Tag Archives: government

Fear of the Huddled Masses

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”. “We the people….”.
I could fill a book with patriotic phases, but that’s not my purpose. I am an American. I am a Veteran. I am a Christian. I am a Georgian. I am these things by choice, I’m other things also, but those choices weren’t the best ideas.

I read where some folks want me to be white. Some for unity others for divisive purposes. I didn’t chose this and don’t consider it a defining characteristic. Some would say I can’t chose to not be “white”, it’s a “privilege” I was born with. I don’t play that game and make no excuses or advantage for who I am. I wasn’t raised like that, and I was raised in the segregated north. The one where a few charismatic “civil rights” narcissists created a plastic legacy on the backs of a few good men of different colors. Yeah, I said it.

Some would say I’m a convict. That was the bad choice. I’ll live with the scars of that choice, but that label is yours. I’m an honest man who made a dishonest choice and the consequences are a life sentence for me and others, but don’t get it twisted dude, it’s safer for everyone involved if folks heal, understand, and move on, together or separately. You don’t want a society of folks living in the past, trust me.

Some folks would call me a misogynist. I don’t have no androcentric view of the world. Most of the folks around me would call me courteous. That’s because I’ll carry the heavier grocery sack. I’ll open the door for another person. I’ll compliment an attractive woman. I don’t focus on my strength or a woman’s femininity to bolster a masculine view for myself. I like woman who like men and men that like woman. If you don’t that’s cool, I’ll still open the door for you and greet you.

Some folks would call me poor. I don’t have a lot of possessions or any aspirations to be what some folks consider rich. I do have folks that love me. I do love the folks in my circle. My idea of wealthy would be a good days work with my “old lady”, a long lunch laughing and kissing, followed by a dinner with an unexpected guest who overstays their welcome. No bills would be good, but we’ll make do.

I am an intelligent man. I can think, research, and teach myself like a good mechanic can keep an old car hummin. I ain’t fooled by titles or degrees, I’m a grown man. Those things have a purpose that’s largely designed to stratify society; they’re not an indication of leadership, morality, or intellect. For those of you smart enough to be uncomfortable in that strata, you can go it alone, in the end being a happy person helps more folks than any position or degree.

There are many “things” people could, and do, call me or classify me as. You may feel this way also. Just think for a minute as to why you’re being put into a particular box. Your life is divided up into a dichotomy of madness by folks you don’t know for purposes you don’t care for or benefit from.

Ask yourself why folks are so interested in your failures and successes, then look at who’s really trying to gain an advantage by segregating you from yourself and others. Once it’s obvious you can close the door on ignorance and get back to the table with folks who just want to share a meal and a laugh until the next visit.

You may be wondering about the huddled masses and we the people and how that fits in this rant. Well those statements and many others established in America are not androcentric. These statements were made by men who saw people through the prism of a cracked European heritage. They overcame that legacy intellectually even when they were unable to do so in their own lives in some cases. But they passed on in writing what was right.

They gathered at tables and on benches around the country and came to the same conclusion. Folks need to be free to live their lives as they chose as long as it doesn’t oppress someone else. They would be appalled at the dysfunctional dichotomy that folks have created to divide us. They would scratch their heads at the notion that “multiculturalism” would be considered a path to unite Americans.

They would be disappointed that Christians groveled to outside influence and question God rather than continuing to pray an act in the spirit of James. They would be angered that atheist have a voice in our morality with the history they have buried underneath false philosophical premises.

None of these folks want to sit around and talk. Technology has enabled us to communicate at a level we’re still not mature enough to understand. It’s a whole different game when you sit across the table from the person you’re talking to, and the folks who are dividing you understand that. They don’t like tables and porches, they hide in closets with a desk.

Advertisements

Healthcare Hustle

I’m hating all this healthcare noise dude.

It’s all a lie to prop up an industry. We know that don’t work. Subsidies sunk the automotive industry, mortgage industry, real estate, and now we’re seeing an end of the insurance industry that props up the healthcare industry. Subsidies basically mean I have a great idea that won’t really work, but will make a bunch of people happy as long as you pay for it.

Healthcare funding is really evil. These folks create a sliding scale of health that is akin to niches like the automotive industry. Say you get an error code for emissions and the mechanic tells you it could be a sensor. You replace the sensor and find out your gas cap is not tightened.

Same thing with fibromyalgia. You get told it could be arthritis but the rheumatologist won’t see you because really it is a psychological issue. You get told it could be nerve pain, but the neurologist tells you your synapses fire fine. Now we venture into the sliding scale of autoimmune up to and including MS. So now you’ve been poked and shocked to the point your pain meds have been quadrupled and you still haven’t visited the psychologist.

