Nostra-dumb-ass

A few months ago I predicted, as soon as the Republicans gained back some power, the oil industry would hike gas prices. The start of a new year requires new predictions. In the two years after the eight years of redistribution of wealth to the super wealthy, the economy started to come back on line. Eight years of economic rape and pillage cannot be corrected in a short time so naturally the voters, with the attention spans of gnats, elected to be represented again by the rape and pillagers.

These minions of the fat cats have decided the most important thing they can do for the country is defeat Obama in 2012. This means to undo any program Obama and the Democrats enacted. On to the predictions. Higher and higher gas prices to strangle any growth. Death by monetary starvation to the health care bill. The death of a thousand surgical cuts so to speak. Job stagnation blamed on the Democrats even though it is Republican businessmen shipping all the American jobs to China. Government shut downs due to the Tea Nut-baggers. Racism comes more to the fore front driven by certain radio and television network personalities. Stupid becomes the new smart. Lies become the new truths. Disrespect becomes the new courage. The everyman American gnats will cling to the rotten conservative fruit.

Merry Christmas

As the little Fat Cat Saboteur floated erratically to the ground, his beady eyes never spotted the unexpected welcome committee waiting there to great him. It seems a dumpster fed Polar Bear had watched his slow descent. This bear was used to greasy, fatty, spoiled, fast food that he scavenged from the dumpsters of the oil companies, that ravaged his land. He gobbled the slimy airborne morsel with one bite, and then flossed his teeth with it's Chinese parachute.

This meal proved to be the bears undoing. First he became bloated and then had a tremendous bout of flatulence. Soon after, stricken with terrible cramps, he died. The bears digestive system couldn't handle the foul twisted bite of bagger. His bowls closed up tighter than a billionaires wallet. Even though the bears heroic deed went un-noticed by mankind, his sacrifice permitted the continuation of giving freely from the heart without thought of personal gain. Christmas was saved by the blocked bowels of a dumpster dependent polar bear nicknamed Tiny Tim.

God Bless us all.

OPERATION: Santa to Satan

The scheme was classic Fat Cat diabolical. Into the midst of a perfectly content work force populace, you drop a piece of rotten fruit to infect the whole barrel. Let the seeds of distention mutate and distort the placid harmony. If the elves had health care tell them they would have more money in their paychecks if they went without it. Point out how Santa got all the glory while they remained anonymous. Maybe the elf working next to them didn't follow the same religion or sports team or worse yet, was a demon-o-crat. It would be easy. It worked so well with everyman. Sure in the war against everyman, the mind destroying media and stupid machine were powerful weapons but you had to start somewhere. The plot was formed, the operative was schooled and ready. It was now time for operation Santa to Satan. Geronimo.

(to be continued...)

Headquarters

"Tea Party headquarters, head bag speaking..Yes sir Mr. Averice, we can surely infiltrate Santa's workshop. We'll do it in the same way we infiltrated the American peoples psyche. We look so old and innocent, no one suspects we are taking over. What's that sir? Do we have someone small enough to pass as an elf.... Most of us in the party can either pass as elves or mummies. In fact, I have the perfect candidate in mind. He's standing, I think , right next to my desk. Yes sir, the goal will be to disrupt Santa's workshop and make it a capitalistic ideal. We have to sow the seeds of dissension amongst those happy go lucky pinko elves and make them see that profit is the only true motive. Yes sir, I'll get right on it. There are only so many shopping days left....

(to be continued)

Santa is a Socialist

One cold December day the Fat Cats gathered to discuss their favorite topic, money. They all realized the holiday season would line their pockets once again. But there was a cool December wind blowing amongst the greedy elite. The image of Santa Claus sat heavily on their minds. Santa Claus was truly the antithesis of the Fat Cat way of life. He gave to the poor without asking for renumeration. Why Santa was the ultimate socialist. His status as a jolly giver of gifts would have to be destroyed. He should be replaced by a more fitting symbol. A symbol that spoke clearly of capitalism. Several ideas were run up the flagpole to see who saluted. How about Rudolph the red-nosed retailer or Shelly the shopping elf. No one saluted. How about we just use our media to point out only the religious connotations? Naw, been done already. First, said the head cat, we need to get one of our spies into Santa's workshop and disrupt his operation. Call tea part headquarters.....(to be continued)....

