The Other Carnival Barkers (not named Trump)

Well, here we are. Barely more than a day away from the first “debate” between Agent Orange and Hillary, the Bland.

Just the way our phony, rigged semi-two party system wanted it. And Bernie Sanders supporters be damned. And also, Bernie-ites, you (and me) $27 dollar average donors to his campaign (totaling millions and millions to his effort) will we all just please shut the fuck up and GET OVER IT! I mean, after all the primaries were conducted and OUR GUY LOST!

Oh, and now that we know ever-so-more what any potential voter with a functioning brain knew waaaaay back, that Agent Orange is SO, SO, SO UNFIT to be President, that you former Bernie or Bust crowd HAVE NO CHOICE  other than Ms.Bland. I mean, Jesus fucking Christ Almighty, you Bernie fans, are you actually considering NOT voting to keep that crazy, racist, xenophobic, misogynistic, Islamaphobic, hate-mongering, fascist out of the White House?!  Don’t you dumb ass Bernie Kool-Aid drinking misfits not understand that you HAVE NO CHOICE but to vote for that woman?!

I mean, get with the program. The primaries. The public has spoken. It was fair and square. Now face the music. You DO NOT HAVE ANY OTHER CHOICE but to VOTE FOR HER! …shout the Clintonian carnival barkers.

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That’s the mantra I keep hearing from even some progressives (!!) in the media. They’re in a frenzy! Well, tough shit, I say. Your shut up and vote for her!  is offensive as hell. It’s such a steaming pile of horseshit. It’s an insult to every person who supported Bernie, perhaps giving much more than $27 to his campaign, because the Democratic primaries were NOT fairly conducted, and these desperate voices from the DNC and the Left know it. It has been clearly shown that the DNC undermined the Sander’s campaign, trying everything short of having him kidnapped and confined in some cave, when his non-corporate, populist, enough is enough persona took off and forced the Democratic Party and the status quo, lap dog media, to take him at least slightly seriously. But not seriously serious. By that I mean, both the DNC and the media went into defcon 2, then 3 mode, then when he kept winning primaries, bumped it to defcon 4 mode, barely giving him voice in print or on the so-called news programs, and when he STILL kept winning enough primaries to pour water on Hillary’s barely flickering flame of a candidacy, it was defcon 5 and all hands on deck!

Bernie supporters saw the unmitigated bias and contempt that was being visited upon this socialist (Agent Orange set back and enjoyed the scene, while actually saying virtually nothing about Bernie) who railed against the banksters and the job-killing trade deals and the ripping off of college students by way of high interest loans, and the disastrous deregulation of just about every consumer protection policy or environmental protection legislation. He was gaining plenty enough traction that Candidate Snoozy flip-flopped on her well established business-as-usual, corporatist, hawkish track record, while trying to evade questions concerning a private server for emails as Secretary of State (a symptom of her being a bit secretive and/or untrustworthy, all red meat for the pack of jackals within the neo-con GOP)

But the DNC had Debbie Shultz and the same lame and lazy, mile wide, half an inch deep style of “journalism” went into full Bernie can’t possibly win mode .  Sander’s climbing polling numbers, in the face of the constant push-back against him, were nothing less than astonishing given his from-out-of-nowhere candidacy. One can only imagine how thorough a thrashing of Ms.Toxic it would have been in an ACTUAL fair primary process.

Never mind the poll numbers that threatened the DNC’s cynical, fait accompli coronation of their candidate. The polls constantly showed Bernie easily defeating Agent Orange, you know, that guy who now somehow, some way, has the Bland One in a tight race. But even that couldn’t inject any sense into the DNC and their lousy, really lousy preferred choice of a nominee.

And now, because of their intransigence, their pigheaded refusal who act responsibly about who was really, truly the person in the race who could easily trump Agent Orange, Bernie supporters are lectured over and over, in scolding, condescending fashion, that they HAVE NO CHOICE but to vote for her if they want their country safe from neo-fascism.

The fact that the DNC picked such a weak candidate that her opponent’s grotesquely sociopathic and hate-filled candidacy has her sweating things out speaks so poorly of this dysfunctional, institutional election process, where it has now reached its seeming inevitable nadir with either a buffoon or an empty pant-suited double-talker destined to become our next President.

If the buffoon wins, get ready, Bernie-ites, it’ll be OUR FAULT. And even if the empty suit wins, in a squeaker, Bernie’s people will be scorned for not making it a landslide.

This is one enough is enough, Bernie (his refreshing ideas, his revolutionary essence, even more than the man himself) fan who says, we get the government we deserve. I’m trying to figure out how in the hell this country deserves the government we have right now let alone the dubious one coming our way, either way.

No, wait, I think I DO know…

But never mind. Nothing to see here. Just keep moving along…

 

 

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Political Noir

The Republican convention is upon us. So, it’s Trump and Mike Pence. But of course! Trump is a former reality TV creature and Pence came out of talk radio. I’m not going to expound on the obviously ego maniacal, misogynistic, racist, xenophobic, bullshit artist that is Mr. T. He attracted enough white males who apparently align themselves with the above noted disturbing (and well documented) characteristics of Agent Orange to stunningly get the GOP nomination (to the horror of much of the GOP, let alone plenty of average, rational thinking members of we the people).

