, despite twenty millions of Americans out of work Congress continued to allocate nearly half a billion dollars until 2010 for a second source engine program for this aircraft. How many times have you been down at the old used car lot and asked the salesman, “She’s a nice Ford pick up truck alright, but what if I need a new engine and Ford can’t supply one? Is there another engine available, from another manufacturer, off the shelf?”

Initial cost estimates of the F-35 Joint Strike fighter began at $89 million per copy in 2006 escalating to $207.6 million per copy in 2011. When the R&D is included the cost rise to $304.15 million for the 32 aircraft delivered. The Air Force estimates over the programs lifetime to cost the American tax payer to be over one trillion dollars. The old expression goes, “a camel is a horse designed by a committee” and the F-35 is an aircraft designed by a Pentagon committee. It does everything, for everybody and costs be damned, this is Buck Rogers stuff:

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The Truth is… The Truth Is

5:58 pm in Uncategorized by Daveparts

The Truth is… The Truth Is
By David Glenn Cox

I have come a long way from where I once was, I have both progressed and digressed as person and as an American. I once thought that this was all about me, but I now know better. I look back on that strange person estranged from who I am now and I wonder, who that person was then, I wonder, who I have become and now question whether the two can ever become reconciled again.

I no longer travel in the warm orbits of the sun; instead I have become a dark solitary asteroid traveling through the empty voids of space. I have nothing and have been referred to as a transient. Imagine such a definition applied towards your own life. The sum total of your existence condensed to a single adjective, all your glories and all of your failures reduced to a single word definition of your life.

As a boy I had a paper route, I worked in high school for spending money and I worked after high school. I worked long hours, doing dirty jobs until slowly, I began to rise. I had been fully indoctrinated in the Horatio Alger image of America, where any boy can be president, but that was that other life of mine. I know now, that it was all a myth, all make believe to keep the young hopeful and hard at work and to keep them from rising up an killing their jailers.

I got married because all of my friends were getting married and I thought, I was supposed to, just more subliminal societal pressure. I bought a house from the Veterans Administration, windows were broken and the hardwood floors were ruined from the broken pipes. I attacked the project eagerly; I fixed the holes in the walls and the floors. I worked nights and weekends slowly changing it from the worst house on the street to the nicest. I cut down trees and hauled dirt to make the yard a show place. That was before, back when I still had a future, I built a sand box and swing set for my kids, I paid my taxes and I didn’t complain.

I know better now, I’ve heard the punch line of the joke; it was my reflection in the mirror. I was paying a mortgage and improving a house that was mine but temporarily. I spent my wages at Home Depot and Lowe’s and I helped their bottom line and yet there was no one to watch my bottom line. In 1995, I relocated to Atlanta Georgia. I took my little equity pile and bought another house.

I wasn’t flipping these houses; my goal was to create a decent home that I otherwise could not afford. In 2001, I divorced. I began to pay child support which I paid religiously until July of 2007.

In 2003, I remarried and in 2005, I started my own business. My previous employer threatened me with lawsuits despite his declining my suggestions before beginning my business. The irony here is that he has fared no better than I have and has fallen from a higher perch. An Internet business… just crazy talk, I suspect. No sooner had I opened my business than I began to receive invoices from bogus companies claiming debts for services. I quickly learned the woods were filled with wolves seeking the unsuspecting but then the business took off.

I was paying the county and the state, I was paying my vendors and I was making a profit. As I sat waiting in my car for the red light, I looked at my bank deposit slip and read my balance of over $10,000. My bills were paid, I was living the good life and I look back on that guy in the car at the red light and I don’t know him. He is a complete stranger to me.

Then in 2007, things began to falter, as business began to fail, I began looking for work. I went to work for an ambulance company which was also trying to keep their own heads above water. This small ambulance company with four used and aged ambulances was owed over a quarter of a million dollars by the Federal Government. Daily, I would hear them as they would beg for payment from various departments and from Congressman and Senator’s offices, all to no avail.

I was laid off as the owners were two months behind in their own rent. I went to work for a company selling coupon books as a fund raiser. Each paycheck I received, drawn on a different bank from a different state. I began freelance writing; I had an interview with a company that cleaned air conditioning ducts. Money was short, the $ 10,000 was long gone, but the interview went well. I was called back for a second interview and then a third. But unbeknownst to my prospective employers it was hard to raise the gas money for these interviews. I had one final interview on Monday and I was so certain I was going to be hired; I brought my lunch and left it in my truck.

As I pulled into the parking lot something was wrong, the company trucks were there but there weren’t any cars. I parked and went to the door and found a bright orange sticker affixed to the door. “Sealed- by the Georgia Department of Revenue,” so ended that job. It began to be a struggle to keep the utilities on and needless to say, my marriage suffered.

While driving across town to collect my last check from the ambulance company I was rear ended by a person talking on a cell phone. The car was totaled and I was injured but to the insurance company despite their client being ticketed for the accident, claimed the fault remained in doubt. This was the beginning of my true education; I saw a corporation use law and government as a tool to dodge their contracted responsibilities. Their stated goal was to wait, delay and starve me out. Most people need their car replaced and despite a state law saying they owed me a rental car their answer was, sue us!

In July of 2007, I could no longer pay my child support. I had two years left to pay, a total of around $7,000. About this same time my wife suggested that I leave the home and I became homeless. That was over three years ago and now the state of Georgia claims my debt to be over $35,000 dollars. To get my license back they require $500 dollars down and a promise of $200 per month from a man who earns less than $100 per month. How can a homeless man argue with a state, when it takes weeks just to send me a form letter? $700 might as well be $7,000 or even seven million dollars. Without this driver’s license, I have no legal ID. Technically, under the Patriot Act, I commit a crime just walking down the street but more to the point, I can’t get a job. I can never pay the state as the total still grows. I can’t vote and I am dispatched from this society.