Lemmings Over the Edge

I never realized before I started this blog, thepattern that is constantly repeated enabling Fat Catas to stay being Fat Cats. The Fat Cats of this country create a crisis. They create the crisis. Then they blame everybody but themselves for the problem. The crisis is always one that will make the Fat Cat richer. Whether it is the oil famine swine flue or housing scandals. They always profit. The oil companies now are totally destroying the environment with hydrolic fracture drilling. This is done under the mantra of oil independence from foreigners. The very foreigners they are partners with. The swine flue non-epidemic reaped millions for vaccine companies. And lets not even go where the bankers went. how is this possible? It is possible because the American public by and large is lazy and stupid. They love believing the outright lies and distortions told by the Fat Cat media. Wait till you see the next cliff the Fat Cat pied pipers are about to lead us over. You just know it will be a doozey.

Profits Prophet

As a Fat Cat, my fellow feline plunderers, my greatest concern is the law of diminishing returns. At some point in the near future we will have pillaged everything possible. We've ruined the land with our hydrolic fracture drilling. We've befouled the air with soot and carcinogens. The food supply is contaminated by de-regulation. War has been a gold mine for us but everyman grows weary of it. Heaven knows none of us chicken hawk Fat Cats would ever let our kids on enlist. The sea is filled with oil sludge. Fat Cats everywhere have bought up water rights. Turnpikes and utilities are now in our hands. We've sent every job possible to China, India, and even Vietnam. Soon everyman won't have anymore money we can take from him. IF everyman can't afford the fast food that he makes, what then? Pitting them against one another has gotten us this far, but what next? Maybe we should be looking at a way to feed the homeless to the hungry. I'm sure we can turn a profit with that.

Inception Conception

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a small group of discontented felines. These cats lived in grand houses in the nicest part of town. They had plenty to eat and drink. They were warm in winter and cool in summer. Something was wrong though. Even having the finest life had to offer wasn't enough. They wanted more. But more what? They met at each others houses once a week to discuss the problem. They looked hard at the world around them. Why everyman seemed to be content and happy. Everyman had a secure job, healthcare, his utilities and gasoline were affordable and he had a pension when he retired. This would not do. The Fat Cats were envious. They would have to ruin everything so only they could enjoy life. Now being cats they knew that toying with your prey before killing it was the most fun. So they hatched a plan based on their own principals. They would get everyman to turn on himself. Even in the purest everyman there are hidden dark spots. Little taints on his soul. It was simple really.

Greed was one of these taints. Everyman liked money just like the Fat Cats. Just float a rumor that his money is to be re-distributed to less fortunate every men. This would anger most everyman. Not all though, so how about prejudice against the everyman who was in someway not like you. The cats had to be careful with this ploy and would have to disguise the tactic with code words and phrases. The cats knew they would have to convince everyman that only the cats new how to rule properly. Only the cats new how to create jobs. Jobs they would then dismantle and send overseas. How do you get these messages out? The cats knew they would have to create a huge stupid machine and use it to get everyman to vote against his own self interests. They hit upon something that had been in place for a long time. Radio and television the grand reducers of mental prowess. People didn't read anymore they just absorbed. Perfect! Repeat lies enough times and suddenly everyman is consuming his brothers.

Happy Thanks-taking

As Fat Cats sit down to Thanksgiving, the head feline rises to give the invocation:

"Let us bow our heads and give thanks. Thank you for our television and radio stations that allow us to fool everyman into voting against his own self interests. Thank you for our paid for scientists who refute global warming. Thank you hydrolic fracture drilling that allows us to reap more oil profits while ruining the environment. Thank you for reality television that mesmerizes everyman into a coma like state. Thank you for letting us privatize everything. Thank you for letting us make taxes the dirty word it has now become. Thank you for letting everyman see that those in need, who are less fortunate than him, are not worthy of help. Finally, thank you for the power of greed because it really, for a lack of a better term, is great."

