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.