Now since we can’t find out what’s wrong with you we’ll diagnose you with fibromyalgia, give you meds for nerve pain and one for nociceptive pain to determine another origin. In the end it was psychogenic pain because your gas cap wasn’t on tight, so now you have another pill.

These designer conditions and syndromes invisibly supply addicts with dignity and a legal hustle that destroy families and communities under the guise of medical mysteries when we all “wink and nod” knowing the psychologist knows.

The hustles too deep though. It’s got the patient, the doctor, and the pharmacist locked up in a twisted dance of dollars and dysfunction that has whole families broke and confused while the Doctor and pharmacist tan, riding jet skies on the weekend at family vacation homes. Meanwhile family members scrape up dollars for noodles and cigarettes.

It’s so deep that those folks in Washington are declaring a war on the drugs that are subsidizing their salaries. It really ain’t just drugs though. Them asshats try to hang Ronald McDonald from the arches because there are too many motorized shopping carts in the grocery store. Or the tired ass parent conspiring with a school teacher to medicate little Johnny, then talk about how he don’t like to eat, feigning worry about his weight.

Now they all have support groups. So if you get a condition or syndrome there ain’t no definitive medical diagnosis for like ADHD or fibromyalgia you can join an on line group, order colored t shirts and ribbons, and walk around a track aimlessly together once a year raising money to fund research into creating your medical mystery.

It’s ludicrous because you can’t even question the hustle without seeming like your evil. Folks get territorial when it comes to their addictions. You start to tell folks that the hustles over you’ll have anarchy.

I mean, look around you for a minute. How many folks do you know who are on some kind of medicine. It’s crazy. Either we’re suffering a mass extinction slowly devolving or we’re becoming collectively crazy and would rather medicate something or someone than deal with them or it.

All I know is that some signs are obvious. I don’t care personally if you shop for a condition or syndrome. I don’t care if you hustle meds for cigarette money. I don’t care if you have grander plans for a check. Dude, I ain’t interested in the misery that comes for those few dollars. The process would give me PTSD. Just please don’t ask me to “wink and nod” with you. My eyes are drying out and I’ve got vertigo from shaking my head.

Garden of Tomorrow

Don’t mistake me for the workin man
I ain’t down with wages and death
I’m not following another mans plan

You fell for the dream
Cause they caught you sleeping
And you bought the farm

Now you’re afraid to awaken
To the reality
Of what has been taken

You’ve swallowed a lie
And refused to hack
It was easier to follow
Another mans track

Now you look sideways at your prodigy
Wonder when they’ll realize
You’re a sleep walker
Traveling as a man in disguise

All those dollars you paid to a lie
You saw a doctor, who saw a dollar
Now you’re sick a tired
In a medicinal stupor

You forfeited youth
For a lie
And your dignity
Was your high

You’re the American way
Just short of truth
And captured by the day

I know you had that moment,
That moment where the reality superseded the dream
And you looked around at all you’ve collected that’s turned gray and sags with the weight of years and ignorance. Then you were vested in futility.

Suddenly the guy who has nothing redefined wealth and you’re bankrupt by all accounts. You had no sense of what is more,
or less sad.

I see you, I hear you shuffling
Down creaky hallways mumbling
About “back in the day”
When you were weak stumbling
Along behind another mans way

You never stood tall
Bowing down to fools
And applauding other men
Using you as a tool

I created dollars with my mind
Making sense with my hands
Looking after mine in kind
Sharing dirt and sifting sand

We grew strong folks like weeds
That don’t swallow lies for dollars
Or sell their legacy for another man’s pockets full of influence

Revolution will come one day
And all you’ve fabricated will return to green and dirt where you’ll rest
Eternally in the arms of a lie.

It will be our seed that flourishes
In the garden of tomorrow
You got too greedy, too consumed
With the rope we afforded you

Rant #1

Anarchy is poverty’s carrot at the end of the reins of lesser men who resent freedom. These little fucks out there don’t even understand they’re traditions are theater. Those hippies weren’t real. Them bitches were just looking for a reason not to do shit for a couple years. As soon as they grew up they put on their fucking tweed jackets and knee pads and learnt to say yup, that’s how yes came out when you had a mouthful of capitalism trying to say yes at the same time you swallowed a mouthful of oppression.

Yeah, it’s alright now. Just ignore those bastards out there having public tantrums over shit that ain’t none of us even able to feel. So we fake it like everyone else and put on polo shirts with stripes and put chains around our neck pretending we’re slaves to something other than our own egocentric existence, you need a switch motherfucker.