Orange you Glad

People of earth we are the mighty Venusians. We ask your help in re-capturing one of our most dangerous escaped mental patients. We believe he has managed to infiltrate himself into one of your branches of government. We will project an image of him through your primitive broadcast medium you call television. He should be easy to recognize. He is orange in color. The expression on his face is one that earthlings would say comes from landing on a stick. His expression never changes. The expression is genetic. He inherited it from his ancestor Anus Pucker. His prone to fits of self righteous indignation over any trivial matter. He cries a great deal. Don't be fooled by this display. On Venus, he cries right before he pounces on and devours those less fortunate then himself. Do not try to apprehend him. If he is spotted he will seek out those groups who agree with him and hide by trying to blend in.

The Fat Thin Career

Watching television one has to wonder how many washed up so-called celebrities have made a career out of pigging out and then getting thin. These Fat Cats "literally" had too much money to begin with so as their stars faded they fried and breaded their sorrow and consumed it. Their minimal talent would not bring them fleeting fame again so the rest of us have to endure endless before and after photo's of them.

This is not just Fat Cat women, the washed up male athlete is also proud of his transformation. He struts his stuff like some French peacock from King Louie's court. This is all part of the lucrative binge and purge society the Fat Cat has created. If Fat Cats could figure out a way to make money on taking a dumpy, they would. Oh yea, they did. I forgot about all the yogurt and constipation commercials.

The Age of the Gas Bag

The land was relatively quiet. The sun was high in the light blue sky. Birds flew lazily in the warm air. Suddenly there came a hideous belching. The birds landed and huddled nervously in trees. The sun still proud in the sky didn't seem quite as bright. The belching spewed forth again and again. It seemed to be joined by other foul guttural eruptions. It was as if prehistoric beasts of the long dead past were filling the very air itself. Over the green but now darkening horizon came huge bloated shapes. They were floating in the gentle air, filling it with terrible sound and fury. As their shadows blotted out the sun, the sheep quivered nervously in the pasture. The farmers and the city folk came out and were mesmerized by the noises that curiously appealed to their inner-most darkside. Men and women who once stood for something were cowed into silence. Large groups of normally sane people were wearing funny hats with tea bags hanging from them. Fearsome overweight felines traveled the land. A new age had begun.

Global Warning

What a shell game we are playing with this planet. First we deny the exsistence of global warming. Then we pay some spurious scientists to support our claim. Finding out that most of the world doesn't believe us, we change the argument to job loss. You know the jobs we sent to China, Mexico, and my favorite Vietnam. When the American everyman has his doubts we tell them that even if we cut back on emissions, China, Mexico, and Vietnam won't. After all they are the major polluters, not us. We create the problem and blame someone else. This is just like the banking crisis, the oil spills, and the food poisoning outbreaks. We cause the problems through de-regulation, step back from power, let them try to clean up our mess, claim they are at fault and it costs too much, and then our mindless followers re-elect us. What a great country. Thank god for short attention spans and memory loss.

Now of course reality does come home to roost. We know we don't have much time left to exploit this planet. Soon it will be uninhabitable. Uninhabitable for everyman, not Fat Cats. Look at that superb shelter that one discount store magnates family built. It cost billions. Enough to provide health care for all their workers. This is the model we need to follow. Only the greedy survive.

Constriction Insurance

By watching TV what would you say is the most lucrative industry in America today?

Judge this strictly by watching commercials.

Isn't it obvious that the insurance industry controls the majority of wealth in this country? Not just health insurance, because they've been kinda hiding and trying not to be seen until their buddies regained power. They make so much money that they spend most of it trying to get you to switch from the insurance company you have to them. A lot of insurance is even mandated by state governments. Sweet deal. Absolutely force people to buy your product. Free market, yeah right.

Now back to health insurance. The stealth insurance of late. The people in power now are working to slowly strangle any health care reform. Just like a boa-constrictor. First the snake grabs the prey. Then it crushes the life out of it. Finally it swallows it whole. Insurance companies like cute animals in their ads. Maybe it's time for the boa to rear its head.