That is all well and good, because on an intellectual level and an emotional level, I am also dispatched from this society. A society which would allow banks and financial institutions to pillage and dispossess tens of millions of Americans with assistance programs left under the exclusive control of the criminals themselves.

A politicized court system, a propagandized public who are told that my plight and your plight, is all our own fault. Citizens United? Need I say more?

I have watched as state governments have assaulted its own work force and demonized them in public. Over a hundred thousand school teachers have lost their jobs, just like I did. The follow behind me and wonder like I did, what did I do wrong?

The Congress of the United States has declared war on the United States Post Office, an institution established by Benjamin Franklin for Christ sake.

We face a Presidential election between Barack Obama and Willard (Mitt) Romney. These are our choices, as this charade is peddled to the propagandized as a democracy. The candidate from Goldman Sachs versus the Candidate from Bain Capital. Ten million homes foreclosed, falling wages and the debate is centered on tax cuts? If you are still waiting for the Republicans and Democrats to save you, you are waiting for a bus that is not coming.

Yet the highest crime waits in the wings, under an agreement by both political parties. If the two parties cannot reach an agreement on budget cuts there will be automatic budget cuts on January 2nd. The cuts are a dagger pointed at the heart of the poor, the unemployed and the struggling. These cuts will not affect exclusive private schools but will decimate public education. These things they say must be done to cut the budget deficit. The same deficit caused by tax cuts, wars and free trade agreements.

I know now of American freedom, as I can no longer board an airplane or Amtrak train. Yet through my three years of study in this American University of the streets, I have met you. You, who are me, you whose stories vary only slightly from my own. You who have lost your jobs, you who have lost your homes, your cars and in some cases even your families. You graduated from college with a degree in International studies but in the Nation’s capital you work at the Hard Rock Café and pay out two weeks of your earnings every month for your education debt. You’ve worked as a certified credentialed auto mechanic for six years and can barely afford your own rent.

The truth is… that the truth is. It is neither vague nor cloudy, you are no freer today in America than a peasant from the Middle Ages, you have no health care or retirement. Politicians eye greedily your Social Security. You live in a Police State and without your papers you have no right to exist.

“We need a Nuremberg to put on trial the economic order that they have imposed on us, that every three years kills more men, women and children by hunger and preventable or curable diseases than the death toll in six years of the Second World War”. – Fidel Castro

No Road Back

12:18 pm in Uncategorized by Daveparts

No Road Back
By David Glenn Cox

It is really not so hard to be poor, the inability to purchase things or accumulate things is a relatively an easy adjustment. It is also an easy matter to adapt from a personal vehicle to public transport. The primary difference is without any income you really don’t have anyplace to go. You must marshal your resources for those things which are truly necessary. Where for instance would it be more important to visit than say to purchase tooth paste?

Life becomes a matter of rather simple choices, when this poverty first fell upon me, I was in shock. Me? This can’t happen to me, I’ve always been able to find work. I’ve always been that good employee. I’ve danced the Capitalist tune and said nothing as my benefits were cut. But hey, it all going to be alright isn’t it?

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross describes to us the five stages of grief, a hypothesis explaining how the human mind deals with catastrophic loss. So of course, my own shock and disorientation was quite predictable and to be expected. This is the first stage, Denial.

Anger is the second step in the process, and perhaps, the most difficult to explain. If I were suffering from terminal cancer, I could be as angry as I liked but with poverty, ah, that is very different. You better not be angry, no sir, you must smile and say yes, all is wonderful. You mustn’t upset the children or the spouse or potential employers or the police. Your rage at being publicly pillaged must be suppressed because as far as society is concerned, it isn’t happening.

Ten million home foreclosures which really didn’t happen either, twenty million permanently unemployed and under employed who really don’t exist. I have crossed this country in a bizarre odyssey and everywhere I go I see the homeless, the struggling and the unemployed. I see nerves on edge and minds ragged from long nights of distress. Mother’s trying to feed children and mothers put out of their homes because they earned too much for food stamps and not enough for mortgage assistance.

Citizen soldiers stripped of their civilian identities, men living under bridges and men who live nowhere at all. Mother’s explaining why there will be no seconds or Christmas. Politicians who speak of economic recovery as a foregone conclusion as they claim for a third year that the housing market has finally bottomed out, Yet they speak of us the American people, as no more than ghosts, as faceless numbers, as arbitrary statistics. I have met these numbers, these men, women and children; I have felt their pain and heard their tears. The innocents debased and ignored, young people trying to make it in a fixed crap game. Children told to study to get ahead when there are no jobs and will be no jobs.

A minimum of forty million Americans pushed from their homes plus those evicted from rental homes and apartments and this invisible army grows exponentially.

Civilian Labor Force; May 2011, 153,700,000
Civilian Labor Force; May 2012, 155,007,000

Employed; May 2011, 139,808,000
Employed; May, 2012 142,287,000

Not in Labor Force; May 2011, 85,613,000
Not in Labor Force; May 2012, 87,958,000

Persons who currently want a job; May 2011, 6,216,000
Persons who currently want a job; May 2012, 6,291,000

Could only find part-time work; May 2011, 2,475,000
Could only find part-time work; May 2012, 2,649,000

The next step is bargaining; when you begin to bargain you no longer think of yourself as what you once were, you now think expediently. What I can do today to earn a buck, you no longer think of yourself as a manger, salesmen or biological engineer. You’re no longer a grant writer helping underprivileged children, you’re a maid cleaning someone’s house for cash to put gas in your car or you’re shoveling dirt or rocks or building fences or lumping trucks to buy a pair of shoes, anything for a buck and for the most part, you’re working for the same people who claim you don’t exist in the first place.