Man, I remember that dude crying about the music died. Bitch, you had no idea that American pie would taste like regurgitated plastic black beans and rice that’s floated in the gulf for 70 years. Then you have the audacity to bring out those tired motherfuckers who hid in the trailers of yuppies and sang cartoon songs for a living so boomer never felt left out as he aged.

You run around being cool with that blunt in your ashtray. You fake little bitch. You don’t know what dope is. You fuck around smoking anything you can put in a pipe and try and make that shit a career. Then you find yourself arm in arm headed into Walmart with some bitch wearing size 12 stretch pants straining under a t-shirt with a set of Mick Jaggers lips splattered across her fat ass chest. You and your dented up Honda with speakers in it that cost more than the damn car did blowing some fake ass mixed shit. Fuck you and your Walmart video.

The shit don’t stop. Even these retro living geeks with fake muscle cars that drive to plastic cubicles where they’re filled with photos of some poseurs at a plastic campsite surrounded by bug repellant and the hum of a generator charging the C-pap machine inside the RV so he don’t fall asleep driving back to his tortured life.

And you folks out there labeling your world for your obsessive compulsive comfort. Keep us out of your box. You crayon box life is infantile. I ain’t white bitch. I’m me motherfucker. And I don’t color no more. So take your red, white, and black crayons and melt them down into a candle you can burn at the next mock vigil for the “homie” you didn’t ever even talk to.

Protest my ass. You little pricks spend your weekends starting shit believing your righteous. Your a dumbass who don’t even understand who your producer is. Them motherfuckers been starting shit for decades in the background. You think your waving a sign for justice, you just didn’t read the back of the sign like that juvenile middle school tactic of taping a kick me sign on the back of the weakest kid. That’s you bitch, and those progressive puppet masters got you on a string you can’t see in a play your so focused on your part you forgot you were on stage. Wake up bitch.

I’m sick of hearing about football players with retro hair do’s whining about a job. Fuck him. He quit a job and is still gettin paid for it. If yo ass was good enough you could have overcome being a dumbshit who was duped by some Muslim pussy that had an IED in it, you were the I ED, immature educated dumbass. OJ could get hired by the Patriots before you could get picked up by the Browns. Stupid fuck, go back and listen to the dad talk about woman and relationships.

All this shit about “22 a day”, PTSD, and veterans before illegals got my ass going to. Bitch, you must think we’re stupid. Cause your the same motherfucker who posts about millions of trained veterans on standby. Go look at the data for which vets are killing themselves tell me more about your sneaky ass motives. PTSD ain’t nothing new murtherfuckers. Beaten housewives been dealing with it for years. You ain’t got PTSD if your ass was in Quatar handing out towels at an MWR pool and had to watch a video of your old lady giving birth to your first born poseur.
And your so fucking stupid that you don’t understand that when you post about vets before illegals your talking about dependents also. Mexicans and Mexican Americans got a solid rep for steppin up and many of the folks they left behind ain’t legal. Not to mention the numbers of undocumented German and Korean spouses who were dumped by their piece of shit old man for a Hood rat when they got stateside. Quit trying to network the broken so you can have a career when they privatize VA. You ain’t slick bitch!

We gotta bring the schoolyard bully back. Not the little bitch Ya’all know who runs around talking about folks and starting shit trying to make folks feel bad about theirselves. I want the motberfucker who kicked the shit out of that little mouthpiece and taught him or her to stay in their lane.

I’m so sick of the monument morons who bounce around the country looking for the county with the lowest IQ to come in and divide. They hand out Tiki torches and vagina hats , then shout “Are you ready to rumble?” In their best WWE voice. If you’re so stupid you can’t see what’s up with the folks moving into your town and finding a couple dumbasses to help stir shit up; you might be a ……!

I don’t care about these white supremacist asshats either. They’re not even a threat, unless you run a porn shop that sells beer, leather nazi hats, and riding crops. Who takes anyone serious that meet in old garages with flags on the wall, bitch, you need to put your crayons away and get a fuckin tan.

I’m done for now. I hope I didn’t offend anyone, but if I did, fuck you to. It’s time to be real and stop looking like the jester on the national scene. I mean really, other folks are looking at us and thinking we’re the leaders of the intellectually challenged world order.

We need to silence these little bastard who are pitting the dumbasses within our country against each other to further their political game. White and black supremacist, genderist, feminist, separatist, all the “ist’s” are obviously still believing the progressive movement is on their side. Wake up, they’ve been using you for decades and leaving you no better than before you met them. How long are you gonna get fucked before you expect a kiss!!!!