Balls

The time has come. This has to be the age of a new everyman. Like the Orc's in the Tolkien trilogy, the other side has become ever more diabolical. They have the money, the media, and the Neanderthals. Everyman has to find leaders like Harry Truman who never minced words. If a politician is afraid to be bloodied for his ideals then he needs to be cast aside. You passed health care reform. Shout it from the rooftops. You stimulated a dying economy. Let people know this was the right thing to do. Don't try to rationalize your points of view with political trolls. If someone disagrees violently with you, don't shrink like a violet behind conciliatory language. Swear, get in his or her face and let them know you don't represent Fat Cats. Use your media money wisely. Show the other side for what they are using their own actions. I still can't believe, with footage of Tea Party people spitting on congressmen and ridiculing the disabled, this wasn't used with devastating effect in a commercial saying is this the ideals you want in politics. Grow a set or hide under a rock.

Fortunes Told

The past, because everyman has refused to pay attention to it, is about to repeat itself. So let me gaze into my Chinese crystal ball and predict the short term future. This being the only future everyman is capable of noticing. We have once again, through obfuscation, taken control of one of the houses of power. What is our goal for the next two years? Gridlock lies and mis-direction. We will block government funding, say that it is the will of the American people, and then blame the other side of the aisle for it. As the insurance companies rejoice we will slowly strip the health care reform bill of any meaningful reform. Public education will gradually die of funding malnutrition. We will swell the ranks of our radical old fogey tea party by appealing to the worst in Americans. Our television and radio ministers of propaganda will pave the way for our total takeover in two years.

What has made all this possible? The very lack of will to fight back by our opponents. Instead of screaming back in our faces, that yes I voted for health care reform and I'm proud of it, they let us spit on them and throw dollar bills at the disabled. Americans like fighters not wimps who fall back on intelligent arguments and logic.

The consensus is that the Neanderthal died out and Cro-Magnum or modern man took over. To refute that theory, all one has to do is attend a Tea Party Rally.

VICTORY

It is over.

We the Fat Cat ruling class have won.

In two years we will complete the stupid-a-fication of the rest of the American everyman and take total control.

We will charge whatever we want for whatever we want because we will own everything. Health insurance, medical care, gasoline, electricity, food, water, everything will be ours to make a profit on. Greed for lack of a better term is fabulous. I only hope we can find a way to charge for the very air that everyman breathes.

Get ready America, the Fat Cats are back with a vengeance.

Sound Off!

The worst quality of a lot of Americans is that they have the attention span of gnats. They are into instant gratification and can't remember what they had for lunch let alone what happened eight years ago. Now they have their own television and radio stations that spew out the notion that it's okay to hate anyone who doesn't agree with you. They love to equate opposing viewpoints with a dictator's policies. Really? It would seem to be the other way around. These amnesiac Americans are about to get the government they deserve. Too bad the rest of us are going to get it also.

Published in the Record Courier October 25, 2010

Fries with that?

You've just worked a crazy week standing on your feet feeding the public. You've had to put up with impatient customers and unsympathetic management. You get your only saving grace, for all the madness you had to endure; your pay envelope. You open it up and there with your pay is a little flyer telling you to vote a certain way or your economic future may be threatened. This seems to harken back to the days of the unchecked robber barons but it just happened at a national food franchise in Canton Ohio. This Fat Cat mentality, that because they have all the money, is really at the core of all the problems America has today. Greed drives the Fat Cats. The lure of what greed offers drive the Fat Cat wanna bee sheep.

The Fat Cats Prayer

My fellow brethren Fat Cats, Let us bow our heads and pray...

Our money who are in off shore tax shelters hallowed be thy interest. Thy Kingdom come, our will be done, on earth and any other place we can think of. Give us this day more than anyone else and forgive us for not trespassing on the rights of everyman, man whose very existence is a trespass against us, and lead us to more acquisitions of material goods.

Can I get an Amen.

Puzzled

As an everyman I would just like to ask how everymen everywhere are being turned into Fat Cat wanna-bees? Do you really believe that health insurance companies have your best interest at heart? Do you believe that it is better to provide the Chinese people with jobs rather than Americans? Is your belief system such that it finds all taxes totally evil? Do you actually think that you are going to be rich one day? What is driving you to vote against your own self interest? Is it some form of well hidden prejudice? It can't totally be greed because most everymen aren't rich. Do you find it soothing to embrace lies that play to your darkside views of humanity? Is it the fact that you listen to TV and radio station personalities that mimic and mock the disabled and disadvantaged? Do you think spitting on elected officials is a form of political expression? Please tell me...I'm totally baffled.