Pence? He’s a Tea Bagger. Remember that media-stroking political crowd standing around in solidarity, circa 2009, with their signs and blowing plenty of hot air about “I want my country back!”?  Of course, they wanted their country back from that black dude who had been elected (gasp!) in 2008, but neither they nor the corporate media would spin their protestations in such a truthful and obvious manner as to their motivations and ugly, racist indignation. Then, conveniently, when President Obama, “Capitulator-in-Chief” alienated his base by doing very, very little-to-nothing with his early political power via having the senate and house of reps controlled by Democrats, droves of disillusioned and/or lazy, dopey distracted potential voters sat on their hands during the 2010 mid-term election. Meanwhile, given the same shameless, corporate spotlight by the media, the Tea Bag crowd did vote and, POOF!, the GOP took over congress. More like infested it. Not all republicans are tea baggers, but there’s plenty of them, with Pence now part of the 2016 GOP ticket. Remember Cruz and Rubio? Tea baggers.

Pence is a religious Right whack job who, as governor of Indiana championed laws aimed at discriminating against the LGBT community, the pro-choice, Planned Parenthood networks, and just being an anti-democratic ideologue who has zero respect for minorities, women, social and economic fairness, ad nauseam. A true Republican, right down to that party’s rotten, anti-democratic core.

I’m wondering who the keynote speaker might be for the Republican convention. Is the great-grandson of Joseph Goebbels available? Maybe Heinrich Himmler III? We’ll just have to wait and see. Is Bozo available? It’ll be must see TV! But put the tikes to beddie-bye early. They don’t need to watch a fucking freak show.

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Then there’s the Democratic convention in a couple of weeks. And who do we have to take on the neo-fascist GOP ticket? Hillary! Ms.Clinton’s poll numbers regarding being trustworthy and honest are: 70% negative! Well done, Debbie Wasserman Shultz and the National Democratic Committee. With another sardonic tip of the hat to the national, corporate media.

Ms.Clinton is such a massively flawed candidate that a 74-year-old SOCIALIST initially unknown to most Americans, managed to raise tens of millions of dollars from individual donors, campaigning on the enough is enough clarion call regarding the economic disparity between the uber rich and the working class, an oligarchic modus operandi that has been nefariously working its dark mojo since the day Ronald Reagan was sworn into office in 1981.Yes, Bernie Sanders spoke truth to power, and in spite of the DNC’s treating him like a suspicious, unkempt drifter who brazenly crashed their by invitation only private party, and the mainstream media’s virtual early blackout on covering his candidacy, let alone his being a sitting U.S. Senator, he won over 20 primaries and gave Hillary savage political headaches along the campaign trail;  rather than a smooth, fait accompli ascension to her party’s nomination, queen Hillary had to sweat it out for a good while, even adopting some of Sander’s ideas in order to massage her lackluster image as peddling increasingly dubious denials of being a corporatist candidate given to saying things that weren’t resonating with much of the general public (see above, poll numbers).

Of course Bernie couldn’t win. It’s a rigged system. He said so himself. But the polls show that, while Hillary–who should be demolishing her GOP rivals–is shockingly in a dead heat with Mr.T approaching the conventions and the November day of reckoning, Mr.Sanders numbers clearly indicate he would be able to win the 2016 election. Not that the media let that be widely known. Bernie is (egad!) an “outsider”.  He’s the Second Coming of Ralph Nader, for the love of our blessed (so-called) “two-party” system. Gather the children. Avert their innocent eyes!

If only someone else, maybe there’s someone else who’s not a Clinton and not Bernie Sanders, but who could sincerely channel Bernie’s mind-set,  while being a bona-fide Democrat and thereby preempting the smear tactic rhetoric of “socialist=communist” relentlessly flung at Sanders. If only…out there…somewhere, somewhere. There must be SOMEONE besides that CLINTON who is worthy of consideration. No? No! Not a chance. So, we get the Wall Street-connected candidate who attracts controversy simply by merely existing in the political context. Remember The Clinton Years when Bill was President? Constant investigations. Partisan, of course, but it was because they were THOSE Clintons. This “gate”, that “gate” and then, mind-bogglingly, Bill gives the republicans Monika Lewinski! Yeah, it’ll be those same two Clintons.

Now, can you say Bengazi? Can you say “private email server”?  Untrustworthy. Dishonest. Flip-flopper… (see above, poll numbers). More partisan investigations, creating doubt about her character, the Masons, the Tri-Lateral Commission, and her clear agenda to remain Hillary Rodham Clinton, in spite of it being so offensive to conservative politics and manifestly mentally unstable Americans who possess all those AR-15s.. It’ll be the Bill and Hillary political soap opera, ghost of the 90s revisited. The sequel!  Same old same old. A new face? Support a fresh voice (Bernie, circa 1970?) Really? Who needs that!? But there’s no one else the DNC could champion, remember? No. One. Doesn’t exist.

As Bernie Sanders, circa 2016,  continually pointed out, Ms.Clinton received over $200,000 numerous times to speak to the Wall Street crowd. Oh, and she voted for the phony Iraq war. And was for the Trans Pacific Partnership before being against it. A real breath of we the people fresh air! Her daughter, Chelsea, married a Wall Street gazillionaire. So, I’m sure Hillary is going to lay the whip to Wall Street. Sure, Day One of her administration!

But never you mind…

Hillary it is. And while the neo-fascists noted above are a horrific, deeply disturbing development, the prevailing, desperate appeal to those NOT HILLARY! voices (such as yours truly) to hold their nose and vote for candidate Clinton is exactly that: desperation. Whether some people who can’t stomach the idea of Hillary’s getting elected (not anti-woman, mind you; just anti-Clinton) she’s now the only hope of defeating Trump/Pence. The evil of two lessors. This mantra of it’s either Clinton or THEM is now so disturbingly, inexorably true that even Bernie Sanders has (methinks quite reluctantly) endorsed her, as has the democratic, female incarnation of Bernie, Elizabeth Warren. How corrupted a system we have. Even the reform minded are compelled to accommodate. Hope and change can wait a few more elections cycles. Or forever…

Trump/Spence or another status quo/quid pro quo Democrat. Perfect.