Government workers; May 2011, 20,348,000
Government workers; May 2012, 20,059,000

You bargain for your wages and now, in a new twist many of the Craigslist ads want you to bid on the job in a race to the bottom.

Marginally attached to the work force; May 2011, 2,206,000
Marginally attached to the work force; May 2012, 2,423,000

Discouraged workers; May 2011, 822,000
Discouraged workers; May 2012, 830,000

After the bargaining stage comes depression, which is an easy step with no need to deviate too far or too fast to begin to understand the simple and obvious fact. Not one single occupation listed by the Bureau of Labor Statistics website shows any wage growth above the rate of inflation.

Not a single political party offers any plans or prescriptions, let alone respite or shelter from the storm. So we move along to acceptance, now acceptance is a little tougher to swallow because it sticks like a bone in your throat. You’re asked to accept that you will never have anything ever again. You will never control your own destiny but instead just drift along on the winds of discontent and the storms of misfortune.

“Remember, remember always that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionists.” – Franklin Delano Roosevelt

There is a shattering reality which comes with acceptance that this prolonged poverty daily saps your soul and your strength, it robs you of who you really are. You have become something different from who you once were, you begin to lose your identity and become a cold empty shell unsure of how to act anymore.

“Necessitous men are not free men.” People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made. – Franklin Delano Roosevelt

I am no longer a free; I am no longer either a Democrat or a Republican. I spit upon the foolish political side show of corporate fascism designed to convince the rubes in the hustings that they are somehow free when they are nothing of a sort. I am a revolutionist now with utter contempt for my government, I am oppressed and impoverished by its neo-liberal policies and my only salute this Fourth of July for the government of the United States consists of only one finger.

From the CIA World Fact Book:

“In this market-oriented economy, private individuals and business firms make most of the decisions, and the federal and state governments buy needed goods and services predominantly in the private marketplace. US business firms enjoy greater flexibility than their counterparts in Western Europe and Japan in decisions to expand capital plant, to lay off surplus workers, and to develop new products. At the same time, they face higher barriers to enter their rivals’ home markets than foreign firms face entering US markets.”

“The onrush of technology largely explains the gradual development of a “two-tier labor market” in which those at the bottom lack the education and the professional/technical skills of those at the top and, more and more, fail to get comparable pay raises, health insurance coverage, and other benefits. Since 1975, practically all the gains in household income have gone to the top 20% of households. Since 1996, dividends and capital gains have grown faster than wages or any other category of after-tax income.”

“In 2008, soaring oil prices threatened inflation and caused a deterioration in the US merchandise trade deficit, which peaked at $840 billion. In 2009, with the global recession deepening, oil prices dropped 40% and the US trade deficit shrank, as US domestic demand declined, but in 2011 the trade deficit ramped back up to $803 billion, as oil prices climbed once more. The global economic downturn, the sub-prime mortgage crisis, investment bank failures, falling home prices, and tight credit pushed the United States into a recession by mid-2008. GDP contracted until the third quarter of 2009, making this the deepest and longest downturn since the Great Depression.”

If this is the longest downturn since the Great Depression why is it called a recession? It is a rhetorical question of course, as Newsweek magazine promotes a cover story on Annie Leibovitz on its domestic cover and “Losing Afghanistan” as the headline on its international version. No different than any other corporate state sponsored propaganda.

“Of course, Socialism is violently denounced by the capitalist press and by all the brood of subsidized contributors to magazine literature, but this only confirms the view that the advance of Socialism is very properly recognized by the capitalist class as the one cloud upon the horizon which portends an end to the system in which they have waxed fat, insolent and despotic through the exploitation of their countless wage-working slaves.” – Eugene Victor Debs

The modern proletarian class doesn’t carry out its struggle according to a plan set out in some book or theory; the modern workers’ struggle is a part of history, a part of social progress, and in the middle of history, in the middle of progress, in the middle of the fight, we learn how we must fight… That’s exactly what is laudable about it, that’s exactly why this colossal piece of culture, within the modern workers’ movement, is epoch-defining: that the great masses of the working people first forge from their own consciousness, from their own belief, and even from their own understanding the weapons of their own liberation. – Rosa Luxemburg

So there is one last step in the chain reaction, one more phase of acceptance, it is understanding. The understanding that you did not choose this path for yourself, it was chosen for you by your enemies. An identity created in the crucible of understanding which explains to you, you’ve nothing left and there’s no road back

Perception Management

1:07 pm in Uncategorized by Daveparts

Perception Management
By David Glenn Cox

There is no top to this and no bottom, there are no sides to this and no way to contain it. It can only be held in place temporarily, only with makeshift propaganda and truckloads of hubris. This involves us all, every last mother loving son or daughter of us and it is inescapable, it is our destiny, our Alpha or our Omega, a new beginning or a certain end.

From the power of Barack Obama to the powerlessness of Trayvon Martin, from the violence of George Zimmerman to the violence of Robert Bales in Afghanistan. We are a violent and bloody people who tend to excuse our way past our own violence. Bales was serving his country as a hired assassin six thousand miles from home as bankers were attempting to take his home and throw his family into the street. George Zimmerman comes off as a Travis Bickle wanna be as he says “They ****** always get away!”

The harder the state tries to control us the more it spins out of control, the Revolution has already begun and just because they haven’t shot at you yet, doesn’t mean it isn’t so. If you are a college student you already know it. If you are a teacher you already know it. The Occupiers know it and even the Tea Partiers know it, they might not understand it, but they know it alright.

There are two America’s, the real one and a media created imaginary one and there’s a hard rain gonna fall on the real America,. The other day Occupy Wall Street protestors attempted to retake Zuccotti Park in New York. Here is what the Reuters News Agency reported, “The movement has made headlines for its clashes with police after campsites were set up for months in cities from New York to California.”