Peace out!!!

Thoughts on truth and knowledge

Every stroke of the pen brings me closer to the realization that thought is the pathway to all peace. The rigors of survival require ingenuity and fortitude. The constant nature of thought within empty spaces of freedom, untethered to the directed realization that thrive on mutual ignorance, protect us from disaster.

It’s alone where ideas are bold and independent. Consensus is for the weak. To dilute your thought with the intention of others is to rob the world of truth. This is not to say we should reject or dismiss the value of opinion; we shouldn’t concern ourselves with the response to our thought. Great thoughts are validated by time.

Boldness is not a character reserved for the warrior. The thinking man must attack his ideas with the same doggedness as an individual in a life and death battle. These warriors, of words or war, don’t protect their victories or care how they survived, they move on to the next battle with their lessons in hand.

We, citizens of the world, are in a battle with no armor or weapons. There’s a war being waged against our philosophical sense like none in history. An organized offensive that challenges our base of knowledge using opinion and persuasion to attack and infiltrate our sense of what it means to be human, spiritual, and patriotic. They wish to define your thought, direct your thought for their own financial and philosophical profit.

This is the critical hour for critical thinking. We need an Army of thinkers to launch a barrage of thought onto a field of dreamers. Wake up the sense of the common man against the well funded army of idiots using entertainment as a research laboratory for imaginary subjects creating imaginary truths.

Truth stems from reality, not vice versa. Only those brazen enough to blind the masses believe otherwise. Reality doesn’t change and truth relies on this priori path of circular enlightenment. Questioning truth is fundamental. Validating those questions leads to knowledge. However, the question is where the work begins, and just because you have an answer doesn’t mean you have a truth.

The warriors who hold truth must continue to rule while the dreamers challenge reality. It can’t be the opposite or compromise. It must be the rigors of true knowledge that lead us. This does not mean we stifle thought like an oppressive beast of ignorance. Free thought has value, like speculation, or fantasy.

I’m looking for those stalwart minds that stand firm on the grounds of truths. Those minds that evaluate consensus and speak up for realities within the truths of our times. Too many minds have been computerized into submission. Merely aping responses without thought are the fortitude to test what they’ve regurgitated.

We are a world within ourselves capable of creating within the constructs of our environment. We are capable of hypothesizing possibilities within and outside of these constructs. We are capable of destruction as well as construction if we lack the adherence to basic principles as protections from dreamers and mad men.

There are a myriad of examples of great thinkers whom we learned much from. However, if we would have followed them into the path of illusion we surely would live in a crueler world, Nietzsche comes to mind.

There are great ways to think and great thoughts. There are simple ways of thinking and simple thoughts. We can learn from each of these if knowledge and truth are our honest pursuits. You are what you think so protect your senses with a heart towards humanity.

Death of The American

A man not clear in his faith is not clear in his thoughts. Either you are or your not, faithful. About what may matter less than an indecisive mind about your own persona. A man in the middle has two masters ruling his existence.

Creeds, oaths, and constitutions are facades for men with a weaker continence. An American was never intended to be part of a government, quite the contrary, a government was meant to be part of a man to protect the interests of those with which he communes.

Throughout his life, an American, uses his time to protect his life and liberty. Neither are afforded by any other man or entity. He develops his strength physically, mentally, and intellectually as to provide for his interests and the interest of those with whom he communes.

A free man stands alone with allegiance to principles, not people or governments. He may have to bear faith and allegiance to an ideal bigger than himself at times to protect his liberty, but his principles do not change, and in the absence of threat he returns his allegiance to himself and his interests. This is the point of the word “bear” in the oath a soldier takes. He must endure the subjugation of his liberty for a time as to protect the greater interest of his liberty. This is a temporary state within the life of an American.

I hear “let freedom ring!” I see pristine flags wisping in the winds of time. I watch parades and ceremonies where Americans glorify the deeds of our Nation. What I don’t see is liberty and independence. I see dependence and authority established without resistance.

Americans calling for more laws while stripping the independent man of his liberty. Americans dividing over resources they didn’t sweat for provided by politicians who own nothing but a plastic title. I see leadership redefined for those weaker men to be considered consensus. I hear lies that Americans ignore for a larger piece of a pie that’s been sitting in the window sill way to long to be edible. I feel we’re lost.

