There are times when poetry, music, and a reflective narrative can be an effective way to make a point in a diary. This is not one of those times.

Sometimes a sledgehammer is necessary.

Hello, “elected representatives” currently engaged in “public service” across the USA. I’ve been watching your blundering and plundering and corrupt autocratic assholery for quite awhile now, and have to ask, which part of Those Who Forget the Past Are Condemned To Repeat It don’t you understand?

The Forget the Past part?

The Condemned To Repeat It part?

Every part?

Every time?

Yeah. I know. War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength, Freedom is Slavery. Thanks to all the public servicing you keep performing on us, this country is overflowing with Peace and Strength.

And Freedom too.

It’s everywhere! Especially on Election Days. On those special days, when every American, from sea to shining sea, from the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans white with foam has been fully informed about all the issues by a billion dollars worth of attack ads, we have the sacred freedom to vote for pathological liars with an (R) after their names or for compulsive liars with a (D) after their names.

Choices, choices, choices.

I have some advice for you. You might want to heed it before it’s too late. Slide your Wall Street monogrammed mouses down to these helpful links . . .

The Storming of the Bastille

Ten Days That Shook the World

The Corporation: The Pathological Pursuit of Profit and Power

Get the audio book versions. They’re narrated at 500 decibels for the benefit of hearing impaired politicians.

Brace yourselves. Pass five more Patriot Acts, hand the NSA another billion and crank up the surveillance. Another revolution is coming, because THIS is what’s happening and THIS is why and THIS is what’ll happen to anyone who “plots” to oppose it. Yeah, here we are, as free as it gets while the bankers keep laughing at us and Obama locks the doors and we’re all trapped in the back seat of the Too-Big-To-Fail-Mobile careening down this Superhighway to Serfdom with God Bless America blaring from the radio and the windshield splattered with blood.

Yeah. I heard you. Stupid Muslims, they should have gotten out of the way.

You can’t accuse me of wanting to overthrow the government. It’s already been overthrown. By YOU. You take your oaths of office and then make a mockery of every word of it. You are directly responsible for the pervasive abuses of power and obstructions of justice committed every day in that plutocrat whorehouse you call Congress. You are directly responsible for massive and blatantly illegal NSA spying on Americans, you are complicit in the greatest financial crimes in all of human history, you are complicit in the subversion of our courts, the militarizing of our police, the criminalizing of dissent, and the destruction of our environment.

We’ll meet up someday. When the rain starts a-fallin’, we’ll meet up where the people are many and their hands are all empty, where your politics of poison are flooding their waters, where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, where the executioner’s face is always well hidden, where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, where black is the color and none is the number.

Justice will find you. Justice knows where you live, it knows who you work for, it knows what you’ve done. A hundred Patriot Acts won’t be enough to save you when it knocks on your door.