Hear about who is “Living Large” during these times that try men’s souls?
Talk about your Manchurian candidates, huh? (How much they kicking back to you, Herr King of the Hoops?).
I’ve always known that those suck-tails and “brother’s of the hood”, brotherhood were in collective cahoots. Never fails, pinko-commie flamingos will always flock together.
Oh, and by the way, “John-Q-tax-paying-citizen”…just like with Big “O”, Obama, your the one getting stuck with the bill.
America, did you learn anything at all about all those privileged-puke, up-scale, children of flowers, Charlie Manson and drug-induced state of paranoia that WAS the sixties generation? (Their children’s children have risen in the form of Obama and his Union buds).
It’s all about the have’s and the have-nots. And guess what? The one’s who are screaming the loudest are not those who went and fought in Viet Nam — they were the children of the rich who stayed here, shot heroin and made love in the afternoon sun (or, union-produced cannons, M-16’s and napalm).
You know, the same bunch running the country today.
We have sold our souls to commercials, to movies and to propaganda about each of us being “Earth Mothers” and “Earth Stewards” instead of having common sense and living (as best we can) in a universe over which we have little (if any) control.
Welcome to the world of chaos.
You know, I like to think of chaos as a spinning top that suddenly begins to spin out of control.
It will not stay on its tip, spinning beautifully, unless certain conditions are maintained.
Proper speed, the mass and bulk of the “torso” of the top, the material of which the “tip” is made (when I was a kid, I found a compound of plastic or rubber worked best – of the kind skate-board wheels were made – can’t remember the name of the compound, but it was like a sticky “rubber-plastic”).
The tip of the thing was a hardened piece of steel, but it was surrounded and cushioned in this rubber-plastic formed in the shape of blunt-arrow tip.
It had a very long cord, and an instrument to hold it steady while force was applied to the string.
The thing would spin, and spin, and spin (and then, spin some more – absolutely amazing piece of engineering).
It was a thing of beauty, but always, always (unless I caught it), once it slowed, it would careen, out-of-control, its top-heavy mass forcing it to tumble not unlike the current economy.
We, as a global economy, seem to be at a momentary “lull” where things are not getting too much worse, and getting none-too-much better.
This is usually when the top would begin to careen.
Let’s hope somebody besides a bunch of zombie-esque, marijuana-craving and semi-stoned hippies and their brother malcontent union screws hell-bent on robbing the nation’s coffers through government “buy-back” programs is there to snatch the top before it starts to tumble (these rogues have proven that they are only “all about themselves” like a narcotic fiend craving his next fix).
Wouldn’t it be nice if from the ashes of these poor, dumb SOB’s that somebody with some sense would rise and lead this world out of the turmoil it now faces?
God speed the GOP (may the lumbering, sleepy elephant begin finally to trumpet, and to charge!).