Thar She Blows!

The way the jerk-nuts work in DC is always the same, at least for the past decade, probably longer.  They raise a huge fuss over nothing so that they can sneak a slider past.  And oh boy did they drop a whopper this time.

First, how they do it.  You see, there was never a debt default crisis.  The US Constitution, Fourtheenth Amendment, states that the US will and can not default on its debt.  The answer was incredibly simple.  All CON-BAMA had to do was send a not to the Treasury to issue enough chits to cover interest payments.

All the fuss and fighting was nothing more than the standard magician's technique of drawing your attention to the other side of the stage while they popped a whammy on the other.

And the whammy is quickly becoming known as the "Super Congress."  And no, the super doesn't refer to being a hero or anything so noble.  It is the old Latin meaning of "above" or "over," or in German, "uber".

You see, CONgress set up a new committee with the debt bill.  This committee, full of the bastards that got the country into the mess it's in, has the power to formulate bills that are fast-tracked through CONgress.  There is no debate, no amendments, no filibusters.  Just take it or leave it.  It's the perfect weasel vessel for a building full of weasels.  They can make a quick vote in favor of just about anything and blame it all on someone else, which they excel at.

Basically, America is now under a dictatorship, but with a twist.  Bammy has a lot of say, but this committee of 12 is pretty much a shared dictatorship, so that the American people will swallow it, hook-line-sinker, before they every know what hit 'em.

All those weaselly little lawyer shits have achieved their wet dream!  Now they can truly speak without saying, and do without responsibility!  Oh, what a great day in world history!

Really, it's all so amusing.  For decades, I heard the so-called 'patriot movements' scream and holler and jump up and down, saying, "They'll never have a dictator in Merica!  They can have my guns when they pry my cold, dead fingers off the trigger!"

All done.  Story's written.  The curtain is drawn.  House lights are up.

And not one 'patriot' saw it coming.  No one fired a shot.  There was no mass demonstrations.  No clashed with 'authorities'.

Just a mass howl of, "Don't stop my entitlement checks!"

What a joke it all is.  All the bluster and bombast for a piece of legistlation in the night.  It was so simple.  Even the 'patriots' are relieved, as they sink back into the couch to get their daily injection of MSNBC/CNN/XYZ.  The ;Tea Party' won!  We can all go back to sleep!  Them Republican boys saved our hides from certain cessation of SS checks and Medicare coverage.

Yes, I take my hat of to you, Patriot.  You put up a valiant fight.  History will mark your passing...like a ship in the night.

The scary part is now the Fourth Reich begins.  The Empire is born in earnest, and just like Lucas' second trilogy, all the little green men welcomed it!  And what's really astounding, at least to a child of the 60s, is that I have to turn to Pravda and Putin to get a breath of fresh honesty.

It's like an old relative dying.  They've been ill for years, languishing on machines in a nunery.  Then, in the night, at the very beginning of Ramadan, they slip away in the night.  They suck in one last breath and say something mystical that no one will every understand, then sputter their last breath to the Universe.  The jaw goes slack, the eyes cloud over and the hand drops to the side.

It's over.

Now the real fun starts.

If you noticed the markets and gold over the past two days, then you've seen the relatives fighting over the estate.  The Dow dropped 300 points and gold shot up $20.  They're all picking over the bones and fighting over who gets what.

At least they waited the requisite 3 days until the corpse was buried.  Damn decent of them, really.   But no one is waiting for the reading of the Will.  They're all squatting on their claims and no one will budge them easily.

An apt metaphor for all this were the alerts I got from the Republic of Texas folks.  For two weeks, I was getting imperative emails: madatory, absolutely necessary, increadibly dire meeting last Saturday.  No excuses.  You don't show, you ain't part.  Then, the last one was, "Rescheduled."  Yup, that's what happened.  Everyone ran off to claim a piece of pie while the relative slipped into the grave.

I never really envisioned it this way.  I always thought there'd be some fight to it.  Hell, at the least the hippies got shot at Kent State and the Bonus Army got hacked to bits on the plains of the Potomac.  But, this...

Good bye, America.  It was a fine dream.  It lasted until Lincoln, too.  Not bad for something so radical as personal freedom and responsibility.  There really was a kind of mystique to America.  Something I've never encountered in the 40-some-odd countries I've been to.  There was a sense of purpose and a global view of things.

To see it die at the hands of someone named Boner is almost an insult, but so apropos.  After all, every human being that ever called themselves an American, and especially those who fought and died to create her, just got shafted.

Good night, America.  We hardly knew ye.