Well, in cinema, film noir, a post World War Two genre, explored corruption through the underbelly of the human soul, including the individual and right up to public and private institutions. All corruption is equal. The narratives in these films rode along on creaky and crooked tracks leading to a very dark, duplicitous, dangerous and ultimately doomed unhappy end-of-the-line. Noir is not meant to be uplifting or reassuring. It’s not cinematic escapism. It’s meant to make the viewer recoil from its cynicism and have a funk follow them home, lingering in the psyche like the tail end of a very disturbing dream.

Political noir. A double feature, starting very soon. Avert the children’s eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This Blog? No Problem

The service industry appears to be well stocked with a most diligent, committed work force with a matching work ethic. No slackers, these wait-staffers, clerks, librarians, baristas, bartenders, barbers, shoe repairers, trinket shop retailers, UPS/Fed-Ex delivery drivers,  busboys, valets, and random others with whom we share a brief moment of economic, business cum social interaction in daily life. Amazingly, whatever interaction has taken place, and the patron seeks simple closure with the standard, well-mannered thank you, it is a better than even-money bet the person on the receiving end of that expression of gratitude will respond with, not an expected “you’re welcome,”  but more likely,  a “no problem”.

I order a light roast coffee (at a place NOT called Barstucks, if you don’t mind) and pay for the brew, say thanks, I get the “no problem” exclamation. Substitute that barista with any of the above mentioned service workers and beyond, and more than likely the same verbal “stimulus/response” transpires: Thanks! “No problem”. No problem? Hmmm. Whatever was the possible problem that was avoided that necessitated that claim? What happened to a simple “you’re welcome”?  No problem? What did this person who probably performs some function in a necessary, formulaic, repetitious manner (as all jobs require, in one way or another,  perhaps exempting improvisational comics, and artists who traffic in abstract expressionism?) have to do that suddenly needed spontaneous tweaking or re-tooling or, re-wiring, seat-of-one’s-pants urgent troubleshooting, re-calculating, dodging, ducking, weaving, parrying, side-stepping, leaping, grappling, plugging, patching, exterminating, fumigating,  wiping up/off/over of, or in some way, shape, or form was confronted with the PROBLEM, it’s presence a preclusion of completing some nameless task, or at least the person perceived the problem lurking in its full potential, and thus, pre-emptively, a-priori style made sure that his/her rigorous preparedness, channeling Sun Tzu’s famous quote that all battles are won BEFORE they are fought, thereby entitled to express his/her triumphant uber servant vigilance by proclaiming “no problem” rather than “you’re welcome”?

Just once I’d like to hear this asserted lack of a problem with this person across a counter or just holding a door open explain what problem , exactly was avoided to reveal its lack of existence at our concurrent encounter in space and time?

I’m grateful, to be sure, that there was/is “no problem”. Bog in heaven knows there are lots of modern-day problems, some petty, some profound.  I know some jobs are definitely, inherently requiring of problem solving, but delivering that plate of food as ordered, or that cup of Joe, the person reaching for the precise piece of hanger-tagged dry cleaning as it comes around the conveyor belt bend, the bank clerk routinely cashing my check, the gas station attendant behind the military-grade protective glass who just slid my change into the narrow metal bowl-shaped area at the bottom of said bullet-proof glass with just enough space to get a few fingers in there to grasp said change, or just the random person for whom I felt the need to politely say “pardon me” in squeezing past him or her in a crowded corridor, getting off an elevator, or the hostess at Chotski’s or Fuddruckers or Vince & Tony’s Italian Grotto, or Gail’s Gluten-free Gastro Pub, and (you feel free to add something here anytime, okay?) are NOT such jobs;  none of those duties/situations are  inherently infested with pop-up problems, but regardless have seemingly changed the simple thank you/you’re welcome show of polite, civil manners into this oddball announcement of there being no problem, when almost with absolute certainty, there could hardly have been any problem that needed eradicating in the first place to justify uttering the now widespread meaningless response.

Now those who do have positions whose job descriptions are literally infused with problem solving, if they indeed solve the problem, let’s say along the lines of getting that current NASA probe all the way to Jupiter!, they might be excused if the next time they remind that diner one table over from them that someone in their party is about to leave a sweater or cell phone behind, can be excused if instead of after being thanked for the heads-up, invokes the no problem claim; that could be forgiven, since getting that probe from earth to jupiter had to be problem-solving on scientific steroids, no? Special dispensation…

Hats off to the real problem solvers of the world (and curses to those who appear to specialize in creating problems (that blog entry already variously represented the in jharrin4.com archives). Recall the deeply disturbing words of the Apollo 13 crew to ground control back in the earth-to-the-moon, manned space flights days: Houston, we have a problem! Maybe they won’t be able to get back to earth? That’s a problem!

But that was a real problem, that, crucially and with great diligence and brain power needed to be solved. And solved it was. Close call. Thanks!

