History's Judgment

Today's first thing that popped out in the newspaper was the statement: “History will not judge us well if we do not intervene in Syria.”

REALLY????

Dear Congress,

Here is your judgment from History, whatever that is.... You have destroyed the Middle Class, left the elderly, poor, disabled, children and Veterans of your wars homeless, hungry and with no hope for anything but poverty and disease and perhaps a quick death to get out of this country. You have fed a bloated rich class, which happens to include you, with the blood of the rest of this country. You have faked the economy to rob the poor where the middle class now resides. You have destroyed 98% of the people's hope for even basic medical care. You have taken their money and given it to your rich friends to gamble with on the Stock Market like some sort of a roving poker game. You have lied your way into one war after another killing and maiming the poor and stupid who were just looking for an education, food and the hope of raising themselves out of this garbage can you built all by yourselves.

Now, you actually think anything you do in Syria will even be a blip on your resume? Think again. You have already screwed your place in history. Nothing in the next year will save you or get you a favorable line in the text books unless you can get a Saudi Arabian owned FOX news to write them and since they don't want you in Syria, that prospect is looking poor.

Dear President Obama,

Lobbing missiles at Syria is not going to do anything for your place in history. You will go down as the first black president and after that, with any luck, the page will be blank. After all, what exactly have you done in 5 years?

You were elected on a platform of healthcare reform, stopping the insane war machine and bringing prosperity back to this country.

What we got was a watered down insurance company approved bill and postponement of its implementation until you can get safely out of office. In the meantime, the war on the little womenfolk’s health kicked into high gear and states got away with denying them prenatal care, birth control and forcing them to bear rape babies while giving the rapist “parental rights”. In short, your administration allowed women to be reduced to chattel (check the Bible for definition) while not worrying about your own because after all, you are now a member of the elite, permanent healthcare, salary for life and even protection from the rabble.

You will not get credit for marriage reform as that goes to the Supreme Court and lastly, the IRS.

You will not get credit for much of anything as you haven't really done anything but give the Congress....read their place in history above....everything they wanted. If anything your place in history will read:

Yes Man to a dysfunctional, delusional Congress.

Syria isn't going to save you. It will destroy you.

If nothing else, the place both you and Congress will earn in history will be one of more horror than any genocidal dictator in history. You will be the people who reduced war to a video game played from a safe underground bunker with remote controlled missiles and little marks on a white board representing hits as you reduced people to game pieces in whatever demented actions you take. Those marks on the white board include your own people in this country.

I doubt History will judge you at all because I doubt there will be any History to remember you, but perhaps, that is the goal. As for judgments, that is between you and your maker and you might want to consider the 1% only consider themselves to be the “human beings worthy of life” and of course, a place in history.

The Unscrew Faery

George is plagued by a member of the Fae we have come to not so affectionately call the Unscrew Faery. This little creature is capable of unscrewing things. For example, if George places anything but a stick pen in his pocket, a few minutes later, it will be unscrewed and ink will be everywhere. His shoe laces will not remain tied. Given a month or so, Velcro doesn't even work that well. Buttons pop off and disappear forever......it is hard to keep than man together. I've given up. Duct tape doesn't work.

I cannot use a screw driver of any variety. I can't unscrew anything and forget actually getting a screw to go into anything. George can get anything to come apart.

He arrived in the kitchen and held out this to me and asked if I knew what it was....absolutely not. What kind of mess was this?

You are not going to believe this.

That mess on the left is what is left of his shoelace after it was blown apart by the Unscrew Faery. This little monster first removed the plastic tip from the shoe lace so George had glued and taped it closed. When he woke up, this was all that was left threaded through the holes in his shoe and no, it wasn't the cat's work.

Now I am wondering if the cat really has been tearing the toilet paper apart. I mean, she denies it and yesterday when I spun the roll of toilet paper she panicked and ran out of the bathroom. Maybe........Oh, I really, really don't want to think about that........

