Monday, August 5, 2013

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 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.

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