I sit in the evening on the tailgate of my little Toyota an hour after sunset
... contemplating resistance ... armed with my trusty air rifle ... pockets full of bb’s and bird shot ... and a hope that if I have to shoot someone I’ll at least hit then in the eye.
Who? Hell, I don't know. Not who nor when, But --- something's happening here.
Any attempt to usurp power will lead to civil resistance in one form or another. Maybe government agents coming ?
--- sent on errands about which I have no comprehension.
Worse … maybe civil warriors supporting a resistance that takes no prisoners! I am known to activists like that who might assume my solidarity and will come to me
fleeing ... one the run
and I, like Zhivago will be drafted into someone's rebel army
... joining not THE FIGHT ... but THEIR VERSION OF THE FIGHT.
If I say NO!, some semi-armed semi-intelligent mob on my door step … with guns and proclaiming the Second Amendment … says -
"Give us all your assets! We claim them in the name of the people!
Down with the government! Impeach them all - legally or otherwise!"
Maybe my bb-gun will stop them … well, at least one or two of them,
whoever they are or will be.
The Cheney-ites pushing for new Guantanamoes on the mainland.
Rumored concentration camps the government builds to protect me from ‘THEM’ – whoever THEM is ... it’s said that Glen Beck knows who THEM is.
THEM are the one's who will follow us home if we leave.
According to $$ fear mongers $$ who aren't really $$ thinking about $$ THEM.
They're thinking about $$ … me … and you
and anybody willing to speak up … or hunker down
who dares them to take us out. I wonder ... martial law is still in the legal maneuver stage and resistance is still in the talk-about-it stage.
An owl hoots; somewhere off to the left I can hear crickets. Out on the highway lights trickle by from both directions ... chasing their damn errands … contemplating nothing more than the next curve and cruise control and whatever is blaring from a device.
For all I know some Pentagon crack stealth team or NSA crack eavesdropping machine is out there
… watching or listening ... in their best Homeland Security style.
Cause people like me who pop off might be threats.
"Homeland?" …. Did they originally call it that as a code word for all neo-nazified agitators who hearken back to the original Fuhrer and his ranting radio talk?
Course then I'm just a conspiracy nut; paranoid and headed for somebody's formal loony bin cause I see enemies where only well-meaning patriots plot my well-being. Cause I'm still a voter who could vote with the wrong party.
Time was you could raise a reporter's eyebrows with talk of plots and corruptions,
lies and liars, fanatics and ideologues. Not any more.
Now you can oppose only liars, fanatics and ideologues defined by corporate HQ.
It’s damn amazing how $$ has proven more powerful than Machiavelli.
We’ve lost our publishing sentinels not because the government threatened them, but because $$ beckoned
The loss of being "on the inside" scared the hell out of them. As if being on the inside with a mafia don who could willingly snuff out your life on a whim, - "Nothing personal, just business." - is safer than safeguarding folks who would really fight for you.
Coping with news we can't trust, we have polarized ourselves even more.
We’ve sat hypnotized, propagandized and mindlessly entertained
by the most shallow broadcast quality ever offered.
We worry about acid reflux, hair restoration techniques, pills that let us breathe while we mow the lawn ... and hard-on pills that promise and dare us
to risk 36-hour boners.
How could we focus on more serious stuff?
Throw in the born-again foolishness of the dumbed-down religious blowhards.
It’s easy to realize just how long we the people have been ripe for the picking.
So many dang problems - probably too many to solve and way too late to avoid disaster. 8 years of a fool for a president, corporate-republican political sheep
too intimidated, too greedy and too afraid to step out of line;
opposed by a pitiful party that even with a majoirty has even fewer elected members
with spines made of something other than tofu.
They don’t have "the votes" yet.
Not all the resistance lights are green.only a few.
Some are still frightfully red. The ability to compromise
became an overrated and overstated virtue following the last three elections.
Repuglicans knew it ... but Demo’s sure as hell couldn’t see it. Now there is no such thing as checks and balances,
no such thing as three separate branches of government.
Just wait until some fool wants to pass some kind of “In God We Trust” amendment. There’ll be no such thing as separation of church and state.
Theocracy is armed and ready.
Idiots are going to engage us in an endless war with every Middle Eastern Nation except Israel, ... who sits there laughing. Because thats what our fools want
... not to protect us, but because they want the chaos. It serves their purposes.
Like the ignorant bully in the school yard … engaged in trying to intimidate
the rest of the playground when all the other kids know the truth
and aren’t afraid.
The Euro will triumph aided and abetted by the Yuan
and will replace the dollar as the global standard
and the fools can’t do anything about it - or perhaps don't give a damn.
So what's coming down the pike? I don't think very many are beyond classic denial ... and won't understand at the very moment when suddenly the 1st Amendment
is no more. by mere pretext we will all be forced to shut the f*** up.
The young, the restless; the pretend sophisticators are in denial.
They believe few of my old veteran worries. These are the same folks who honestly plan for a future that began to fade in November 2001
... when the fake conservatives posing as Republicans got their wettest dream; a built-in excuse to start l bullying and scheming to get their way ... and their dollars. "Yep," take away our way of doing business .. the old fashioned way.
And finally this from Oliver Lange who wrote it in 1971:
“… the deeper shock, then was not that we lost, but that we lost with such ease, with an effortlessness that approached divine imperturbability. In terms of image, the world was present with the Statue of Liberty, not as an inviolate emblem but as a vacuously grinning old whore, who after a token assault was debauched and then rolled docilely in the hay.
We proved the lie, were served up with a gagging portion of our vintage distillation of apocalyptic horseshit – all the narcissistic swill about indomitable spirit, invincibility, courage and nobility of purpose – and demonstrated once and for all to those who looked on with interest a fact long suspected:
that this nation, through a self-administered indoctrination of spurious righteousness, larded with the false rewards of superfluous luxury, had at last achieved the tractable malleable – let’s face it, SPINELESS – people to walk the face of the Earth.” – Oliver Lange, Vandenberg, 1971