SYRIA: The distraction for a pickpocket Congress

Good Morning Fellow Serfs, it is time to listen to Mother Revolutionary about something that affects all of you donors to the government till or as they put it: tax payers.

Just as Congress is about to pass a budget which no one with a brain likes, they are deciding whether to get your children blown up in Syria. Best pay attention to this budget because when your darlings get back from the latest religious/oil war, they will get hit with the budget and the task of finding a non-existent job. When they find that fast food job, put their little uniforms on and work with no benefits, they will get a check and that will be when they discover the great god, Social Security, has just taken a huge chunk of the change they worked for all week.

The plan that is called a compromise and just happens to be what the GOP has wanted for 5 years is tying the amount of money your elderly relatives and friends get every month to the Cost of Living. This affects you because if they are relatives, guess who is going to have to make up the difference or have mom and dad and grandma and grandpa living with them? The answer is YOU, so just remember how much you wanted out of the house and whether you are going to like changing adult cotton diapers and washing them because the disposable ones cost about 50.00 a box....more if they are for someone weighing over 120 pounds.

Now that I have you riveted attention, let me ask you a few questions no one wants you to ask. Do you know how the cost of living is figured? Do you know who figures the cost of living?

You really ought to know those answers before you put your faith in the cost of living. You see, there is no carved in stone way of figuring the cost of living. It is sort of like getting dressed in the morning. You yank something out of the closet say the cost of a mortgage payment and then decide what goes with it like bread and water which are cheap that week or you could grab oats and milk which are expensive. Now none of that is relevant to grandma because she rents an apartment and eats cereal bars for breakfast...Oops!

So, who really decides what is yanked out of the closet, you or the shirt closest to the door? Who really decides how the cost of living is figured? How easy is it to manipulate? The answer to both questions is simply manipulate who decides how it is figured, manipulate the figures of the cost of things and you control the cost of living. In other words, have someone control what clothes are in the closet and they control what you wear that day or in very real terms, whether you eat, have a roof over your head and can pay for your medication that year.

Now, let's return to the big chunk of change your kids just noticed is missing from their pay check. Social Security is NOT A TAX. Everyone wants you to believe it is a TAX because it is removed from your paycheck and you don't question what is done with TAXES. You really should, but Social Security is NOT A TAX. It IS a FUND, an account, that you pay into and at a certain age, withdraw those funds.

That big chunk of change isn't grabbed by some bureaucrat and carried over to a room somewhere, thrown in and the door slammed shut. At the very least, it should be in a bank account earning some interest. It should NOT be a pool for someone in government play (the important word here is PLAY) the Stock Market. That is what privatizing Social Security is; handing your money out of your paycheck to someone to play the Stock Market with....so now not only has Congress decided someone is going to decide how much of the money you paid into Social Security is returned to you based on a figure they control but they have also given this entire fund to the friends to place bets on whether stocks will go up or down and you get....well, you can describe that in hardware terms: screwed.

So, yes there is a good chance we may get our asses blown up in Syria, enter into another holy/oil war that will cost us a fortune, but while we are deciding what survival items to buy, do we go with the plain silver duct tape or the pink hearts one, Congress is going to rob you blind if you don't stop them and all in the name of getting rid of that nasty Sequester they created so they can keep Syria from blowing you up. Convenient? You bet it is. Don't look at the budget because Russia and Saudi Arabia are fighting over which one will screw you at the pump and we have to bomb Syria!

A pickpocket works by bumping into you hard enough that you don't feel the hand in your pocket removing your wallet. It's a simple distraction, sort of like Syria.

Who benefits from a war with a little country that really provides us with nothing but a distraction? That would be the war machine or the 1%, who pay to elect your representatives who just happen to have heavy investments in companies that supply the war machine.....and as an added benefit, they get to steal your elderly relatives and friends money. Now that's a win/win if I ever saw one. Well, for them...it's a lose/lose for you but maybe you will even get your grandparents to move in with you so you won't be lonely after you bury your kids. You do remember how to change a diaper, don't you?

