Rainy Friday
Another rainstorm has moved in to test the great Los Angeles watershed's run-off system, along with the great world-wide economic shitstorm of the twenty-tens, too, I see. I know when the rain begins, I can feel it. I am only left to wonder when the revolution begins....
And will we feel it when it begins?
First the rain. Not sure if it's going to be another mudslide-watch weekend in the areas hit by the recent mammoth Station Fire or not, or anything to match the hellacious snowpocalypse all my eastern US friends are experiencing, but the rain has certainly begun.
And then the economic shitstorm...
Driving home, listening to NPR tonight.... Christ Almighty, we're in a thicket of shit, aren't we? Ten years ago the US was in strong financial shape, now a lot of innocent Iraqis are dead or displaced and our economy is simply shot to hell. Today's ten-year projection projects that we will still be so deep in debt (and along with various other economic factors) that we won't be capable of growing the economy in that entire time. That's any of our lives right there, the guts of it, career-wise. How can one hope to get out of a personal economic rut if the whole damned world is going there with you?
I suppose you don't. You just sit back and enjoy the lol-kitties and devil sheep on the interwebs. And drink.
But, of course, we have enough to spend one trillion dollars a year on defense. When you add up the military budget, homeland security, intelligence, debt on all that, and several things I'm forgetting, we are spending one trillion dollars a year to defend ourselves. Bankers we just rescued are getting bonuses this week ranging between 10 million and possibly, at Goldman Fucking Sachs, 100 million dollars. And for the rest of us, nothing. Nothing for jobs, nothing for health care, nothing for our infrastructure, nothing for our schools.
What the hell are we spending one trillion dollars a year to defend? The property that is left for the top 1 percent once the rest of us die?
Where are my lol kitties? Where are my devil sheep?
What the hell are we going to do? Rise up? Exactly how? Should I have taken out that cop yesterday? Teach them to give us tickets if we start taking them out right and left. I mean, who do we fight? That cop has nothing to do with some CEO who's motto is, "Piss On You."
Do we move in the night and take out the bankers? What if we're opposed to murder? Perhaps we could smuggle them out of the country across the Rio Grande and force them to cross the desert southward? I mean, sure they all get Executive Fitness privileges Everywhere. Portable treadmills are brought to them at the snap of a finger, so they're probably in shape. They might make it. And then they'd ruin Mexico, so that wouldn't be a good idea.
I mean, what's the practical plan here? Join the teabaggers and scream in the streets? The revolution might in fact be televised, but in all likelihood most people would miss it because they're busy watching Spike TV.
Or laughing at the funny lol kitties. Did you see the one with the four little pissed off cute-as-shit orange kitties in the box? Something about the itteh bitteh pissed off committeh? Oh, that was fucking funny. Had me rolling....
How else, if not revolution? And face it, we're such a whiny crew, we couldn't pull off an effective revolution any longer. Those days were gone by 1800, let alone in the soon to be legendary twenty-tens! Barricades are not built by clicking the remote control, so Americans aren't going to accomplish it, we know that.
So, if not violence, how are we going to stop the predators and get their fucking teeth out of our necks? End the great siphoning of blood, end the great transfer of wealth from our tax dollars to their corporate jets, end the corporate socialism that taxes the souls of the poor to feed the coke-whore lifestyles of so few? How, pray tell? Do you know?
Congress isn't going to do it. The Supreme Court isn't going to allow it. The President isn't going to be powerful enough to do so even if he had the titanium balls that Bush had. It isn't going to happen by law, the reigning in of this craven beast, so how? How exactly?
You don't know. I don't know either.
What I do know is this:
I like to look at the pictures people post of their pets, too. This week the LA Times (or was it the Seattle PI?) featured the theme "pets at work," and there were all these cute pictures of kitties on desks, sleeping inside file cabinets, or stretched out across an open office file, or doggies in cars and such. So cute! You should check it out.
Peace out.
And will we feel it when it begins?
First the rain. Not sure if it's going to be another mudslide-watch weekend in the areas hit by the recent mammoth Station Fire or not, or anything to match the hellacious snowpocalypse all my eastern US friends are experiencing, but the rain has certainly begun.
And then the economic shitstorm...
Driving home, listening to NPR tonight.... Christ Almighty, we're in a thicket of shit, aren't we? Ten years ago the US was in strong financial shape, now a lot of innocent Iraqis are dead or displaced and our economy is simply shot to hell. Today's ten-year projection projects that we will still be so deep in debt (and along with various other economic factors) that we won't be capable of growing the economy in that entire time. That's any of our lives right there, the guts of it, career-wise. How can one hope to get out of a personal economic rut if the whole damned world is going there with you?
I suppose you don't. You just sit back and enjoy the lol-kitties and devil sheep on the interwebs. And drink.
But, of course, we have enough to spend one trillion dollars a year on defense. When you add up the military budget, homeland security, intelligence, debt on all that, and several things I'm forgetting, we are spending one trillion dollars a year to defend ourselves. Bankers we just rescued are getting bonuses this week ranging between 10 million and possibly, at Goldman Fucking Sachs, 100 million dollars. And for the rest of us, nothing. Nothing for jobs, nothing for health care, nothing for our infrastructure, nothing for our schools.
What the hell are we spending one trillion dollars a year to defend? The property that is left for the top 1 percent once the rest of us die?
Where are my lol kitties? Where are my devil sheep?
What the hell are we going to do? Rise up? Exactly how? Should I have taken out that cop yesterday? Teach them to give us tickets if we start taking them out right and left. I mean, who do we fight? That cop has nothing to do with some CEO who's motto is, "Piss On You."
Do we move in the night and take out the bankers? What if we're opposed to murder? Perhaps we could smuggle them out of the country across the Rio Grande and force them to cross the desert southward? I mean, sure they all get Executive Fitness privileges Everywhere. Portable treadmills are brought to them at the snap of a finger, so they're probably in shape. They might make it. And then they'd ruin Mexico, so that wouldn't be a good idea.
I mean, what's the practical plan here? Join the teabaggers and scream in the streets? The revolution might in fact be televised, but in all likelihood most people would miss it because they're busy watching Spike TV.
Or laughing at the funny lol kitties. Did you see the one with the four little pissed off cute-as-shit orange kitties in the box? Something about the itteh bitteh pissed off committeh? Oh, that was fucking funny. Had me rolling....
How else, if not revolution? And face it, we're such a whiny crew, we couldn't pull off an effective revolution any longer. Those days were gone by 1800, let alone in the soon to be legendary twenty-tens! Barricades are not built by clicking the remote control, so Americans aren't going to accomplish it, we know that.
So, if not violence, how are we going to stop the predators and get their fucking teeth out of our necks? End the great siphoning of blood, end the great transfer of wealth from our tax dollars to their corporate jets, end the corporate socialism that taxes the souls of the poor to feed the coke-whore lifestyles of so few? How, pray tell? Do you know?
Congress isn't going to do it. The Supreme Court isn't going to allow it. The President isn't going to be powerful enough to do so even if he had the titanium balls that Bush had. It isn't going to happen by law, the reigning in of this craven beast, so how? How exactly?
You don't know. I don't know either.
What I do know is this:
I like to look at the pictures people post of their pets, too. This week the LA Times (or was it the Seattle PI?) featured the theme "pets at work," and there were all these cute pictures of kitties on desks, sleeping inside file cabinets, or stretched out across an open office file, or doggies in cars and such. So cute! You should check it out.
Peace out.