this originally appeared on 10/1/08 under the title, ‘the summer of our discontent’. it has been re-worked a bit and there is still plenty of discontent to go around. i may even toss in the original just because i can.
yes, i’m still using the steinbeck title. this time even more blatantly so. it’s an out right steal. be that as it may.
christmas eve morning and the senate tools in DC have passed the health care fiasco. it might help some folks but for the most part the rest of us are screwed. penalties. higher health premiums. more taxes. yeah, i know. we are promised it will reduce the deficit. just how i haven’t a clue other than your tax bill is going to look donald trump’s bank statement. i don’t see it any other way.
we were also once promised medicare would never cost as much as it has. now the ass holes want to cut it in some sort of new deal ponzi scheme in order to pay for it. god, the mind reels at their madness. utter chaotic gobbly goop that we the people are supposed to suck up like it’s manna from heaven. the gall of those fools.
the disdain for what we the people want is nothing more than a slap in the face. when the majority of the people in this country wanted nothing to do with the current 1,000 page plus secret filled and pork laden health bill it didn’t matter to the anointed elite. they can’t feel our pain anymore. not that it ever really mattered to them in the first place.
our pain has nothing to do with them. they play by their own set of rules. their own health care system in place and it will remain in place. god forbid they have to scramble or stand or sit and wait for care. no, they are special.
we’ve come a long way from, we the people and a government by and for the people. those sentiments are long gone. meaningless phrases the elite say didn’t mean that in the first place. they KNOW. they KNOW everything. they know jack shit is what it amounts to. and we get to eat shit.
i’m probably on a few lists already. especially after my last email the other day to one of my senators. the funny thing is she sent me an email and i answered it. sucker punched i’m sure. at any rate, i may as well solidify my standing on those lists.
we have been led down the primrose path by the tools in DC. from the very top to the bottom. they buy select caches of votes and you get enough of those caches you are guaranteed a lifetime of thumbing your nose at the great unwashed. us. they suck up to the money for nothing and your chicks for free folks like they are the only people out here. deal here. pander there.
the anointed elite’s current take on a government by and for the people is nothing more than the choice between slavery and freedom. simple as that. they chip away every day at freedom and have been at it for years. enslaving us in their convoluted mish mash of politically correct communist swill gobbly goop. and we are here to help you lies because you are to stupid to help yourselves.
yeah, this is a rant and i should in theory feel better after said rant. i don’t. i feel even worse. and afraid for this once great nation, amerika. those of us old enough to remember a time in school when typing was taught on the old manual typewriters, there was a phrase we were all taught and used to sorta hone our skills.
Now is the time for every good boy to come to the aid of your country. no truer words were ever typed. slavery or freedom. it’s our choice.
the summer of our discontent (from the vault)
yes, once again i steal one or sorta steal one from steinbeck. what can i say? other than it fits here and there in the so calif summer that just refuses to die. as to whether or not this blog makes any sense remains to be seen.
seems like every year this time i’ve just about had it with summer and the fucking triple digit temps lolly gagging around and over so calif or the mojave desert or sonora desert of the southwest. sure, it’s more or less normal for this time of year but the older i get the more i wish it would just get the hell out of the way of more tepid temps and tons of cold rainfall for my native state. the last is always a hope of mine for this time of year, as well. remember, i grew up here when agriculture was still the cash cow in socal.
drought remains king here in the land of california. if things don’t change and change soon the state motto should be changed from: eureka!; to: you don’t miss your water till the well runs dry. yeah, it’s a line from an old blues song. my favorite version is an old one by taj mahal. i’m sure you can find a version of the tune on youtube if you are so inclined.
summertime and discontent. discontent with summer and the stuff happening this summer. a double sorta whammy. first off we have tweeledee and tweedledum running for office. the tweedle is interchangeable in either case. to paraphrase my canadian friend john’s latest blog, canada and the us of a are about to elect idiots to the highest office of each land. a sad state of affairs if there ever was one.
to make matters worse we are in the middle of the banker, politician created financial mess. greed heads abound. greed is bi-partisan. when the whip comes down you won’t see any of them in the soup line with you. oh, they may show up to ladle you your bowl of gruel to show you that they feel your pain and really really do give a fuck about you. deal is they rolled up in a hummer or a town car with a driver/bodyguard. you on the other hand, will have rolled up some newspaper and stuck it in your shoe so you could walk a few miles to the nearest soup line.
they will go home after the ladling to some compound surrounded by a nice wall with broken glass and razor wire cemented into its top. plus a platoon of mercs to insure no riff raff gets within shooting range. yeah, the ones that want to ban guns will be using them on anyone who gets with in range of one. count on it. yes, i’m a pessimist. big deal. your point?
i suppose my biggest fear in this continuing summer of my discontent would be something like what really did happen in one of my long ago lifetimes.
i was in south vietnam during that fracas. we, in the military, were paid in mpc or military payment currency or some sorta gobbly goop. i forget exactly but that’s not the point. at some point or another the politicians decided that the current mpc being used was getting into too many of the locals hands. i suppose even charlie got his mitts on some as well. though i doubt you could buy many arms with the stuff in poland. greenbacks on the other hand were another story or blog. and i’m drifting like a banshee here but i may reel it in. maybe.
so. we were told that the deal was gonna go down on a certain day or maybe not. like i said it was a lifetime ago. at any rate, we sorta knew it was gonna happen.
the day the deal went down our small macv compound was locked down. as was every other military camp in south vietnam. we all lined up and handed over our old mpc and were in turn given new mpc. the old stuff was then totally fucking useless.
we had some local vietnamese as workers on the compound. they, of course, stood outside the wire watched and waited with sad looks on their faces. a few tears as well. they had just become penny less or much much poorer. sure they still had a job but nothing in the bank, as it were.
perhaps some of you see where this is going. point is, we at some point are gonna be those hapless vietnamese if the greed heads and politicians don’t stop being self serving greedy ass holes. count on it.
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