Beware the Snake

I awoke this morning to have a little ditty running through my head which should be the anthem of the Middle Class: “We want our piece of the pie!” I know that not how the old TV jingle goes but it should have.

The pie is the infamous pie chart showing who really controls the majority of the wealth in this country.

The top 3% control 84% of the wealth in the country.

Let me explain this simply. If we have a representative from the 3 economic classes: the top 3%, the middle class and the poor standing in line to get paid one dollar, the rich guy representing 3% of the people will get 84 cents. You, the middle class, will get 11 cents and the poor guy will get 5 cents. Keep in mind everyone is working at a job for this money, some harder than others.

Is this the New World Order the conspiracy theorists tout or is it something else, something far more evil and far more older?

Woodrow Wilson actually said this and started the conspiracy theory doctrine of the New World Order being created via the Federal Reserve:

“Despite these warnings, Woodrow Wilson signed the 1913 Federal Reserve Act. A few years later he wrote: I am a most unhappy man. I have unwittingly ruined my country. A great industrial nation is controlled by its system of credit. Our system of credit is concentrated. The growth of the nation, therefore, and all our activities are in the hands of a few men. We have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely controlled and dominated Governments in the civilized world no longer a Government by free opinion, no longer a Government by conviction and the vote of the majority, but a Government by the opinion and duress of a small group of dominant men.”

More warnings were published by FDR but this is the most famous is; ““A financial element in the large centers has owned the government since the days of Andrew Jackson.”

Even the head of the FBI for so many years, Hoover, said, “The individual is handicapped by coming face to face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists.”

The only real hint to what this conspiracy may be is from FDR in a letter to Charles Davenport written in 1913. Charles Davenport was the then head of Department of Genetics:

“Society has no business to permit degenerates to reproduce their kind.... Any group of farmers who permitted their best stock not to breed, and let all the increase come from the worst stock, would be treated as fit inmates for an asylum.... Some day we will realize that the prime duty, the inescapable duty of the good citizens of the right type is to leave his or her blood behind him in the world; and that we have no business to permit the perpetuation of citizens of the wrong type. The great problem of civilization is to secure a relative increase of the valuable as compared with the less valuable or noxious elements in the population... The problem cannot be met unless we give full consideration to the immense influence of heredity...”

And finally: “I wish very much that the wrong people could be prevented entirely from breeding; and when the evil nature of these people is sufficiently flagrant, this should be done. Criminals should be sterilized and feebleminded(sic) persons forbidden to leave offspring behind them... The emphasis should be laid on getting desirable people to breed.” also from FDR.

These quotes set of a maelstrom of conspiracy theories to be unleashed on the public that is so complex and so extreme that no one really has any idea what is going on. These quotes and ideas led to the forced sterilization of anyone with an IQ deemed to low, the mentally ill and those who just weren't the right color. These quotes led to the rise of the so called Aryan Race eugenic theories, slavery and the white man's death grip on the idea that he is somehow superior even though he knows he is not, not really. The superior species is the man with the money, not the survival nut living on dried food surrounded by guns. It's the guy in the Penthouse being waited on hand and foot with his choice of pretty mates.

These theories led to something that pervades every inch of society. You are guilty of the thinking and don't even know you are thinking it. You don't even know it starts first thing in the morning and it goes to bed with you. It is the invisible snake in the garden of your mind. It was the first thing a small child questioned in the mountains of West Virginia when the mine tunnel collapsed.

Relatives gathered, worried beyond belief that they had just lost their husbands, fathers and brothers. The Red Cross arrived to give out cups of weak warm coffee. The local ministers arrived to spread the will of God and pick up a few new converts. And the Owner arrived in his big black car to proclaim they were doing everything possible to help. Everything possible was the other miners risking their lives to dig through rock that had just collapsed.

