Monday, February 08, 2016

Bring me my leeches

My work in Government taught me one lesson above all. The wealthy are the greatest receivers of public money. For them we build infrastructure, roads, sewers, pay for the employees to be educated and the health care.We clean up their environmental nightmares, or subsidize them with everything from under-cost land, minerals, timber or flat out fraudulent enterprises like the F-35 and the constant, endless stream of military hardware we pour into maintaining the empire and leave like scrap in places like Iraq. Many of them wouldn't exist if they weren't sucking off government contracts and bonding projects like starving vampires. But, if school children need something as simple as the minuscule funds for a trip to a museum, the great conservative voices thunder from the skies "Oh we cannot teach them to be freeloaders, they must earn their way by the value of labor." This class, if one carefully observes, has often never worked in the actual private sector making an honest living, but seems always employed in such difficult circumstances as conservative think tanks writing nonsensical screeds as propaganda pieces, or enjoying political appointments whenever their favorite son wins election. Anytime the words "Economic Development" or "Jobs" are attached to a private enterprise, the public should hide their wallets and seal-weld the public purse as you know it will soon be raided. Water supply lines for ski resorts, land exchange subsidies for mine proposals and infrastructure for "commercial development" are phrases that come to mind. "Developers" are best symbolized as parasites directing their host into absurdist financial suicides such as big box development. Consultants, lobbyists and "Government Affairs" specialists are to be feared much more than the addicts stealing valuables out of garages and cars as they are far more psychopathic and would gladly steal a baby's bottle if allowed. If a lobbyist ever entered my house I would be more watchful than if the most depraved drug cartel member entered, nailing my belongings to the floor and secreting my meager property into the closet guarded by a wolverine. Unlike the lobbyist, the cartel member has at least tried to work for his money. It is not just the owner class or Wall Street Bankers to be feared, but their servants in the consultancies, lobbying groups, law firms and the legislatures. As much an army of parasitical brain infections directing the body of the state into packing the wallets of them and their masters, they are to be hated as much as any group of crazed executives.

Thursday, October 08, 2015

The Menagerie of Social Media. Voyeurism of the Sick and the Damned.

It is interesting that many recovering addicts I know are also the most eager to convict and judge the addicts posted in the media. It is as if they rationalize that because they are not using, that somehow that makes them different or "better", that if those still out there just "got it", then somehow they will change. No one ever "got it". You were kicked in the teeth repeatedly by family, friends, neighbors, courts, counselors, P.O.'s mental health professionals and your pets until it finally penetrated past the sincere delusion and you became aware that you might have a problem. For those of you with under ten years who think you are special, you are still at about a 50% probability of dying using. The next time you see a picture of some addict, usually ridiculed or posted for shock value, ask the questions "Do we do that to other illnesses?" Do we make them objects? Do we post pictures of lepers? Treat other illnesses as some sort of chamber of horrors menagerie? The odd thing is most of the crimes are petty. Theft. Some kind of low level fraud. Nothing even in remote comparison to what the bankers did in 2007-2008, or what the politicians did in starting the Irag War and torturing, maiming and killing people all to control oil for profits. We don't post pictures of Rumsfeld or the psychologist cum-psychopathic-monster James Elmer Mitchell, now retired on your tax dime, who designed the torture "program" and now lives in a Florida mansion. But you do post pictures of some poor addict looking disease ridden who's been busted for shoplifting a bag of potato chips, a truly dangerous crime against humanity. It is as if the surviving victims of the plague beat the ill for being sick screaming "devil be gone". It is an odd relationship.

Saturday, September 12, 2015


The Full Throttle Saloon in Sturgis burns to the ground. And of course, truly reflecting the intelligence and depth of U.S. culture, the comments of grief rival those as if the Hermitage in St. Petersburg has burned, Stonehenge was destroyed by a meteor and Monk's Mound at Cahokia was swallowed by an earthquake. It was a tavern. In a small town. On land from the Treaty of Fort Laramie long since stolen. Named after a General whose central claim to fame was leading a modern, well equipped military column on a half continent wide chase of Natives defending the women and children they had with them. Popular because culture-less descendants of colonist Americans who can be sold anything, convinced to play dress up like extra's from the Al Pacino movie Cruising,revving 1930's technology motorcycles like 15 year olds, go there to drink crappy beer in overpriced costumes designed to extract as much of their earnings as possible and give an identity to their empty, meaningless lives by wearing a giant corporate advertisement and yelling "freedom".