Hey, no problem!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Zombie Apocalypse (marches on…)

Here in Chicagoland, May is trying to leave the frost warnings behind, then keep getting warmer until its time for, well, meteorological forces to conform to their (contemporary) nature. It’s been fairly predictable, in any part of the world, as to recorded historical seasonal changes. Of course, in the 21st century, the climate issue has reared up, with most climate scientists agreeing that humankind has helped in adversely messing with the forces of nature. Cause and effect. You know, greenhouse gases, depletion of the ozone. Carbon emissions. Fossil fuel dependence. Methane gas build-up, much of which comes from gazillions of bovines “passing wind”. That bodily function may seem a part of mammalian nature (hey, humans and other critters all poop. And fart. And those cows they can really cut loose). Meat eaters of the world demand more and more cow flesh. In the first-world countries, with the massive marketplaces with animal flesh for sale, whether fresh, frozen, tubular-style encased, or canned it is amazing what variety of meat is available. That fork of bovine bliss about to go down your hatch no doubt added lots to the methane factor in climate change before it felt the “it’s not personal, just business” slaughterhouse blade. Hope its demise resulted in a tasty meal… didn’t give you gas.

Supply and demand. What’s for dinner? Steak. Burgers. Oh, and Elsie the Cow knows what other beef dishes one craves. Whatever it is, it’s for sale. The slaughterhouse uses every part of that animal except its “moo” as they say. Oh, and never mind the deforestation factor in breeding and feeding all those future rib-eyes and sirloins, Big Macs or Moby Jacks, Whoppers, Whataburgers , Sliders and more. The consumer wants. The consumer gets. What’s to think about? Cow farts are changing the climate for the worse? Ha. Hey, where’s the ketchup and when is Game of Thrones on? Where’s that remote…?

Here in the U.S. of A., where consumerism/corporatism is the blood that courses through its capitalistic veins, it would appear that we the people certainly do consume, seemingly as though another force of nature–we consume lots of new material stuff that inevitably, thanks to that ticking clock, turns to junk: junk electronics, junk household furnishings, cars (still mostly gas guzzling), doodads, baubles, bangles, bric-a-bracs, trinkets, and countless items from one mall or virtual mall or another, most of which is coming from bottom-feeder importers (exploiting its workers with slave wages, but again, it’s about making product and profit. It’s not about humanity, other than their being willing or unwitting participants in an ever more heartless modus operandi).

Then there’s the junk food (made of cow parts and other critters, processed to please the palate if not prolong one’s life). Yes, time will turn all things to junk eventually. It certainly is a global marketplace, but the U.S. is pretty much ground-zero for mindless consumption and waste. Consume, throw away, consume more, throw away;  unbridled, brain-dead behavior fueled by slick, button-pushing, emotional appeals via marketing and advertising.  Gotta have the latest this or that. Apple, Samsung  zombies and such. Consume, create trash, waste, but in spite of the documented decline in our environmental health, not always cast aside responsibly. Landfills. Garbage barges. Plastic bags dangling from cable wires, trees, building antennas. Billions of  cigarette butts that’ll never get policed after that long last addictive drag. Of course, the companies that make the junk-to-be are given legislative cover to pollute and contaminate Mother Earth, as it depletes her resources in the name of profit. As Gordon Gecko famously said: “greed is good”.

And so, now those scores of climate scientists insist our planet is now sick. Mother Earth has a fever. Her temperature is rising. Ice caps are melting. The ozone is ripped open . Pollution above, and under our feet. How did she acquire her infirmity? Has she been imploding on her own?  Has Earth’s life cycle about run out in a natural death spiral? I doubt that. I, again, vote for humankind as the primary  virus that has compromised her immune system. You might say we’re a cancer that’s on its way to killing its host. But how much attention is being paid by John and Jane Doe regarding Mother Earth’s evident convulsions? Apparently, not nearly enough, by a long shot. And some people–science be damned–deny there’s even a problem. Some of these “climate deniers” hold significant positions in corporate America and in our national government, offering a non-scientific second opinion. Freak show. The worst corporatist government corrupting money has long since bought and now owns.

Ma Nature! What have these humanoids done to you?

Quick! Nurse! Get a 5,0oo,ooo, ooo cc syringe full of the medicine that counteracts stupid, lazy decision-making: a critical listening and thinking booster shot!  Quick, before it’s too late! It’s the anti-zombie antidote. It’s our only hope!

The air may be fouled and the water a bit brown or brackish but look, over there: and more  zombies, the ones who have messed up the political marketplace that now, too, needs remedy. Consumerism in the marketplace and in the ballot booth. Not a lot of smart choices being made lately (as in the last 50 years or so, methinks).

That is to assert, we the people now must face the consequences of decades of mindless, careless, even flat out stupid political decisions, and it may be too late to avoid a very creepy catastrophe: The 2016 presidential election looms ever larger, along with control of congress. That’s too short a time for Mother Earth to expire thanks to the aforementioned consumerism and related climate consequences, so if we’re not going to die of toxins in the air, water or that rib-eye, we’re going to have to deal with looks to be a chaotic, extremely volatile political climate first (though the non zombie-brained person already knows that the election results will certainly help or hurt our ailing planet). And this looming debacle is essentially the fault of a dumb and ever larger, dumber population of mindless, self-absorbed, instant gratification, short attention span, easily duped and deceived citizens of the richest, most powerful country to hold a sizeable chunk of Mother Earth’s real estate. We here, again, in politics, are a self-destructing pernicious, brain-eating virus that has resulted in a government, which for decades now, has been infested with variously manifestly insane, inane, racist, sociopathic, xenophobic, oligarchic, predatory, hypocritical, corrupt, inept, incompetent, misogynistic, exploitative, vile, venal, callous, and murderous (as in gutting environmental, public health, worker safety, prescription drug and such crucial legal protections. People die as a result of these dispassionate decisions. I call that murder); It’s an absurdist parade, decades long, of political vermin getting elected again and again, and again, who toss crumbs to the working class and  caviar to the so-called 1%-ers. You’d think by now the working stiffs would revolt, but someone is voting for the status quo or never bothering to vote at all. What we now have are political charades reported on with the same lazy approach as the water skiing squirrel , devoid of substance, relevance or rational analysis. Our elections are just another example of media perversions like the Kardashians, the Osbornes, Paris Hilton or The Apprentice. Look!  Isn’t reality crazy good?  “The News”. All covered without a shred of irony or one iota of meaningfulness and certainly with no desire to seek accountability (can you say Wall Street?) in matters that beg for old-school, investigative journalism.