To a child of four or five, used to being alone and observing adults, it was a strange, surreal play unfolding. Looking at the players I had to ask one question, why was the man in the big black car more important than anyone else there and why were the Ministers, reinforcing that lie, because I was pretty sure in the end, everyone died, everyone was equal.

I heard my father say everyone was equal. I heard those same ministers say everyone was equal in “God's” eyes. The warm cup of weak coffee people seemed to think the miners were important and yet, only the other miners had shovels and were digging. Something wasn't right here to a little kid with nothing better to do than ask questions. I had already been told to shut up, so I continued to watch as the man from the big black car got his coffee poured from a pretty thermos into a nice cup by the man in a uniform that drove the car as he sat in the big chair in his heated office above the crowd shivering in tattered coats.

It was as though my eyes captured pictures, little scenes, and then etched them in my memory forever to torment me. The ancient Sumerians and Hebrews had one thing right, the purveyor of knowledge is a snake. Once it finds the opening into mind, it crawls in your brain, curls up and waits for you to get nice and warm and relaxed and then it sinks its fangs in your happy little constructs that keep you sane, poisoning your mind and keeping you up all night.

It was a while before one of the older kids noticed me and came over to see if I was alright since I hadn't moved in a long time. He was one of my hundreds of cousins my own personal snake probably poisoned as so many escaped the mines to go into law enforcement within three letter agencies. Having a captive audience, I sprang and inserted my question in his fertile mind. Why is the man in the office more important that everyone else? That was met with; why do you think that? Well......he's warm, drinking good coffee in an office with someone ready to drive him where ever he wants to go and everyone else is cold, miserable and worried sick. The answer was: he owns the mine.

Hmmmmm....owning a mine makes you more important than anyone else in town except maybe the ministers who had retreated to their cars, engines running so the good church ladies could break out the good coffee and cakes for them that they weren't even giving their crying relatives...so I asked the obvious. Why are the ministers important. They don't own the mine.

Ah yes, the snake had bit my cousin's brain, laid eggs and would multiply every night of his life. At least he didn't have to contend with the Mother Snake, like I did. You see, I would test his theory later that night when we got home.

Grandma started to cook dinner as she always did and I told her she couldn't do that. Wow, that got Mother in a rage and finally Grandma, being the voice of reason asked me why she shouldn't cook dinner. My answer was simple. You own the house. By that time Father had crawled out of the living room, followed by some of the menfolk. He wanted to know more because my brain fascinated him no end. My reasoning was very simple. If the man who owns the mine doesn't do any work and gets his coffee delivered and his car driven just because he owns the mine and if the ministers get special treatment because they tell people God is responsible for people dying in accidents in his (the owners) mine, then Grandma shouldn't have to work since she owns the house.

Remember that look on Rosemary's face when she first sees her spawn in the cradle? It was pretty epidemic around the room except for Grandma and Daddy. He simply said, “Mrs. Bennett, maybe you should sit down and enjoy watching the rest of us work. I think the kid has something here.” Never have so many adults been so quiet looking in horror at one small little girl. You see, the serpent injected me with logic.

For the rest of my life I would question and fight one single thing. Why is some people's work more worthy than others? Then there was its insidious little brother that sneaked around whispered, some people's lives are more important because they own something you want.

After a few revolutions in Latin American countries I concluded their lives might seem to be more important but large numbers of people were waking up to the fact that they wanted their share of what they worked for and they no longer believed their share was to be decided by the person who owned the mine in which their lives were worth less than minimum wage and decided whether they would work or not.

The 60's rolled in and a new concept began to take root that had to be killed quickly. That concept was equality, interdependence and the simple fact, yes, FACT, that no one does it alone. You can't build a successful business without customers and suppliers. This is because few people will buy thin air unless it has a religion attached to it. The immediate reaction was a flood of drugs to 'enhance' spirituality. Spirituality cannot be enhance my friends. It either happens or it doesn't. All you are chasing in your drug/beer induced state is temporarily feeling good. Spirituality on top of the mountain often results in you falling down the other side of the mountain on your head.