Carpay-Dum Dum

We as Fat Cats have seen the future. When we soon take power we must seize the opportunity that is being handed to us by the environmental tree-huggers. They want clean energy, we'll give them clean energy. They want electric cars, we'll give them the most expensive electric cars ever. First we make them feel guilty about using more coal fired electricity. They have a conscience, we don't. They are almost as easy to manipulate as our everyman sheep. Guilt a part of every religion is one hell of a toll.

The second part of the plan is the best. We have huge hamster wheel generators built in China. They must be large enough to accommodate an everyman. Then we cruise the homeless shelters and food kitchens. We offer the dregs of humanity a chance for a job and healthy meal of turnip soup. All they have to do is run inside the hamster wheel until our electric SUV's are charged. We have them sign a waver in case they die while running. We save the environment and reduce the population of everyman.

The Stupid Machine

Our new stupid ray has been working flawlessly. We just modify the frequency and broadcast it over our own television and radio stations. Soon the numbers of our mindless followers will be legion. The good thing is most of the people who tune in to hear our messages are already below average intelligence. Their brains are the soft clay which we mold in our bigoted, hate filled lies. They question nothing. They repeat our garbage verbatim. They will help us destroy every social program even if they benefit from them. Social security, medi-care, student loans, hot lunches for children...all gone. It has taken us years to finally get to this point. The law of the jungle is about to get center stage.

Only the rich survive.

Privatize or Else!

The Fat Cat mantra being chanted over and over is privatize.

It would seem that the Fat Cats want us to turn over everything to them so they can make a profit. Just like Enron in California, soon we will all be impoverished because businessmen took over. Look how well privatizing utilities and health care has worked out. Not everything should be for profit. No matter how we look at it, there is a class structure in America. The Fat Cat has always gravitated towards politics because that is where the real power is. He who controls the power controls the treasure. Don't be fooled by the Fat Cat's crocodile tears. He isn't really offended by being told he is a greedy creep. He laughs all the way to the bank.

LETTER TO THE EDITOR

Published in the Record Courier 10/17/2010

Recently in a rural area of Tennessee, a house caught fire. The fire department was called, the firemen came, and they watched the house burn down. It seems the homeowner didn’t pay his seventy five dollar fee to the fire department so they let his house burn and his pets die. This is the type of world the Tea Party wants you to accept. Privatize everything. Care only about yourself. If you can’t afford food, health insurance, or utilities… tough. You’re on your own. It would seem that to the Tea Party and Republicans in general, business is their church, money their only sacrament, and privatization their gospel. Don’t be fooled by their hymns of shall we cut all our taxes or I’m not giving a dime to save a wretch like you. Does anyone really believe that once everything is privatized America will be better off? Remember Enron? Do you think Social Security and Medicare are hands off to these people? Just because you shout it louder doesn’t make you right. Beware false prophets speaking the language of greed.

The Falling of Rome?

In ancient Rome, as the empire decayed, the Fat Cats would put on special events or declare holidays with wild attractions to keep everyman at bay. Animals were captured in huge numbers to fight to the death in the arena's. This was to keep everyman complacent. Everyman has his dark-side also, and it needs to be fed. Gladiators were honored as the sport stars of today are. To be a Fat Cat in ancient times you had to be able to exploit everymans every venal weakness. Sound familiar?

Today we have television and radio with which the Fat cat can corrupt everyman. They can promote their lies in an instant. In the the end, it wasn't just the water flowing through lead pipes that brought down the Romans, it was the Fat Cats love of excess.

Repeating the Past

It took us 8 years to ruin the country the last time, and now after 2 short years of them trying to undo the damage, we will regain power again. Our mindless sheep have swallowed hook, line, and sinker our lies and misdirection. I can't believe it is so easy to convince the sheep to vote against their own self-interest and vote in the crazies. We have a real batch of loonies set to go this time. Most of them believe the world is 10,000 years old and evolution is a myth. They're willing to create millions of jobs for the Chinese. They're ready to repeal health care reform. God I love this country. These sheep actually believe they will be upper class one day. As if that could every happen.