Singin' WWIV Blues

Since I was one of those lucky kids who had to hide under my desk at school every Friday at noon, when the air raid sirens went off, I think i can safely say this is the opening of WWIV.

WWIII took place from the end of WWII until the 80s, when the rest of the world went socialist and there was no point to fighting with your friends.  It was a 'cold war,' which means the sides blew up other people's countries as a proxy for their own ideological differences.

Here in WWIV, it's the banksters against the rest of the world.  This war is fought in board rooms and stock exchanges, using paper and bytes.

There's no nation vs. nation, because all the governments (with the exception of Libya) are already owned lock, stock and ice-cold barrel.  Any country that has money and a fair cut of resources has been subsumed.  The few that haven't, well, they're not important because they don't have anything of value to the banksters.  Qaddafi had about the only large stock of sovereign gold and oil left that wasn't in the bankster inventory.

WWIV is a war of thinking people vs. the Sheep.  The handfuls of independent folks out there who still think and act in ways that aren't sanctioned by The Owners are slowly being cornered.

Things like the TSA grope-a-ropes are actually sorting bins.  The Sheep just shuffle through silently and take their vaccines and soma.  Those who complain are being tagged and catalogued for later rendering.  The hot war will come soon enough, but for now, the banksters need to figure out where all the hiding places are, since the rebels aren't in a single physical area, like a country or something.

The whole thing reminds me of that old Star Trek episode called, "Taste of Armaggedon."  The gang lands on a planet which is at war with another planet, fought by computers.  The machines launch virtual attacks and calculate virtual damages, and then the assigned Sheep are tagged to voluntarily walk into disintegration chambers.

I mean, every time I read one of these 'cyber-war' stories trying to make me afraid of someone else' bytes, I just have to laugh!  Did all those Pentagon and bankster idiots watch Star Trek too?  Because it sure seems like they're trying to bring that episode to life.

Certainly, one gets the impression this whole charade is coming to a head.  The US is fighting six wars at once, while at the same time it's going flat broke.  The EU is about to go 'foof!', which is Greek for "oh hell."  Russia and China are playing footsie as they look at the entire western hemisphere going in the crapper.  The entire Middle East is singing the Rolling Stones (hey you, get offa my cloud!).  Even Antarctica seems to be having troubles, since Emperor penguins are swimming 2,000 miles to New Zealand to get out of there.

That's almost a good as Spalding Gray swimmin to Cambodia.

The interesting part of all of this is that one gets the distinct impression that the banksters are acting out of desperation.  They are moving fast and apparently not too concerned if people see behind the curtain now.  Maybe their TSA headcounts of the wild ones is showing just a few more heads than they had anticipated.  Certainly, places like Texas passing laws making the 'yellow shirts' criminals was not in their play-book.

Where's Gandi, or Emerson, or Thoreau?  Where are the Bob Dylans and hippies?  Where's the righteous indignation and the social conscience?  Have everyone gone nuts, gone soft or gone completely to sleep?

What really amazes me are the hippies.  They turned on, tuned in and burned out.  They vanished into the woods and became Microsoft and Celestial Seasonings.  An entire generation of trouble makers have become a bunch of gelatinous proto-plasm whose biggest concern is timing their investments and and hoping Social Security lasts long enough for them to get theirs.  A complete waste os resources, that bunch is.

It's a sad state of affairs when the shining hope for the future is a bunch of pasty cyber-punks whose idea of fun is cracking security on the US Senate's webpage.  I mean, come on...that's not a victory, that's a flea on an elephant.

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud  -- Bob Dylan, Masters of War

It's over, I think.  \\If the world was turned right, neighbors would show up at the house next door with pitchforks and torches when the banksters came to repo.

If the world was turned right, people would shun corporate products and sparkly gee-gaws and politicians, and start their own economies governments.

If the world was turned right, everyone would stop paying credit cards and mortgages at the same time, and shove a middle finger in the face of anything that resembles 'old school' power and control.

Than's if the world was turned right.  As it looks from here, it ain't even turned at all.

Pretty soon, the scanners at the airports will become disintegrators, and we'll all be living a Star Trek episode where we march happily into them and vanish forever, on command.  There won't be need for bullets and bombs, we'll all just fall on our swords when told.  When the message comes that little Johnny had his virtual leg blown off in a virtual attack, poppa will eargerly run over and hack it off so that the game can continue.

Who knows?  Maybe Roddenberry was on to something.  After all, we all have communicators now, phasers are being tested at Livermore and warp drive exists for the privileged few.

Beam me up, Scotty.  There's no intelligent life down here.