Wait a damn minute here, protestors never clashed with police. Police clashed with protestors or to put even a finer point on it, armed men with intent to do violence attacked, maced, pepper sprayed and otherwise assaulted a public gathering which was occupying a public space because the government didn’t like their politics or their message. Get it? Corporations are people and money is speech but actual people expressing their opinions are criminals and are met with state sponsored violence.

Yet the New York police were quick to deploy half of their force the other day to limit the public’s view of this police state in action. A new era of perception management has been put into place as the media couched previous reports of occupiers in Zuccotti Park with terms like defecation and rats. Rats? In New York City? Really rats?

Recently, America’s least favorite used car salesman Willard (Mitt) Romney won the Republican primary in Puerto Rico. The media reported his victory with grand adjectives such as “huge” and “decisive” Puerto Rico really? Has anyone ever heard of a primary victory in Puerto Rico being heralded as important, let alone huge?

Write it down, Romney is the Republican nominee and these events are simply window dressing, simply more perception management. Santorum and Gingrich hang around for no other purpose than to wound and weaken the Romney campaign. Meanwhile, Barack Obama rides the crest of a tidal wave of good economic news, most of which is not only not good, it isn’t even marginally good. New home sales 1963 – 560,000 New Home sales forecast 2012 – 307,000

2008- 485,000
2009- 375,000
2010- 323,000
2011- 303,000
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But this is the perception which those in power seek to create, the other day the Representative from Wisconsin, Paul Ryan proposed his new Republican budget plan. His new plan is nothing more than a rewrite from his last budget plan. In it, Ryan proposes tax cuts for corporations and the rich and draconian program cuts for Medicare and Social Security. His plan was so unpopular with the public in its last go around that 78 percent of Americans polled said they wouldn’t support it.

So Ryan and the Republicans propose this wildly unpopular budget again during a presidential campaign with great media fanfare. Ryan was asked if the Republican candidates will support his budget plan Ryan answers accordingly, “of course they will.” Imagine, you are the presumptive Republican nominee spending hundreds of millions of dollars trying to win over a skeptical public and a junior representative from Wisconsin is deciding your economic policy for you. This is almost an exact replay of John McCain’s ill fated trip to Florida in 2008, locked in a dead heat with Barack Obama McCain proposes cuts to Social Security in a room filled with senior citizens, it was, an is political suicide.

Obama hit the road recently, holding a series of photo ops at new factories and solar energy power plants saying, “We want to encourage production of oil and gas, and make sure that wherever we’ve got American resources, we are tapping into them,” Obama said. “But they don’t need an additional incentive when gas is $3.75 a gallon.” Once again the Republican’s will anoint a wildly unpopular candidate and the media will present Barack Obama as the lesser of two evils. Even so, the lesser of two evils is still evil.

The solar plant Obama visited employs ten full time workers but what Obama is saying with his own inimitable slip sliding tongue is that the tar sands pipeline is a done deal come January. The house passed the Republican Jobs bill (391 to 28) and the Senate passes it on (73 to 26) and Barack Obama smiles in approval. The bill titled Jobs is actually more about deregulation and reversing provisions of the Dodd–Frank legislation. All hail the one party system.

In Barack Obama you have the most right wing reactionary President in American history. A right wing Fascist with a media created persona perception of a moderate Democrat, presiding over an improving economy as home sales fall nearly one percent during a month when traditionally sales should be rising and the fall was reported by the media as good news! The Washington Post reported in a recent story placing the blame on the mortgage companies but in actual fact, you know already why Americans can’t obtain mortgages. The reason is the same reason they were using the finagled mortgages of a few years past. Most Americans no longer earn enough money to afford their own home.

Wages have been falling 1 percent a year against a rising 3 percent inflation; you don’t need to be Robert Reich to figure that one out. We will hold an election in six months to decide which direction that “we” the people wish to go with this nation and our choices will be a candidate on the far right or a candidate on the near right. The choice between a candidate who wants to end Planned Parenthood or a candidate who thought the cat food commission’s findings were “a good place to start.”

A soldier pushed over the edge by repeated deployments shoots down children and innocent adults in a fit of psychotic rage the president says that it is unfortunate and then smothers the issue. A psychotic cop wanna be shoots down a single child on the streets of an American city as police and city officials say it is unfortunate and try to smother the issue while the shooter wasn’t even charged with a crime.

Do you begin to see what is going on here? You don’t matter, your opinions don’t matter, and the lives of your children don’t matter and if you dare to complain you will be shown just how much, you don’t matter because in their eyes, you don’t.

These things will never fix themselves; there is no righting the ship here. Why can’t the Occupy movement give us a clear list of demands? Because the problems we face are too many, too huge, too manifold and too all encompassing.

Corporatism, Fascism, plutocracy, wars, economy, healthcare, homelessness and a growing poverty along with a gnawing anger and just what does our representative government offer us? Tax cuts, pepper spray, rubber bullets and neighborhood watch. This can’t be fixed with a vote but with a movement.

“One man, one family driven from the land; this rusty car
creaking along the highway to the west. I lost my land, a
single tractor took my land. I am alone and bewildered.
And in the night one family camps in a ditch and another
family pulls in and the tents come out. The two men squat
on their hams and the women and children listen. Here is the
node, you who hate change and fear revolution.

Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear,
suspect each other. Here is the enlarge of the thing you fear.
This is the zygote. For here “I lost my land” is changed; a cell
is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate–”We lost our
land.” The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and
perplexed as one.