The Secret Code

Fat Cats have their own secret dictionary of terms. They know exactly what they mean but everyman for the most part seems unaware. Let's just give a few examples:

Business Friendly: No regulation of any sort to be imposed.

Self Reliance: You’re on your own everyman.

Job Creation: Millions of jobs created but only for the Chinese.

Take back our Country: Only white, rich people should hold office. Preferably men.

Welfare State: Anyone making under a million a year.

Public Education: The false ideas we can force on the lazy, uneducated masses through our own propaganda media.

Taxes: The new five letter swear word.

Published in The Record Courier

A2 WEDNESDAY, September 22, 2010

Regarding the recent Tea Party rally in Washington. It seems the holier than thou approach really lights a fire under large numbers of self-righteous sheep. Rigging the deck against your opponents by stating lies as God-given truth is like asking the question, answer yes or no, does your mother know you beat your wife.

Class Warfare BOO-HOO

Did you ever notice that when you point out how the rich Fat Cats have stacked the deck to their advantage they cry class warfare? They have been making war against the rest of us since capitalism began. They only scream class warfare when someone calls them out about their opulent lifestyles.

How many homes did the last Republican candidate for president have? He wasn't sure. Don't you wish that was the kind of problems you had? How many homes, cars boats, jewelry, or lobster is enough? Years ago pensions were the norm. Now golden parachutes and million dollar bonuses are the norm. Walk into any discount store and look at the workers. Mixed in with all the part time teenagers are grandma and grandpa. I don't think they're there because they need company.

LETTERS 'Self-righteous sheep' leading in name of greed

September 9, 2010

Is the general consensus in this country that we should only take care of ourselves? Should we abolish all taxes? Home school our children? Plow our own streets? Buy guns or pay for our own security force?

If you are rich enough to have all this done on a personal level, you are probably a leader in the newest party of misinformation and misdirection. Leaders of this "party of no" have amassed a huge following of self-righteous sheep ready to vote against everything in the name of greed.

According to their own media stations' propaganda, they are poised to take over government at all levels. Oh boy, I can hardly wait. Generations of fast food workers created because all other jobs have been outsourced. Health care reform repealed. More phony wars started to keep private contractors happy. Giant gated communities built to keep out undesirables.

Welcome to future America, the Third World country.

Kenneth Zander, Mantua

http://www.recordpub.com/news/article/4891460

Disguises of the Rich and Infamous

The Fat Cat is in foxes clothing and is shouting over it's air waves that they are going to take back America. The main stream media picks up this prediction like it is written in stone and repeats it ad-nausea. Last time I checked there were far more Everymen than Fat Cats. I must admit that the Fat Cats do have quite a following amongst the gullible self-righteous sheep. As a whole do we really want to go back to the bad old days of 3.50 a gallon gas, Enron business models bankers gone wild, and mental Neanderthals in charge of the country? Can't wait for doctors without borders to come back and provide health care? Wake-up people! If you're not rich and you are voting the same people in that brought us water-boarding you are voting for American extinction.

America: A 3rd World Country

In 3rd world countries the wealthy land owners control the life agendas of millions of people. They control the natural resources such as water, land, air quality. They set the prices on healthcare, food and transportation. They control the media. Raise your voice and you're out of a job. They've learned how to control through mis-direction and mis-information.

SOUND FAMILIAR???

Welcome to America...

The Hot Air Trumpets of Armageddon

I've always been puzzled as to how people can be convinced to vote against their own interests. Let's take the government passed health care bill for example. People with pre existing health problems will now be able to get insurance. Insurance companies will not be able to refuse coverage for needed procedures. Most people will be covered eventually lowering cost all around. These all sound like beneficial answers to Americans, being treated like they live in a third world country. Doctors without borders has had to come in to treat our countrymen, women, and children that can't afford insurance. How can this bill be bad? Yet, there are people in every state bringing around petitions to be signed so their state can opt out of the bills provisions. Doesn't make sense. That is unless you listen to the voices of intolerance on certain radio and television stations. These Fat Cats shills of big business bend the truth and blow the hot air trumpets of Armageddon every time something doesn't go their way. I think it is because these so-called prophets of America have learned how to appeal to the Lizard brain that is buried deep inside of all of us. You know the part that is ready to bare teeth and snap at anything that is unknown. Most people have learned to deal with this side of their psyche but other simply run with it.

