Unfit for the Time
The constitution is hanging by a thread. There. I said it. And perfectly sincerely too. Congress has finally and formally approved funding for the solution of all solutions, the TSE (tax-payer sponsored entities). It looks like this: IF you have a job, be grateful. All of your earnings will pay for your taxes and your company’s taxes; and the taxes of people who don’t have jobs, and the taxes of all the companies who don’t have money (as well as to banks etc. that have lots of money but simply want more [but are adamant that they don't NEED more]).
The body populace is unfit for the time. The body politic is unfit for the time. Here’s how I figure: In the first Great Depression, Herbert Hoover relied on the ”rugged individualism” of the nation. He had a generation of industrious people who had borne off the industrial revolution with glory. Today, the President has a generation of techustrious (almost said hindustrious) people who are technically useful, but really useless. See, they are really good and doing things virtually – not literally. The utterly meaningless minutiae of super-computer processing power which – in the hands of the people, is not instrumental in developing a people of principle, but in producing the super-consumer. Hence, a doubly unfit populace for the time.
Revolution. There. I said it. And perfectly sincerely two (yes, five months ago I mentioned it for the first time.) And that is shaping up to be impotent as well. Continuing with the techie theme, let me put it this way, if online colonists had the sensibility to understand what just happened AND if they roused a few patriotic (anti-tax) delegates and sent them to a continental congress of some kind, the product of the assemblage would be about as influential as a Google Ad.
Only the oppressed are equal to the task (most of whom reside south of the border) and as demonstrated in Mexico City recently (and exponentially evident in border towns), their collective intention seeks power in thievery via the House of Lords – drug lords, that is. Given that Los Angeles is in the top five most wealthy cities in America, and with the understanding that the Great State of California is bankrupt (makes one miss the good ole days when only little places like Orange County went bankrupt), I’ll predict that LA is the first city to be wrested from the Union.
Poverty. There. I said it. And perfectly sincerely too. The term is relative. Like happiness and misery as our perception of change will classify it. It’s akin to Dorothy saying ”Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.” She was scared – just like the good folks in Kansas today who won’t be getting their State Tax Refunds for a while and just like the employees of the State of Kansas who “may not get paid” on Friday. Those who bought (literally) the lie that poverty is a shameful calamity to fear more than death, if they decide to live and adapt to the changes, will discover a world where time (which was shamefully scarce) is plentiful and subsistence (which was a calamity of over-accumulation) is a simple matter of sowing seeds. Oh, and this is the best part: the leisure activities we presently pay ransom prices for (concerts, sports events, theatre) will go from pricey and surrounded by strangers to priceless and produced among friends. The island mentality is a classic example. Here’s a little tune (as always) to put it in perspective.