Nov 20 2008
Hell, the Great Depression? WTF?
Tom Brokaw, eat your Campbell’s hearty good food jock out!
The Greatest Generation grew out of a corporate strategy that successfully championed the concept that a bunch of homeless people who did not have universal health care and were not prescribed the correct meds to cope with their pre-traumatic stress disorder could be turned into war machine fodder and love the country for it. Or at least not complain enough to get the liberal media to report their grievances, except to imply that shell-shock was cowardice at best and a sign of faggotry at worst.
Before the burgeoning green revolution, corporate monsters already understood that they could profit from the good will of ordinary losers by leaving piles of trash throughout the country that the homeless could put in their shoes to avoid paying the cobbler to fix a commodity that today’s binary people simply recycle to make toxic artificial turf for public school athletic fields where parents can dream of selling their children to professional sports owners. Hell, even Steven Spielberg made money on that strategy in Saving Private Ryan, one of the most dishonestly propagandistic films made since It’s A Wonderful Life.
My old man lined up with a bunch of his buddies on December 8, 1941, to help the country reduce its unemployment roll, although I’m sure it didn’t occur to him or his soon to be dead buddies at the time. He joined the Screaming Eagles because he was a stupid asshole, but he never got out of the states. He broke his back in a jeep accident at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, and he occasionally limped and cried from the pain for the rest of his meaningless life.
I still don’t understand what makes Americans accept whatever they are told by people in positions of authority as truth, justice, and the American Way. Well, sure, it’s the American Way, but there is no guarantee of truth or justice. I’ve never seen evidence of it. Kafka understood the concept of justice. Americans just believe in it.
It’s easy to be an ignorant asshole in America. Without ignorant assholes, the terrorists would have already been defeated by their own sense of futility.
Of course, all this ignores the original Declaration of Independence and the indisputable evidence that the founding fathers of this nation of miserable phucks (NOMPH™) were terrorists, given the fubar definition championed by the current first idiot and his handlers.
Take arms or alms? That’s not the question.
I’m doing fine compared to most of the people stuck to the surface of this planet because of what Sir Isaac Newton observed when the apple fell. I seem to remember an apple was involved in the expulsion of the innocents from the Garden of Eden or Evil or Getting Even, depending on your ignorance of the topic, and I wonder how the current crop of annihilists are processing the information that what their government and society has to offer them is nothing. Not a goddamn thing.
That’s what I had come to understand during McCarthy’s reign of terror, which I believe was not at the time considered a scumbag system based on rewarding those who would sacrifice their friends and relatives in exchange for someone to humiliate in the liberal media.
My, my, how far we have come.
Good luck to you young dinosaur eggs and hungry pups. You think you’ve got problems? I don’t think so. You don’t write history unless you can trample your enemies, and your enemies in this case are the people you vote for and admire. Really. This isn’t news to most rational people in a society where most marginal intellects are left behind because it’s just better that way. You have been royally phucked by the Handicapper General. Enjoy it.