It's a lot like the lowest common denominator in humor. Some comics can only get laughs using base vulgar humor, others take a more thoughtful approach. I realize that thankfully in this country we all have freedom of speech. I also realize that appealing to the baser nature in people is entertaining and lucrative. The problem is that people would rather embrace a lie, that secretly they know is a lie, because deep down they identify with the message.

Who was it that said repeat a lie often enough and it becomes the truth? No matter a vast amount of people don't care anyway.

The Villa-fication of Unions

I just watched a documentary about the closing of a GM truck plant in Ohio. They showed excerpts of the news media blasting the union and its workers. Unions, like the word taxes, have become a dirty word. Fat Cats hate unions because they take money away from them. They might have to wait a little longer to buy that golden toilet seat. The media, in the pocket of the Fat Cats, repeats the same old lies; Unions cost us jobs, we can't compete, it's the unions fault we have to employ Chinese workers.

I was lucky enough to be a member of one for 32 years and they give everyman a chance to provide a good life for workers and their families. Not everyone can be a computer whiz. Unions prevent us from becoming a third world country.

Teachers are Smart, Get Em!

Don't you just love the Fat Cat wanna bee's that tear down what they don't understand. Let's take the constant berating of this nations teachers. These knuckle dragging, mouth breathers, just love to destroy whatever runs contrary to their myopic beliefs. What they really hate is the fact that other people can actually chose a profession, one that is giving a service to the community, and is intellectually rewarding at the same time. What could be more satisfying than imparting needed knowledge? Do we really need to put on some blinders and go back to the days of believing the earth is the center of the universe and dinosaurs and man co-existed?

Mis-direction the Magicians best tool

The country is without a solid job base. Fat Cats sell out workers by the thousands. Health care has become a miracle to pray for. Young people have to compete for fast food jobs with mom and dad and even grandparents. So what are we worried about? Why the pledge of allegiance, gay marriage, immigrants getting drivers licenses.

This is because Fat Cats have learned the grand art of misdirection. As soon as someone makes a valid point on health care or the lack of jobs, Presto, out of the top hat comes a divisive topic that appeals to peoples secret prejudices. We're coming up on new elections again and you can bet the Fat Cat prestidigitator will work his magic.

The bottom line is greed drives this nation. This being the case, they'll probably drag out the old we can't pay for it canard.

Bring Back the Fire in the Belly

Remember the 60's? Near the end of this decade the country was in turmoil. We were immersed in a war in Vietnam. Thousands of young men were being drafted and sent into the jungles of South East Asia. Television brought the war into everyone's living room. Protests were everywhere. Young people were skeptical of any form of authority. They were lined up to shout their discontent into the faces of the Fat Cats.

Fast forward to the present. The country is comatose. The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan rage on but a huge part of them have been contracted out. Young men and women have to join the Armed Services because all the jobs have been relocated to China. Television brings us reality TV Shows about nothing, and made up news. Protests are now fun by grandparents with tea bags hanging off their hats. Young people are lined up to buy the newest cell phone. The Fat Cats have won by addicting the youth of today of the gadjetized form of SOMA.

Something in the Wind

Remember back just a few years ago when a seagull would fart somewhere out in the Atlantic Ocean and gas prices would rise? Now we have the world’s biggest oil spill ever and gas prices are staying level. Well fear not. The Fat Cats are just waiting for the November elections. If things go their way, the farting seagull will once again waft its magic our way.

The drill baby drill sycophants will dust off their placards and Fat Cats everywhere will rejoice. This time though, they will push for more drilling for oil and gas on land.