We’ve been so far removed from what it means to be an American weaker men have diluted liberty and independence to compromise and control. We were never intended to be ruled. Read the documents. Pay attention to the language. Understand liberty, understand independence, comprehend the nuances of phrases like “bear true faith and allegiance, these are temporary states of being that have rode the lie of pride into a subjugated existence that’s portrayed as free, you’re not free, wake up.

I bear what dealings I have with institutions like government for the greater good of my interests and the interests of those I love. I bore truth faith and allegiance throughout a career in the military. I sacrificed freedom, therefore I understand that’s over. My allegiance is to my interests now and benefit citizens I’ll never meet or shake hands with, I am no longer my government.

We are in a war within that most cannot see. This war, if lost, will compromise all that it means to be American. I’m not speaking about being patriotic, I’m speaking of independence. I’m not speaking of pride, I’m speaking of respect. I’m not speaking of unity, I’m speaking of liberty. If we remember and understand what it means to be an American and act as such, this will provide for the common defense.

Americans were never meant to be a government, a religion, a party or race. We were meant to be independent folks who cared enough about our liberty and independence that at times we would sacrifice those principles for our greater good, then return home with our allegiance to our own endeavors.

We are in danger. Too many of us are governed by weaker men with goals other than our independence and liberty. They can’t give us liberty, it’s ours inalienably. They can’t give us independence, it’s our heritage. They can’t give us freedom, only take it, and this has been the path for far too long. Stand up alone, be proud of yourself, and let no man govern you into a subjugated state of illusion!

American Spirit

I was looking through my social media early one morning and was reminded how special the American spirit is to the world. This is a weekend for reflection to many, and as I reflect, I’m reminded how this spirit survives despite America’s government. The separation is clear.

I see the disconnect in the millions of heartfelt messages from folks about our service members who sacrificed all. Many of these messages are from folks who don’t know the pain of this loss personally, but empathize with those that do. We remember the WW11 widow who went on to make a new life with her scrapbook of memories of a love only dreamt, because no one gets left behind.

I read the anecdotes from a friend in Honduras sad about leaving friends behind to return home. I see photo’s of smiling men laboring to improve learning and living conditions for folks thousands of miles away. I feel the American spirit in their photos.

I see young soldiers with backpacks full of miniature flags walking rows of white headstones placing each one with the care of a loved one. I imagine in his mind the glory he dreamt of how each patriot found his home there.

I read about young folks just starting their journey in life upon graduating from 15 years of security and learning. I’ve watched them over the years clean houses and yards for older folks less fortunate. I’ve watched them build structures to lighten the burden for those less physically fortunate. I see the American spirit.

I see photos of babies. Some in hospitals and some taking the first step in a family video. As I read the comments I feel the pain and joy of folks distant or near as the empathize or celebrate with the parents joy or sorrow.

I’ve read the stories of Europe being attacked and the heartfelt comments from Americans who desperately want to ease the pain of someone they can’t even imagine, or might not have even liked. I see the cover photos superimposed with foreign flags in solidarity with folks they will never know.

I see my neighbors cutting each other’s grass. I see the person at the cash register receive change from the cashier because they were a few cents short. I see the folks on the side of the road laughing and joking as they change a flat tire. I read on yard sake sites of mothers giving away baby clothes that no longer fit to anyone who might need them. Everywhere I look I see the American spirit.

There are folks outside and within our country that would have you believe being American is something evil. They’ll point to political figures. They’ll try and convince you that lies and deceit are the coin of our realm. Hell, they’ll even try to convince you we’re responsible for the Christian crusades if you listen long enough. Some of these accusation are truths and half truths of our government, but they aren’t part of the American spirit.

Take time to really reflect this weekend, folks died for this holiday. They died for you before your parents were born. They died before they had children or families of their own. Don’t feel bad about barbecuing, or swimming, or having too many beers with your friends. This was part of why they put theirselves in harms way.

But…. Remember that when the weekend is over they would expect that you would share some old clothes with someone less fortunate. They would expect that you would help out the neighbor who can’t cut their grass. They would expect you support or travel somewhere far away to help out folks in need. They would expect you share a kind word with someone, on line or face to face with a hug.

Trust me when I tell you they knew about the disconnect with the government. They lived and died with it. They worked within it with hopes to change it. They could spot an idiot a mile away. They also understood we aren’t our government, hence; “We the people in order to form a more perfect union….. Remember all the way back to that revolutionary soldier who passed on for you to grill with a machine he could never imagine.

Remember Freedom and goodwill are alive today for your to carry forward. It’s a legacy left to us. I’m encouraged that every second of every day their sacrifices are living and breathing in our efforts to be a better neighbor around the world.