Every now and then I have to vent. This is one of those “nows.” Pardon the rant.
Thought--Wouldn’t it be great if some day America held an election and no one came? Fact is: The fraud of the “two-party system” becomes more evident with every election. Let’s face it: The more we vote the worse things get. No matter which side of the same coin is elected, a Democrat or Republican, the standard of living in America falls, the number of wars rise, corruption and illegal immigration increases, happiness and freedom decreases, and, of course, we go another trillion or two in debt. So, unless there is a viable Third Party candidate next go-around, from where the sun now stands in the heaven, this tax-paying, bike-riding, Walmart shopping American will vote no more again, forever. As I see it, by staying away from the polls I will for the first time in my overly long life become a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. Last time I looked, fifty percent of Americans or more had become a part of “the solution.”
Thought--Wouldn’t it be great if some day America held an election and no one came? Fact is: The fraud of the “two-party system” becomes more evident with every election. Let’s face it: The more we vote the worse things get. No matter which side of the same coin is elected, a Democrat or Republican, the standard of living in America falls, the number of wars rise, corruption and illegal immigration increases, happiness and freedom decreases, and, of course, we go another trillion or two in debt. So, unless there is a viable Third Party candidate next go-around, from where the sun now stands in the heaven, this tax-paying, bike-riding, Walmart shopping American will vote no more again, forever. As I see it, by staying away from the polls I will for the first time in my overly long life become a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. Last time I looked, fifty percent of Americans or more had become a part of “the solution.”
Expressing the
wishes of the Jewish media, all the presidential candidates in the last
election, with the exception of Ron Paul, were bible-beating, desk-pounding
war-gluttons thoroughly in the hip pocket of Israel. There is little I can say good about Barack
Obama but I am confident that had that murderous Israeli-Firster Mitt Romney
won we would now be locked in World War III, if the world still existed (even
with the egregious liar, Obama, we came, and remain, perilously close to WW3).
Another thought--Why is it that we must always witness soldiers, sailors and airmen marching in the flag at sporting events? Who gave these people a corner on “patriotism?” Why must patriotism always be associated with wars and murder? Why not allow doctors or firemen or brick layers or electricians or students or housewives or truck drivers to present the colors? After all, do they not too represent America? Indeed, are there not many more of us than the soldiers and sailors? Do not we also make a nation strong and safe?
The reason members of the armed forces always must represent us, of course, is that the old America has been usurped by the welfare/warfare state; we have been taken over not by the peace-makers, but by the war-mongers; we have been hijacked by those with a vested interest in perpetual war. Indeed, the average tattooed American sitcom-watcher is so busy waving flags, tying yellow ribbons, supporting troops, honoring “heroes,” and threatening the world with destruction, that “peace” is a word hardly heard anymore.
But even now,
American TV runs an endless list of old war movies reminding us how glorious
war is; there is even a military channel showing all the up-to-date and fun
ways we might murder other people. One cannot watch a sporting event on TV w/o
several military recruitment commercials trying to woo the young and the dumb
to join “the few, the proud, the Marines” or to join the navy and be “a force
for good around the world” (“Good,” of course, depends on which side of the
sidewinder missile you happen to be on). Football teams now regularly sport camouflage
uniforms to show their patriotism and military support. Video games are all about combat and
slaughter, past, present and future, and impressionable teens snap them up. Our
holidays—Christmas, included--have become little more than war commemoration
days in which we give solemn thanks to all the “heroes” who keep us safe from
all those bad boogie men around the world who are lurking and trying to take
our freedoms away. “Peace on earth, good will toward men” is now but a quaint
slogan with zero modern relevance.
“Support the Troops!” This phrase has become the universal cry. Why? Why support the troops any more than we support the cops, the firemen, the sanitation workers, the school teachers, and so on? “Support the Troops . . . They are fighting for our freedoms.” Ho, ho, ho! Sorry, but NO ONE five thousand miles away killing with drones and missiles is fighting for my freedom. Last time I looked no one anywhere in the world was trying to deprive me of my freedoms except perhaps my very own federal government. And so, until we come to our senses—not likely--or suffer a defeat so deadly and devastating that no American will even mention the word “War” for a hundred years—very likely—I expect to see so-called “heroes” in military uniform cranking out the flag before every sporting event.
“Support the Troops!” This phrase has become the universal cry. Why? Why support the troops any more than we support the cops, the firemen, the sanitation workers, the school teachers, and so on? “Support the Troops . . . They are fighting for our freedoms.” Ho, ho, ho! Sorry, but NO ONE five thousand miles away killing with drones and missiles is fighting for my freedom. Last time I looked no one anywhere in the world was trying to deprive me of my freedoms except perhaps my very own federal government. And so, until we come to our senses—not likely--or suffer a defeat so deadly and devastating that no American will even mention the word “War” for a hundred years—very likely—I expect to see so-called “heroes” in military uniform cranking out the flag before every sporting event.
I can think of no other nation on the planet—save Israel—that is more
geared toward war and destruction than this one! The American military neither defines me nor speaks for me.
Had I the power I would bring home virtually all U.S. troops from around the
globe, find them good civilian jobs or place them on our southern border with
Mexico. Not only would this move save U.S. taxpayers trillions and trillions
and stop millions and millions from invading us, but it would help heal all the
angry scars we have created around the world.
And “Neocons”? I would bet that not one in fifty Americans
could define Neocon if questioned on the street. Remember the greasy, vulgar hair-balls of the
Sixties who led violent protests against the U.S. wars against communism? Well, these same peace-loving radical
leftists who opposed the war and actually sided with the Marxists back then are
now the flaming pro-war “conservatives”, or Neocons, of today. The difference? When the wars were waged against communism, wars
were bad; when wars are fought to further Israel’s goals, as all current
American wars are, wars are good.
Remember Jerry Rubin, Abby Hoffman, Bela Abzug, Betty Friedan, Gloria
Steinman, and other loud Jews of the Sixties who led the anti-war movement and who
were supposedly so opposed to war and violence?
These same people, or their younger versions, are now the war-mongering
Neocons who never met a Middle East war that they did not love. Right now, war with and destruction of
Israel’s greatest enemy, Iran, is their main mission. These Neocon rats are hypocrisy personified.
Apology--I wish I could say that my anti-war impulses were all humanity-based and spring from motives benign. Alas, my hatred of these innumerable and non-stop wars are mostly self-serving, viz., I fly a lot, I travel a lot, I move in other countries a lot—I would like to continue to do so without being killed simply because “my” bloody-minded government thinks murdering people around the globe 24/7 is just jim-dandy.