And from this first “we” there grows a still more dangerous thing:
“I have a little food” plus “I have none.” If from this problem the
sum is “We have a little food,” the thing is on its way, the movement
has direction. Only a little multiplication now, and this land, this
tractor are ours. The two men squatting in a ditch, the little fire,
the side- meat stewing in a single pot, the silent, stone-eyed women;
behind, the children listening with their souls to words their
minds do not understand. The night draws down. The baby
has a cold. Here, take this blanket. It’s wool. It was my mother’s
blanket–take it for the baby. This is the thing to bomb.
This is the beginning–from “I” to “we.” – John Steinbeck

* US Housing & Urban Development

Wild Card

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Wild Card
By David Glenn Cox

I don’t know why really, but I feel almost certain that the people in power would never actually do anything so stupid as to attack Iran. Our government instead plays its thug card, playing chicken, doing everything possible short of war with Iran.

Wait, I understand that my opinion might, at first glance, appear to be overly optimistic except, I’m trying to look at the issue from the big business point of view, not to mention the humanitarian costs or economic costs. To study the United States involvement in the Persian Gulf the scenarios can become very frightening, very quickly.

Stop for just a moment and imagine just how your life would be instantly changed, if the United States were to attack Iran and Iran were to respond in kind. A World War on top of the world’s energy sector, Macho games and bravado aside, a situation like this would create world condition’s, which would amount to a near economic Armageddon. The price of oil and gold would skyrocket, seven or eight dollars a gallon gas would quickly become possible.

Despite the claims of Navy admirals, the Straights of Hormuz would be instantly closed. A silkworm missile launched across a 23-mile wide body of water can hit a target 11 miles out in seconds. A missile like that wouldn’t have to be aimed at a warship, just the threat and oil transports stop moving and insurance companies stop insuring both cargos and tankers.

An attack on Iran would create a worldwide energy panic and an energy shock. The already pilfered and manhandled Western consumer economies would quickly collapse stripped of any purchasing power. The American economy already anemic would quickly turn septic.

We have witnessed recently the response of the Afghani people to the burning of a Koran, stop for a minute and imagine the response across the Islamic world to an unprovoked attack on Iran by the United States or Israel. Imagine the response of the nations of India and Turkey to an American attack bordering their frontiers. It is pivotal moment in world affairs.

Such an attack would force the hand of politicians in Moscow and Beijing to respond with their own face saving measures. In no case could they remain silent, this is a case for these nations of political survival. The United States in the face of crumbling international economic prowess begins a ten-year policy of bellicose military adventurism.

These nations affiliated by geography cannot continue to ignore the American war juggernaut. This is and would be a gambit with no upside possible, as Iran is not Iraq. Iran is a large country and the US and Israel would be biting off more than they or we could chew in an asymmetrical war. Arab Spring could easily be erased by a Summer of Arab rage. American NGO employees were recently arrested in Egypt and others hide in the US embassy accused of funneling money to rebel groups and the provisional military government of Egypt is having none of it.

The world has had enough of American Lebensraum and the Arab world has had more than enough of it. They chaff under the tyranny of the house of Saud and the lackey Emirates. Sitting right across the waterway a delicate Iraq, a volatile Afghanistan, Lebanon and Syria not to mention the West bank and Gaza all with Iran as the tipping point. Turkey has rocky relations with Israel while Pakistan has rocky relations with the US. The US military has bisected Iran much like the wehrmacht had bisected Czechoslovakia in 1938, only this isn’t 1938 and the world economy would never stand the strain.

The European Union bailout of Greece would become impossible. Turkey is right next door to Greece, which leads directly into the heart of continental Europe.This region and areas connected to the region weave a delicate tapestry of ethnic religious, economic differences. The dominos could fall in so many ways that you couldn’t possible determine where this could all lead too, a nightmare scenario of a region where America might win militarily in Iran, but then it could all go so dangerously and disastrously wrong.

The Arab states of the Persian Gulf resemble pre- World War One Europe, crumbling alliances of a failing Empires with Russia on the border. Tired Monarchies, young revolutions shifting sands, say for instance, the US attacked Iran and the Pakistani government supported the US. Pakistani citizens would riot, Afghanistan would be impossible to predict. There would be trouble in Gaza and the West Bank. Now look at it like this way, suppose the US attacks and the Pakistani government condemns the move and closes its air space and refuses to allow the US offload all of the military supplies needed for Afghanistan to transit through Pakistan?.

Rather than a bloated military the European Allies have lean militaries and the conflict in Libya has depleted their munitions stocks. The US could find itself as the Kaiser’s Germany, with everything to lose and nothing to gain. The big power on the block supported by a host of Allies who have little to offer except for cheers and good tidings, it is the parable of the ant and the Elephant, which says the greatest elephant, can be overcome by ten million ants.

How oh how, could the United States ever hope to administer such a Post war Iran? Explain to me to me just how a war with the people of Iran will in any way change the mind of the Iranian populace about the United States? Would the US government care to stand on its record of nation building experience in Iraq and Afghanistan? Iran is a huge country nearly the size of Alaska and Iran has a population two and a half times larger than Afghanistan.

Would anyone like to wager a guess on, who Iran’s largest trading partner might be? If you guessed China, you’d be right. So when they write about oil disruptions in the newspapers ask yourself whose oil disruption? That would be a Chinese oil disruption and I doubt seriously if the Chinese would take any too kindly to the United States disrupting its flow of oil and possibly causing the long feared bursting of the Chinese economic bubble.

The Chinese economy is a super bubble, with more than ten years of unbridled, double-digit growth. It has a boomtown mentality where only the brave speak of controlling growth. This is at the root of the problem of austerity in Greece and elsewhere in Europe. The Chinese boomtown economy has acted like a sponge upon world capital, come one come all, get it while you can, the profits from investment in China yields three times the profit of investments made in Europe or the US, so where do the bankers choose to go?