Of course, this bland, banal, sensation-seeking media has given birth to Donald Trump, now running for President, recently an illogically over-watched reality show host, and now among the worst of the low hanging, rotten political fruit (cakes). The rot started, again, decades ago. Trump, the logical progression from having been offered empty-suited choices that have for so long, at many levels of our government, be it executive, legislative or judicial, statewide, county-wide and even the ward heelers in your hood, but having been wrong-headedly elected to office, or in some cases gaining office by theft and/or rigging voting maps, abetted by that lap-dog media, and creating an echo chamber of prevarication, cheap emotional appeals, divide and conquer tactics, smear campaigns, which apparently raise virtually no red flags or result in harsh learning of lessons by the consumer/voter. Again, accountability?  The people demand change? Hope and change? Sorry, but again, these dire circumstances, be it for our planet or our political fortunes, are the result of the same viral/brain-dead zombie/consumers doing what they do best. Make stupid decisions. We all must make choices. But how do we assess what to choose, be it in the commercial marketplace or the polling booth? Choose Trump? Trump? Trump?!

The zombie apocalypse has been decades in the making. Now our planet and our politics are gravely ill. The only hope is that critical listening/thinking antidote but who wants to be told they’re making really poor, irresponsible choices in life? People, in so many cases, vote directly against their best interests.  And then do it again.  One-issue voter-idiots; those who love style and seem not to notice the Emperor has no clothes.  Reagan, the union busting, original all style, no substance, media creature. Bill Clinton, the Democrat (!)who championed NAFTA and its job killing trade deals, and who gutted social/welfare programs. Then George. W. Bush who was inserted into the White House by the right-wing faction of the Supreme Court when it told Florida to stop counting ballots. His Iraq war based on lies. Was he trounced by the Democrats when he ran for re-election? No, somehow the people let his disastrous policies roll, as the imbedded media went along for the ride. And if only Barack Obama wasn’t so willing to try  and “reach across the aisle” to his intractable Republican enemies from Day One, and used his brief but very real Democrat-controlled congress to do what he was elected to do. Instead, the wars go on, no single-payer health care, no immigration reform, no Wall Street CEO’s held to account for ruining the lives of scores of American workers. What “two party” system is it we’re supposed to have? What checks and balances?

And now, while the ice caps melt and the planet’s fever worsens, somehow we have the billionaire, orange-haired, blowhard who specializes in bilious insults of women and minorities who is possibly going to be the next President, a person who is so ego-deranged he has even has asserted, in front of cameras and microphones, that he could shoot a person dead in mid-town Manhattan and not lose favor among his (zombie) supporters. This man is the nominee of the Republican party for President?

Then there’s the ex-First Lady Clinton and her corporate-controlled campaign and the Democratic Party trying to prop up her candidacy at the expense of any meaningful debate of her merits compared to a certain “democratic socialist” running against her for the Democratic nomination. She has millions of followers, too. And Super Pacs. And working class zombies lapping up her stealthy corporate candidacy . Zombies making choices without the least bit of serious analysis. Hillary the Hawk. Hillary, who hauls in 250K a speech in front of Wall Street Wolves. But she swears she’s all about the working stiffs.

And we come to that SOCIALIST, Bernie Sanders, who at nearly age 75 speaks about how it’s time for real change. “Enough is enough!” is his mantra.  No corporate donors to his campaign. Break up the big banks, he says. Kill the disastrous trade policies supported by both republicans and democrats. Make health care and education VERY affordable. Lessen spending on the military. Accountability! The man sounds as though he actually uses his intellect quite sincerely and with magnanimous intent. Holy crap!  He has millions of followers too, but given how the zombies have allowed our political environment to become so damaged, so far removed from a critical thinking, common good, sensible and logical reality, it appears things still need to get worse before the larger, zombie contingent is neutralized if not exterminated and the vast majority of people begin to think about choices and consequences. Stop and breathe-in the fresh, healthier ideas of a real man of the people.

Breathe!

Wake up, people!  Haven’t enough of you grown tired of the our long running Zombie Apocalypse,  Super I-Max reality show?

Let’s Bern some incense. Take deep breaths. Open your eyes and listen and think. It might clear your muddled minds. Maybe even save the world.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Examined Life

How are things in your world, friendos? Is your life a lark, or a long daze journey into fright? Happy with the job? Have no job? Is the family close-knit and cozy and comforting, or nit-wits and disconcerting? No family at all? Pets? You know, those critters that, unlike humanoids, are non-judgmental and generally easy to please. They even lower blood pressure, say some studies. I’m talking about domesticated pets. Beware of letting Scout or Buddy out, lest they encounter the encroaching wolf, who will dispatch your furry best friend, even if it’s sizeable with a snarling junk yard disposition . Your cat? Oh, please! That critter would be a quick appetizer for the feral, hungry badass wolf,  who shares about 98% of the DNA of its canine cousins. But do beware that last, vicious, predatory 2% difference.

Are you some Master of the Universe?  Do you command the Corridors of  Corporate Power? Or maybe at least a mid-ranking officer?  Maybe you settle for just being master of your own domain, and the corporate  halls you skittishly stroll can be found at soon-to-be off-shored Acme Widget, Inc.; but you’re just looking for the new 13th floor bathroom (which recently went transgender and you’re either cool with that or not).

