July 4, 2009 archive

I write this on a day in which I’m supposed to revel in the days of our nation’s birth.  

But the “bombs bursting in air” makes me think of the Predator Drone attacks on civilians in Afghanistan and my thoughts everyday are somewhere between “what dollar menu item before work will it be today?” and “what kind of statment would I be making by driving my car through the IRS building?”

Empathy and Rage.  

Love and War.  

Wanting to unleash an army of fed-up citizens on the nearest government strongholds in your neighborhood to set-up a chain of command within the city limits that cares for all the needs of the citizens within it’s jurisdiction while also wanting to set-up  a separate squad of Third-World Style kidnapping teams to bring back the heads of industry responsible for the treason and theft of more than just our nation’s economy.  Only to hold a trial via YouTube with the widely broadcasting in-court executions being watched by millions. And of course, the C-SPAN ending of the cleaning guy with a mop afterward.

We hold these truths to be self-evident that our new President is bank-loving corporate scum who I judge on the content of his character and not the color of his skin.  His words that dismiss the rights of millions and deem their love unconstitutional only to then gather them together and promise them of better treatment from him in the future.  The constant promise to the people hurting in this economy that “help is on the way” only to bail out the banks faster than passing the legislation he promised that doesn’t even put a dent in the kind of help we all need or is even near adequate in terms of the time it will take for it to reach us.  His loyal obedience to a Bush-Era military plan that smells an awful like the old boss but with the smile of a new one, fuck it.  

I held a small amount of “Hope” that maybe, just maybe, he’d be somebody to help us move forward as a country into an “Age of Reason” but now I know that we just switched trains and are still on the same route destined for Fucksville but now just with a smiling cheery conductor.  

I looked at Obama the same way one with a heavy workload looks to a promising new co-worker that seems like they could actually help.  Well, more than the last asshat who riddled your work with spelling errors and shit.  Has an actual degree from Harvard Law that wasn’t bought with his parent’s money too.  He shows up, has past experience in “community organizing”, and you figure “what a great addition to the team!”.

But then he starts asking you to buy him lunch, asks for a ride and to “pick up some friends” on the way to work, sweet talks the bosses while dumping the work on you, and when you ask him what the hell he’s actually doing he gives you a wonderful and well-thought-out speech that promises a better effort on his part that you stand in amazement was an actual pre-packaged response for an “off the cuff” question of yours.  

However, when he walks away and the amazement fades, you realize you just got stuck with another do-nothing shit head.  

This one just comes up with a better way to hide it.

Well it`s Friday & I`m back for your instant therapy.

Just mix images, imagination, your mind, & your worries, in an essay, & hopefully you`ll forget your troubles for a few minutes.

I may as well open with the theme of the day.

Happy fourth of July.

What does a flag mean.

CHARGE