Only… if I can see from here that this is a bubble, then the bankers certainly know it as well. All it would take is a spark, somebody doing something stupid shooting the Arch Duke Ferdinand or attacking Iran and the whole thing could fall apart.

China as a major world economic player is uncharted waters, a major Chinese recession or heaven forbid, a Chinese Depression would make the collapse of Bear Sterns look like closing the Tasty Freeze. Iran’s second largest trading partner is India, so in one fell swoop the US would cause oil disruptions in two of the world’s fastest growing economies. Year’s back, when I lived in Atlanta there was an expression, “If you think the Braves are bad now, imagine how bad the Braves would be without Dale Murphy!” If you think the world economy is bad now, imagine how bad the world economy would be without China or after an attack on Iran.

The arguments against are multiple and never ending, when the smoke cleared from WW-I the map of Europe was made over but not for the better. For the US to strike at yet another sovereign nation is the height of insanity but to attack the nation of Iran is beyond insane. Only warlord’s hell bent and obsessed with a blood lust for money and power in their hearts would risk an enterprise which could have such a serious negative impact the lives of most every man, women and child in the industrialized world and here is the ten dollar question, for what?

For what would they risk all, democracy or nuclear integrity, don’t make me laugh. This is about raw power; the nail that sticks up must be hammered down. The US has created a bulwark in an attempt to wall off the Persian Gulf as an American sphere of influence. Only, there is one nation which stands in the way of that insane Neocon dream of American oil hegemony. It is an all or nothing bet and they are quite literally betting the house hoping to win an economic advantage, which might be only fleeting.

If this misadventure were to all go wrong it would end US prestige and hasten the end of the US as a world power. Here is the wild card; Iran does not have to win this war, she needs only to survive it. With the examples of Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq could Iran manage to pull that off for a year or maybe two, you bet she could. Would US business and banking interests risk a possible World War, which might set back the economies on planet Earth for at least a decade?

 

On the Streets of Bedford Falls

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On the Streets of Bedford Falls
By David Glenn Cox

There is not much happening this year on the streets of Bedford Falls. The Christmas decorations went up on Main Street, same as always, but it’s just not the same. Old man Gower’s drug store moved out to the by-pass years ago and was bought out by Rite-Aid. The Building and Loan is a tanning salon now, and across the street is the Thrift Store.

The Building and Loan was bought out by Countrywide Mortgage. George, being George, fought the good fight, but with all the refis done around town and the sweet offer made to Uncle Billy, plus the shares Mr. Potter gladly sold, George didn’t stand a chance. Mr. Potter had other plans after merging his bank with Bank of America; he leveled his properties in Potter’s Field and developed the new Potter’s Field Mall. That’s where all the Christmas activities can be found now.

But it’s been a tough year. The plastics plant built by Sam Wainwright relocated to China, throwing half the town out of work. Bert the cop was killed in a gang fight over turf, not far from the old the Bedford Falls High School. The troubles have driven the more affluent families to place their children in the Potter’s Christian Academy. The old school had been in trouble since the jobs began to leave town. They don’t use the pool under the gym floor anymore, too much maintenance and too expensive. It became just one of many extracurricular activities done away with when the tax base collapsed.

Uncle Billy sold his house while the market was still strong, and with his proceeds from the sale of the Building and Loan bought a condo in a retirement community outside of Orlando. Ma Bailey had to let the boarding house go, too many rough customers and her age caught up with her. The boarding house didn’t sell for much, being in an old neighborhood and too close to town.

Ma moved in with George and Mary; she didn’t want to because of the many stairs and limited bathrooms. But she had little in the way of savings and only a small Social Security pension. It barely covered her supplemental coverage and George couldn’t afford to keep up both homes. They gave her the downstairs bedroom and now she spends most of her days watching cable TV and Fox News.

Harry and Ruth Bailey split up. Harry’s repeated deployments overseas put a strain on their marriage. Ruth complained after Harry’s third deployment that he had changed and wasn’t the same man she married.

With the Building and Loan gone, George drifted from job to job, first as a foreman with a construction company, then as a mortgage broker for Countrywide. They had to let him go; he just didn’t have the imagination that they where looking for. He kept pushing thirty-year conventional fixed rate mortgages, and he failed to understand that in the new low-wage economy few could qualify under those terms. It finally came to a head when George questioned the veracity of the figures in a no-documentation loan.

Mary got a job as a cashier at the Dollar General, working for Mr. Othello, to try and help out. Even though Mary had a college degree, there were few jobs of any type in Bedford Falls. With no money for college, Pete joined the Marine Corps and has been deployed overseas, and Tommy works as a mechanic at a shop out on the by-pass. Janey moved to California and calls only occasionally on holidays.

Zuzu works as a cocktail waitress at Martini’s, goes to college part-time at Potter State, and still lives at home. The family hopes to sing Christmas carols after midnight, just like they used to do in the old days, after George gets home from his current job as assistant manager at the Wal-Mart Super Center down the road from the mall. Life is still wonderful, but not as wonderful as it used to be.

There just aren’t any more angels around, and the splashes coming from the old bridge are common now. After all, they’re strangers to the Baileys, and the Baileys are strangers to them.

Being Woody Guthrie

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Being Woody Guthrie
By David Glenn Cox

Today we have so many celebrities who take on social causes; it is almost a given that they will each have some charity or cause that they support. That is good, I suppose, but still there is a clear distinction between being socially conscious and being Woody Guthrie.

Woody has been dead for almost half a century, and his deeds and exploits have fallen from public memory. Woody wasn’t socially conscious, he was its conscience. In the dark days of depression-era homelessness and migrant camps, Woody sang, “So long, it’s been good to know ya, this dusty old dust is getting my home.” He sang, “It’s a hot dusty road that a million feet have trod. Rich man took my house and he drove me from my door. And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore.”