We’re all a work-in-progress, on a journey that, inexorably, will reach the terminus: the path to your fixed purpose is laid with iron rails upon which your soul is grooved to run (and a tip of the hat to Herman Melville). The best we can hope for is a final destination that does not require the least bit of self-awareness or toil. Maybe some friendly dogs or cats. Or that “nothingness” Wallace Stevens alluded to: it takes a heart of winter to see the nothingness that is not there and the nothingness that is. Last stop: Nadaville.

Anyway, whatever the essential mojo that encapsulates one’s life on our mortal coil, be it one that permits life on Park Avenue or the Mag Mile, expense accounts and limos or places you on Desolation Row or the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, dumpster diving and panhandling at the top of the expressway off-ramp (metaphor!) each soul must depend wholly on itself (said Elizabeth Cady Stanton) and know that the unexamined life is a life not worth living (kudos to Socrates).

Make of those quotes what you will. Look inward. There’s plenty to consider as we speak our lines and act upon the world’s stage. If you feel your character in this somber drama, dramedy, this farce, satire, parody,  screwball comedy, thriller, non-linear puzzler, spoof, this epic saga of life, is hard to pin down, perhaps you are the ideal dining patron for “New Gatherer” restaurant, in Chicago. There you can fill your belly with menu items especially crafted to fit some pop culture narrative such as Game of Thrones. Lord of the Rings or The Chronicles of Narnia. Just for a while, you can recalibrate your self-image into one those fantasies (as a mighty force of noble justice!) and find momentary purpose and meaning with each molecule of delicately prepared mutton vapor that you breathe in. Maybe even find something on the plate that resembles food, rather than a goddam art project. But Enjoy! You can only live once (but don’t tell that to the Hindus!) Yeah vapor and vapid circuses. You’re living large…

Until the check comes…

Keep in mind, places like Gatherer is one of those uber trendy places that attracts diners mostly who possess fat wallets and upscale tastes. So, if you are not of the manner born maybe you recently hit the Mega Millions jackpot, or saved up for a few years to celebrate that expected promotion you figure to be announced by the next time Halley’s Comet comes cruising around the cosmic bend (but I hate to tell you, it isn’t going to happen because your company is closing shop here and moving operations to Bangladesh. That announcement will be posted on your Facebook  and Linked-in pages). Sorry, those iron rails carrying us to our fixed purpose cannot be found on any rail map, and so who knows what twists and turns, both gratifying or demoralizing, exhilarating or terrifying, lie ahead?

What the hell, though. Why would anyone want to pay through the nose to eat absurdly small portions of food, which most of those haute cuisine establishments have as their elite business model. You’re better off not trying to be a hipster. Stay grounded. Be practical. Don’t let the emotions betray you, your appetite or your bottom line. You can always go to Planet Hollywood or Johnny Rockets and lose yourself in their themed nonsense for a relative pittance. Or just eat at home, cooking sensible, sustainably produced food, organic grub, gluten-free feasts.  If that’s too exhausting, microwave a single serve pack of Pad Thai; if none of the above appeals, there’s a Jimmie Johns or Papa Johns that’ll deliver. Call em.  Then wait for the doorbell to ring. You’ve made your choice. You are in command.

Until that buzzer sounds, noting the fulfillment of your momentary greatest need,  sit back, pet the pooch or fluffy, or the spouse equivalent, call uncle Louie or aunt Sally, or your good times that used to be, or don’t. Pop in season five of “Thrones” or the dvd for “Narnia” or “Rings” and use that imagination as you chow down on that delivery. New Gatherer?  I’m so sure! Let those rails take you away…and away…and assume your journey is one for the ages.

I’ll leave you with one more quote, from Steven Wright: I have an existential map; it has you are here written all over it. But no rail lines…

 

 

 

 

 

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Oh, Yee of Little Faith

So, back to that Easter/is-there-a-god? ( of any kind) question. Quite ironically, the other day I had to spend a while trying to explain to one of my public speaking students why I didn’t approve of his proposed persuasive argument: there is no god.

This particular student is an aspiring physicist. Bully for him. He’s got that scientific, empirical-mindedness on lock-down, based on his unwillingness to agree with me that for him to “prove” there is no god is just as impossible for another person (that true believer) to prove there is indeed one. What would his “evidence” be, other than the lack of any evidence whatsoever that god exists? There is not one shred of actual, direct, conclusive evidence on either side of this confounding argument.There’s circumstantial evidence. Sure.You know, the good and evil in the world. A seeming miracle here, an unspeakable horror there. The Virgin Mary’s image on burnt toast. The slaughter of those children at Sandy Hook. It’s called inferential reasoning. But, like the weather forecasters do, that sort of connecting the dots line of reasoning may or may not lead to any ultimate, accurate, truth. There’s no predicting the future with any accuracy. Well, other than what the Chicago Cubs pose in that regard. But in this case, I’d say one can connect dots that wrap around the world and then realize the dots lead nowhere but back to dot One. I said I (grudgingly) believe there must be a power or “creator” behind our existence. We could not have come from nothing, because how can nothing produce something unless there is something with which to create from, however rudimentary or minuscule? But then, from whence did that itsy bit of something come? And so on and so on. And this posssible supreme being/power? Same question.

We can see the stars and moon and the life-sustaining sun, but while these celestial wonders inspire spiritual speculation and lots of sappy love poems, they certainly don’t give us any way of knowing why they exist in the first place. Scientist can talk about super novas, black holes and the Big Bang and blow our minds with their rigorous calculations and cause/effects, but they have yet to find some supreme being out there overseeing the seemingly endless, cold infinite reaches of deep space. Of course! There has to be a god! Just look up there. That proves it? Look around down here. Sure about that?