I was raised to be spiritual but I saw no reason I should do so in a shack, dressed in tatters begging for food in exchange for my knowledge particularly since every day on a black and white TV amid the snow I saw men of god in their fancy suits building their opulent mansions of faith. I had the nasty feeling, probably from that snake poison, that they weren't smarter or more spiritual than I was. As far as I could see, they didn't help anyone but themselves. I was beginning to see the sheep symbolism and I certainly could see the wolf.

But who was the lion?

Oh, I learned that later in life.

I love my cat Trouble A.K.A. Stoner. Every cat in the house starts at the dresser and moves incrementally higher in the room until they get to the top of the glass display case even though they have to enter the room and go to the far corner to start their trek and go around three walls. Trouble is a lot like me. He walks in the room, jumps up and climbs the shoe rack, taking a precarious route across the yarn bag and usually dropping a skein or two, and lands in the same location with less work but a lot more danger because I am about to kill him by then. He takes the direct route, just like I do. It's more dangerous but if you have no fear of snake of knowledge, read on. You are already infected. You might as well learn what with.

You are indoctrinated from birth that the doctor is more important than your mother because his word is law. You will later learn that is because he had more education. By the end of your life you will learn that education doesn't make you smart. Your mother will be learning that woman with the best assets whether they be located on her chest or in her purse will get better care and her little spawn will survive no matter how dumb they are.

Every day, in every way you are being taught that some are more equal than others. That some, because they have more paper or higher electronic numbers, somehow do more valuable work than you do. You may at some point realize that both of you are paying the same amount of money for the same things, they just have more left over. Snake bite!

Is the person doing back breaking work picking up your garbage doing less valuable or just less work, than the CEO of a bank? Think about it. They may both actually have the same education. The garbageman, I mean environment engineer, has a life expectancy of at least 10 years less than the CEO simply because of the wear and tear on his body and less access to medical care. He cannot afford a yearly check up with all the bells and whistles that his counter part can take a week off and check himself into the fancy hospital, with pay, and find out every tiny thing that might go wrong so he can make changes in his lifestyle. You see, the garbageman, let's skip the niceties of environment engineer, only gets to clean up and fall into bed dead tired and hope he doesn't get sick because he has no sick days and anyway, at the end of the year, too much sickness means he is a drag on the company (other workers') insurance policy and needs to be laid off....i.e. Fired. Now if you think the CEO cares if the other workers have to pay more for their insurance keep in mind he is probably getting a kickback from the insurance company. The CEO makes more money in one hour than the garbageman makes in one year. Hence the logical conclusion is the Bank CEO's life is more important than a garbage man’s or yours.

I tend to have a pretty high opinion of myself and just don't buy it. Nor have I ever bought the fantasy that because mine is a “god given talent”, I should not charge for it. The electric company doesn't give me break for “god given talents”. Shouldn't a talent dispensed by a GOD be more valuable than a bank CEO? I mean, I must be divine and she giggles. Save me first...God smiles on me....sure....Who knows, it might work.

So you see, the whole real Conspiracy isn't a New World Order because it is pretty darned old, nor is it the Federal Reserve. I won't argue they may both be tools. BUT the real conspiracy is constant bombardment and reinforcement that just because 3% of the people collect 84 cents out of that dollar for doing little or nothing in real back breaking work like you do every day, their lives are somehow worth more than your pitiful little existence which leads to the second belief that you exist for their amusement. You might want to think about that last one.

Oh, and the sheep lays down with the lion because the sheep thinks the lion will protect them. Unfortunately to the lion, the sheep are cash cows and a snack for later. Guess who the lion is. Go ahead. You'll figure it out, probably too late.

Pretty snake. Nice snake. Let the old Druid rest for a while.