He left his wife and family, like millions of other men during the depression, seeking work. When he was given his own radio show in Los Angeles, he sent for his wife and children. Guthrie played the same songs that he had played in the migrant camps, and dedicated songs to those who didn’t have enough to eat that night. Sponsors wanted only hillbilly music, but what they got was pure Woody. Management demanded Guthrie supply them in advance with a list of the songs he intended to sing, and then he didn’t play any of them.

Coming to California on foot, Woody knew that being called an Okie wasn’t a term of endearment; he was an outsider and always would be an outsider. He wasn’t just a little man who wrote songs for the oppressed. He was the oppressed, and he wrote songs for the little people who were oppressed everywhere. He walked out on good jobs because he wouldn’t be muzzled or censored. If you wanted Woody you got Woody, all of him, not just the polite parts.

In the days of strict segregation, Woody played with Lead Belly, Sonny Terry , Brownie McGhee and Josh White. Those things just weren’t done by white performers in polite society, but Woody didn’t give a damn about polite society. Once while working on a troop ship, Woody was playing for the troops when he heard voices from the front hold, and he asked, “Why aren’t we playing down
there?”

“Well, those are colored troops, and there might be trouble,” it was explained.

Woody asked, “Why? Don’t they like music?”

Woody played and there was no trouble, but at a war bond rally and banquet in Baltimore they weren’t so lucky. Woody, Brownie McGhee and Sonny Terry had played for the crowd. Woody was seated for supper at the head table while Sonny and Brownie were offered a plate in the kitchen. Enraged, Woody flipped the table over saying, “If we’re going to fight fascism, let’s start right here!” That was Woody, and that was Woody’s last war bond rally.

In 1938 Irving Berlin wrote “God Bless America,” and Kate Smith had a hit record with it. But to Woody, the song had it all wrong. It was plastic and superficial, a blind patriotic ballad without any soul searching or reckoning of the things that needed correction in this country. So Woody sat down to write a song about what being an American meant to him.

THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND

Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me

Chorus

I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

Chorus

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

Chorus

As I was walkin’ – I saw a sign there
And that sign said – no tress passin’
But on the other side …. it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

Chorus

In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made for you and me.

If this song had been written by anyone besides Woody Guthrie, it would just be a catchy tune. But it was written by a man who was beaten and had his guitar busted over his head for advocating labor rights. A man who slept on the hard ground when he didn’t have so much as a coin in his pocket. A man who watched his friend murdered by railroad detectives for hopping a freight train. A man who flipped over the banquet tables of big shots when he saw injustice. And through all of this, this man with barely a fourth grade education still loved this country.

Unlike Irving Berlin, he wasn’t satisfied with America; being wealthy didn’t make it all right. Woody once said, “I never met a poor man that wouldn’t share what he had, and I never met a rich man who wasn’t afraid somebody was gonna take something from him.” And that hasn’t changed. Too many of us walk through this life afraid to throw the tables over.

This is your land, Woody meant that. He wouldn’t be satisfied that we pay more than any country in the world for health care, and almost forty percent of us don’t have access to it.

This is your land, Woody meant that. He fought for unions so that families could stay together and earn a decent living. Because this is your land, you are not a guest or a visitor nor are you a long-lost relative, you are the owner here. And if you’re not being treated as such, flip over the table and find out why.

This is your land, Woody meant that. He advocated for peace and spoke against war at every opportunity and with every fiber in his being. He would not have quietly accepted two wars against third world peasants with hi-tech, uranium-tipped tank shells and guided missiles.

You don’t need to wonder what Woody would think about today’s troubles. His legacy is so clear and his mind was so open you don’t need to wonder what Woody would think about gay marriage or outsourcing. John Steinbeck said, “Woody is just Woody. Thousands of people don’t know he has any other name. He is just a voice and a guitar. He sings the songs of a people and I suspect that he is, in a way, that people. Harsh voiced and nasal, his guitar hanging like a tire iron on a rusty rim, there is nothing sweet about Woody, and there is nothing sweet about the songs he sings. But there is something more important for those who still listen. There is the will of a people to endure and fight oppression. I think we call this the American spirit.”

Woody never goes out of style and will never go out of style; he is for you and for your family. He is for the worker and the unemployed, the disliked and mistrusted. He is a man of God but he isn’t religious. He is tenacious, unbending, resolved, untiring and committed to a better life for the American people, not because we need help or can’t do for ourselves, but because this is our land and not an investment property for special interests groups.

“I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young, or too fat or too slim, too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard traveling. I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you. I could hire out to the other side, the big money side, and get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and the ones that make you think you’ve not any sense at all. But I decided a long time ago that I’d starve to death before I’d sing any such songs as that. The radio waves and your movies and your jukeboxes and your songbooks are already loaded down and running over with such no good songs as that anyhow.” –Woody Guthrie

Murderland

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Murderland
By David Glenn Cox

Only occasionally do we get catch a glimpse of this nation as it truly is, only occasionally can we smell it, but only when we get close enough to have our noses rubbed in what this country is actually about. We are buried and immersed, indoctrinated, infotained and immolated in this collective candy wrapper called the United States of America. A Disney ride, a sitcom with patriotic music played over the noise of a slaughter house.

A Rebecca of Sunny Brook Farm image of America, but Rebecca is packing heat. She loves slasher flicks and violence; she craves more pictures of a bloody Qaddafi or Saddam on the scaffold. She loves and craves blood and violence and on Sunday she stops to kneel and to pray because Jesus, the prince of peace loves America. He loves our violence and our blood, our gushing gore and bonehewing.