I just saw on HBO, a great documentary on gas and oil drilling. During the Bush dark ages, legislation to allow unchecked hydraulic fracture drilling went through with Republican grand standing. Now people in some states can save on energy bills because their well water is highly flammable. The Fat Cats won't fix the problem until they are taken to court. They say there isn't a problem. They make each individual landowner prove their lives were destroyed. Fat Cats have no loyalty or conscience. They worship at the altar of greed. Dollars are their only sacrament.

Once November comes and goes get ready for a derrick near you. Oh yea, the cute thing is they fly an American flag off the top of the derricks. Welcome to the new Patriotism!

The Empress has no Clothes

Beware false prophets! Beware Alaskans baring gifts. Can you take a message of in-tolerance and wrap it up in a pretty, folksy package and get people to support it? I think the answer to that is obvious. Does a Fat Cat under another name still smell like the litter box? Without a doubt.

Have this countries citizens becomes so jaded, so disinterested, so uninformed, that they will accept a mediocre mind, spewing falsehoods, as some sort of savior? A vast number of them seem to be doing just that. What would happen if the country gave a mental lightweight real power. Oh yea, we just lived through 8 years of that.

Television digests the mentality of todays viewer and regurgitates reality shows about nothing. The empty mind is easily filled with nonsense. If not enough people look closely enough to see that the Empress has no clothes, then nothing can help us.

In Plastic We Trust

Let me get this straight. We, the people, need to recycle to save planet earth. How about instead of we the people, the Fat Cats return to using glass instead of plastic for it's bottles and containers. Plenty of safe product for manufacturing, sand. Make the bottles and containers returnable for a deposit. Build plants to manufacture the bottles plants to wash and sterilize the bottles, trucks to haul the bottles back and forth. You know, create American jobs, not Chinese jobs. Too costly you say! What is more costly than the death of a planet? This worked in the past. I realize we are the Kleenex generation. Use it once and throw it away. Fat Cats create the problem and then use the media to convince us it's our fault. Then another Fat Cat sells the recyclables back to China to make more plastic containers for us to buy and feel guilty about. What a fabulous scam. We the people have become we the mice like sheep herded by Fat Cats.

Fat Cats Bank on a Celebration

Let me get this straight. You fail miserably at your job. So miserably in fact, that you wreck the National economy. You help to spread financial pain and heartache through America. So naturally, your Fat Cat boss comes to you and gives you a multi-million dollar bonus. Huh? When your boss is asked why, he says "You have to pay top dollar to keep good people." Huh? So the plan was to lose billions, get a handout and skate away. Only in a land totally ruled by Fat Cats is this possible. Even if the bonuses were written in stone before this crisis wouldn't the moral thing to do be to refuse them? Couldn't your boss say if you take this bonus you'll have to find work elsewhere?

At my first job working in a pet store way back in ancient times, I earned one dollar an hour and anything I broke I had to pay for. Some weeks I would come home with very little to show for my efforts. My, my, how the world and people have changed.

Iced Tea Anyone?

Keep your government hands off my social security! He wasn't born here. No to socialistic health care! Are you kidding me?

It shouldn't call itself the Tea-Party, it should call itself the D.A.D. Party (Dumbing America Down) or how about D.O.G. Party (Dragons of Greed). This is just another morphing of the Republican party into it's next extreme incarnation.

There have always been people who believe that all government policy, regulation, or taxes are wrong and should be abolished. These are generally the people who have the most. They are the ones with something to lose. I'll say one thing for these types, they know how to coin a phrase: Death panels, Obama care, momma grizz-lies, just to name a few. How about Quality Life Panels, Obama cares but you don't, or the empty basket from Alaska.

Tell me why Americans don't want to pay for anything anymore? Why is it suicide to say the word taxes? OK, lets take away all regulation and taxes and just take care of ourselves. Surely the Fat-Cats of the business world will treat us fairly. Remember the guy from Enron saying screw grandma if she couldn't pay her electric bill? Can you really afford to pay for your own security cop, fireman, teachers, road clearing crews, outrageous electric and gas rates and out of sight food bills? The Fat Cats can, the rest of us will have to live on solent green.

Before you decide to drink the Tea Party Kool-Aid and elect a business candidate, remember the only jobs a business Fat Cat ever created was for the Chinese and maybe his relatives.