I
love to reminisce.
Being
a history teacher the past is one thing you can always dwell upon and call to enliven an idea or an epoch.
As a lad of seven I
experienced my first true USA election (1964). The nuns at our school
force fed the politics they understood. They were by their nature
anti-war and Barry Goldwater was a hawk to his very core, so it was
LBJ all the way (little did we know).
I follow their other tenants to this day because they were true women giving voice to universal truths. They are all based upon
one simple truism: Do
unto others as you would have them do unto you.
At seven I had very little understanding of anything
except that I wanted to play. I knew my family was not voting for
Goldwater (for many reasons and his inane insanity might have been
part of it).
At
eleven (1968) I knew what a “Tricky-Dick” was. I also witnessed
national sadness and personal awareness for the first time
(assassinations of public figures, Chicago and Kent State to name a
few). I was sickened by this slaughter. At fifteen (1972) I had lost
interest in my political surroundings because of many factors (pot,
girls, sports, etc...) except, I had retained an almost disturbing
quality to question everything because my education left so
much unanswered.
Everything
never turned out to be much. I voted Libertarian for three national
elections (I still consider myself a social libertarian, but the
Libertarian Party has gone completely off the tracks.) I have
never trusted the government or its bureaucrats. In 1988 I voted
for the last time in a presidential election. I voted Democrat for
the first and last time. Our electoral process is beyond flawed.
To
this day I feel America (the United States) and the Democratic party
lost their only hope that year and they blew it. I have no respect
for either party. The Democrats lost my favor because of this betrayal and to this day I have witnessed them slowly turning into something I loathe as much as I have always loathed the Republicans. We are lost in spite of
our voices. My grandfather’s party (Democrat) died and no one
mourned. He had the dreams and passed them on. I believe all of us
need to search within ourselves and ask some very serious questions
about ourselves.
Many of our
unions have been corrupted. When
the only solution to our labor problems is made out to be evil we are
fucked. People have little conception of the power they have. Unions
(or whatever you want to call groups of interested people with a
strong voice) will save your asses. Without them you are a lonely
voice screaming echoes into a canyon.
There
are many problems we face as a species (not a sub-group or
nationality). We have a class war. Our survival does not depend upon
our masters. We will do fine without them. Look around and take it as
fact that most people despise ass-kissers and rats (not
whistle-blowers). These are the people our masters depend upon.
Personally,
I despise ass-kissers and rats (not whistle-blowers). I usually don't
use universalities but I make exceptions now and then because of the
natures of these groups.They have no redeeming social values. None.
They promote a culture of negativism and shame. They have the same
perspective as our masters in that they wish to further enrich
themselves at the people's expense and so they endure themselves to
their masters (which they will never achieve in spite of their favors
or their lackey ism.)
We
have choices to make. The first is to let things go on as they will:
which is not acceptable to me. The second is to push back. Realize
one thing; this is not about you, but what you can do to preserve
whatever dignity you can for your children.
That
is the only reality and reality bites.