Barack Obama is quick to claim credit for our troop withdrawal in Iraq; his administration has a kinder gentler machine gun hand. The truth is we were thrown out, can you believe it? After all we’ve done for those ungrateful wretches, after we’ve bombed and strafed their country with depleted uranium and killed over 150,000 Iraqi’s civilians we are being shown the door, all that we Americans ever asked for was immunity from criminal prosecution, and the Iraqi’s for some strange reason said no.

So we will leave behind one freshly purchased squadron of F-16 fighter jets in Iraq with another on order because the only thing we love in America more than blood, carnage and tears is high tech weaponry. We also plan through an American broker plan to sell the Afghan air force a fleet of Russian made helicopters. New helicopters would sell for $19 million per copy but because we really love democracy and Capitalism we are selling the Afghans used Russian helicopters for $21 million per copy. The argument is that the new helicopters were just too complicated for the untrained Afghan pilots; pilots who plan to start flight school just as soon as they are taught how to read.

This is who we are and this is what we do, we kill people and break things and cheat people for money. All is for profit, we love money, it is our God, our golden calf. Jesus said, “Blessed are the peace makers: for they shall be called the children of God.” In America, the short answer to that statement would be, fuck you hippie. That is who we really are; America would nail his hippie ass to a tree faster than you could say Dick Cheney. If you love America, then you are in love some absurd abstract concept which doesn’t really exist, some Madison Avenue slogan like Crest toothpaste, Pizza Hut or Mickey Mouse.

I know a woman who is sick and will probably die, not because there isn’t a treatment for her illness but because her job has been outsourced overseas. Her health insurance company is shouting, “Yippee Skippee” and dancing a jig because at the end of the month they are off the hook for her medical bills and because she is sick, no other insurance company will cover her at any price. Makes you proud to be an American, doesn’t it? Let’s let people die for money, everyone is doing it! Well, third world back water countries are doing it, there aren’t any countries the world considers civilized doing these things but then, we consider ourselves separate from the rest of the world.

This is your bullshit freedom; your vulnerability is sold to you as John Wayne style freedom. 45,000 American men, women and children die each year because they lack health insurance. I don’t care what your political affiliation is, that is shameful, that is a disgrace. While you chant your political slogans and invectives tell it to the mother of a dying child or tell it to a child with a dying parent, that this is all about your freedom little Bobby.

I am a Socialist, let me tell you what that means, it means the day Socialists take power in this country, Americans will stop dying because they lack health insurance. Socialism says that all peoples are equal, money; status and station don’t mean anything. It means that your child’s education won’t be dependant on your wealth. It means freedom from fear, freedom from fear of providing for your children’s education and freedom from fear of providing for your old age. Capitalism says people are tools by which to obtain wealth and only the money really matters, while Socialism says that money is but a tool and that it is only the people that really matter.

Students with good grades go to college because an educated population creates a more vibrant society and creates more than an uneducated population. Most of Europe offers their young people a free education but here in America education is a profit center. A billion dollars in student loans go to Internet Universities. “Learn ballpoint pen repair” or “join the fast paced world of Homeland Security” or even become a NASCAR mechanic. Their goal isn’t to educate but to profit from education because what else matters?

Ten million jobs outsourced with no end in sight, twelve million homes foreclosed with no end in sight. Isn’t the profit motive wonderful? WWJD? He’d tell America to fuck off; that’s what he’d do, he cast the money changers from their temples because he had this outrageous notion that God doesn’t need or want our money. Jesus believed in the separation of church and state. So this precious Jesus, that the Bible thumpers so idolize, would tell them to their faces, point blank, to eat shit and die.

Jesus would be found today at occupy Wall Street or more than likely in a New York City jail cell. He had overturned the tables of the money changers and thrown down their goods once before and there is no doubt, that he’d do it again today on Wall Street.

Yet there is then a third leg to this insidious iniquitous triad, included with our murder and larcenies are our lies. I found this the other day quite by accident.

“MR. STEPHANOPOULOS: Here are the latest developments on this eleventh day of war. Another night of intense bombing in Baghdad hit key Republican Guard targets. And U.S. Central Command says the presidential palace used by Saddam Hussein’s son Qusay, along with Fedayeen paramilitary barracks, were also struck.”

“ MR. STEPHANOPOULOS: I want to play now, show now, an editorial from the “Wall Street Journal” that basically says the United States has been too scrupulously. It says “These allied scruples have had important military costs. The decision not to bomb Iraqi TV avoided civilian deaths, but also gave Saddam an opening to show he was still in control. The sprint to Baghdad to end the war quickly opened allied supply lines to Fedayeen raids and the original decision to by-pass Basra denied to Iraq’s suppressed Shiite majority any immediate motivation to revolt.” Do you think this effort to save lives may actually be prolonging the war?”

So after an unprovoked invasion of a sovereign nation with reasons built entirely out of hot air and manufactured lies the US military then bombs the capital of this nation repeatedly. We bombed their electrical grid and we bombed their water and sanitation facilities and in the end we even bombed Iraqi television. All of these events are war crimes but what question does the media ask?

Do you think that we are being too nice, too restrained in our murderous assault? Do you think those bludgeoned battered and bombed in Iraq were let off too easy?

There is contemptuousness which has caused a welling of anger that can no longer be suppressed. This anger, this rage goes meandering in the streets and is misunderstood by the politicians, the media and the commercial sector. They try to frame this rage through the lens of traditional party labels and what they get is a fuzzy image. They don’t see, they don’t understand, their credit card still works and they wonder, “What’s their problem?”

The other day in an interview Hillary Clinton laughed with glee and rubbed her hands together in self satisfaction at the death of Moammar Qaddafi. “We came, we saw and he died,” she said as she laughed at the wonderful murder. In America murder is good, murder is about smiles and laughter, trials and justice are passé’. The President issues death warrants in Murderland.

“I see America through the eyes of the victim. I don’t see any American dream–I see an American nightmare.”- Malcolm X