So, my rigorously logical thinking student, with all of the tangible evidence of what does indeed exist, right down to his string theory discourse, seems to feel he is entitled to invoke that, all that we can see, feel, hear, taste, touch, smell and dream of is somehow able to ipso facto prove that another thing most certainly cannot exist. The true believer has the same circumstantial evidence.

There is no way of knowing who is right in this matter. And all that bloodshed won’t ever clear things up. However, the bitter irony is that seeing isn’t believing,  one way or another. It’s believing is seeing…or not seeing.

Take your pick. Just don’t try to sell either variety of that snake oil in my classroom. Take it outside. Settle it in the parking lot of the Milky Way, as far from me as possible. I don’t want to get any splatter on my soul.

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Keeping the Faith

Easter Sunday. 2016. A very big day at the Vatican, among other locations where the Christian faithful pay homage to Jesus Christ, risen from the dead, three days after his crucifixion by order of Pontius Pilate somewhere around (it is speculated) A.D.30-33.

Those who speculate on more than the exact date of the crucifixion, as in the veracity of the entire narrative of Jesus’ healing powers and being the son of god (hmm, should that be Son of God, punctuation-wise?) and all the rest, are the notorious agnostics. Those who don’t bother to speculate at all, and just dismiss the narrative, along with just about every last word in the Old and New Testaments, are  called atheists. Or Infidels, in some circles.

In various parts of the world not being a true believer can get you killed. No, wait. I must be more specific. In some places, not being the true believer can get you killed because you DO believe in a god–just the wrong one. Think, of course, of the current conflict between the Christian and Muslim faiths. Jesus and Mohammad. Oh, there are other, different gods and faiths and followers of each, from Buddhism to Hinduism to Rastafarianism, with threads of Christianity woven through some, others not so much.

Call me an atheionostic. As such, I doubt (how can I know for certain?) there is a god or supreme power or major mojo domo that conforms precisely to any organized religion or system of belief. Hey, realize that atheism is a system of belief. So, to not believe in any religion/god is to believe in something. I, you, everyone thus does believe. Even when you don’t. And regardless, as noted above, any of these “beliefs” can get a person killed.  Usually in the name of some god or other. So, if you want to believe in a specific god, best keep it to yourself, eh?

because…

Never has so much blood been shed as for that of the kingdom of god…

So, happy Easter Sunday, you true believers of that Christian narrative. It’s your day.  Peace and love!

But, alas, just today in Lahore, Pakistan, over 60 people, many women and children, died in yet another terror attack–targeting the Christian minority in that area. Muslim extremists are the suspects.  A few days ago it was Brussels. And countless others before that; long, LONG before that. Perhaps some of these horrific acts are more political than religious in their antecedents, but political movements are systems of belief. In my world, that’s the same as being a religion, though it does seem that religious factions usually claim responsibility.

Jesus Christ may or may not have literally risen from the dead, but what does it matter, anyway, if there is an ultimate god of any sort or not?, because that god sure isn’t directly, assertively doing anything to stop the carnage that takes place in its name. When someone dies in a suicide bombing or car bombing or other means of snuffing out precious human life (or maybe not so precious?) those left behind likely pray for their departed. Those who survive, many times, immediately thank “god”.

Why is their god so arbitrary as far as who lives and dies when the terror comes? And, again, why does this “almighty” deity not intervene, strike the terrorist dead in his or her tracks before detonating and let innocents live? What? This god permits free will? If so, why bother having this god if it includes the will to kill others simply because they have backed another deity? Wait, the sinner will pay in the next life? There’s no logic in that line of thinking. Just blind, desperate, wishful thinking in order to feel the guilty will endure punishment. Unknowable, however, logic would dictate.

That’s why I can’t buy into any religion that has a “book” behind it (that the whack jobs interpret to justify the terror attacks on perceived “enemies”) and temples and churches (where those same loose cannons likely lurk). It all defies logic. As someone who once actually was present at THE Vatican on Easter Sunday, I sincerely can state that I simply sensed  a lot of people gathered there in front of a big, lavishly designed building. What I witnessed was not much different than showing up at Soldier Field to watch the Chicago Bears and hoping for salvation in the form of a victory. (Sports. Another religion). Anyway, I  wasn’t stricken dead by a bolt from above for not being enthralled or spiritually elevated that Easter Sunday. Fortunately, there were no nasty incidents of any kind that morning in Rome. Whew!

Then again, logic also dictates I can’t help but feel there has to be some kind of creator behind our existence. But what that is? What?! We came from something. From somewhere. Somehow. Big Bang theory? Yeah, well who set the fuse to ignite that explosion? Madness…

Well, if Jesus came back from the dead, maybe someone else eventually will, too. Then he or she can explain in plain, universal, language the coming and going and coming again and who is the operator behind that curtain, that one over there, that we’re not suppose to pay any attention to whether we believe it’s there or not because it’s impossible to see anyway. If you see the Buddha by the side of the road, kill him! Why? Because it has to be an imposter. The Buddha, as with all deities, is merely a mental construct, held together with spiritual brick and mortar.

In the meantime, do unto others as you would have them  do unto you…

Wait. Never mind. That scripturally derived advice doesn’t seem to be working. But keep that belief/faith, baby!, whatever it is. You have one, whether you want to admit it (or even know it) or not. But don’t kill anyone for not sharing whatever that mind-set is, okay?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Aghast in Wonderland

The Matrix is a groundbreaking film depicting humankind subjugated by the digital technologies it created. A classic. Are we in the matrix? Is anything we experience real–or just a computer program messing with our minds? Hmm. Look around. At times, I indeed wonder. Now more than ever. Do I wonder…

But the film’s creators, the Wachowski brothers, Larry and Andy, recently announced they have themselves tinkered with hard-core reality, as in changing from brothers to sisters. They now are Lilly and Lana Wachowski. Seriously.

Good for them! No more transgender confusion to grapple with.

Such irony, though. The Matrix. Morpheus. Shifting human form. What is reality? How can we be certain we’re not just dreaming? Are we seeing the world through our own eyes or being manipulated somehow, by something?;  and though we sense things don’t feel quite right, it’s just so difficult to identify what exactly is going on. Something just doesn’t feel quite right. The Wachowskis must have both been slowly but inevitably sensing a glitch in their wiring. Not any longer, though. Re-wired, so-to-speak.

Kinda crazy, huh? How does that feel? But to quote the Cheshire Cat, of Alice in Wonderland–from which the Matrix film referenced in regards to its protagonist discovering how far down goes that notorious rabbit hole and do you rally want to find out?–I’m not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.

The Wachowski sisters have a new, apparently preferred, gender reality. I’m okay as a male of the species, but I envy Lilly and Lana. They must feel better about themselves and their place in the world right now.

My sense of reality?

It’s not much of a wonderland. I think I need re-wiring. Or the rest of world does. The more things change the more they stay insane? In the meantime, I’ll settle for residing, partially, in the digital do-it-yourself world of WordPress.

Welcome to my rabbit hole.

 

 

 

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History Lessons

There are now five candidates still running campaigns for President. Three Republicans, two Democrats. The guy with the orange hair gets most of the media coverage. He was literally created by the media, having become quite successful as a reality TV creature in “The Apprentice”. Sure, Agent Orange has been a media favorite for a long time. He has hotels and casinos named–not after him, but named after him/by himself. He brags about being great at cutting deals and coming out richer for the effort. Never mind his documented business failures and bankruptcies. Hey, no one is perfect. This candidate for President is oh, so far from perfect, spouting blatantly xenophobic, racist, misogynistic pronouncements with seeming immunity granted by the mainstream media, which is ipso facto conducting a feast of folly for the ages. Yes, the “news” programs love Agent Orange.  And why not? The corporate media traffics in the superficial and sensational, not the the substantial and serious. Context? Analysis? Dream on. Sir Orange even asserted he can shoot someone and his followers would still stick with him, yet those mics and cameras gravitate toward him, pulled into his black hole of buffoonery and bluster day after day.  He’s won most of the come-and-gone primaries. Those polls reflect his popularity (!) among a certain (disturbing) segment of the American populace. It’s hard to imagine that he can win the Oval Office. However…

…I’m at the point where it seems possible. Note my recent blog entry asserting the documented voter suppression and the “strip and flip” theft of votes on electronic voting machines. But even with that, are there really enough xenophobes, bigots, misogynists and racists to elect him to be President? Well, that depends on how many of the potential voting public votes in November, especially those who have a reasonable grasp on our current grim reality. Agent Orange’s followers will absolutely make it to the polls. Make no mistake, there are millions and millions of Americans who reject this “colorful” candidate’s character. It’s not too hard for the rational, sensible voter-citizen to realize there is  a lot at stake in the November election, in all levels of national government.

Unless Agent Orange is somehow sabotaged at the Republican convention, it seems a fait accompli he will be representing the GOP  in that fall election. Not that the other GOP hopefuls are much less frightening!

But wait! There’s millions and millions of people who are excited about either Hillary Clinton  or Bernie Sanders. The media, however, doesn’t  fawn over either of them–especially Bernie–the way it does for Agent Orange. But between Hillary and Bernie, Ms.Clinton usually is the lead story as far as how the race for the White House is shaping up for the Democratic side of our alleged “two party” system of government.

At this point, Hillary seems to be on her way to the nomination. That’s what the media has asserted even before primary season started. Clinton. That name. Sure. Wife of ex-President Bill. Former New York senator and Secretary of State during Barack Obama’s first term as current President. By comparison, Bernie has come out from a political wilderness called Vermont where he ran and won a seat in his state’s senate proclaiming himself to be–of all things political–a socialist! Socialist? But when he announced his run for President in May of 2015, he was wise enough to run as a Democrat. A democratic socialist, to be precise The media first snickered at him, then virtually ignored his existence. But, if you are at all politically aware on this 23rd of March 2016, he is quite popular (thanks to social media and lots of individual donations, and none from corporate puppet-masters) and has won numerous primaries. Now, in spite of his initial lack of name recognition and the media’s dismissal of him, it had has no choice to at least, in dribs and drabs, acknowledge he not only does exist, but he speaks passionately and honestly, and has a detectable, palpable political pulse.

Neither Hillary or Bernie have any assurance at this point that they will get the nomination, though Hillary is ahead in delegates. But Bernie isn’t 37 lengths behind as they make the far turn and keep heading to the long stretch run, which include New York and California  the two primaries that have enough combined delegates at stake to keep things lively. The finish line is still a good distance ahead.

Here’s my concern: There are  scores of hard core Bernie supporters (and there are many, mostly flying beneath the mainstream media’s radar in regards to polling techniques) who really, truly dislike Hillary Clinton. She has the above noted political assets, but does come off as a bit of a hypocrite when trying to deny her corporate connections and “super pac” contributions, her military hawkishness and bizarre praise for nefarious political personaes such as the Reagans and Henry Kissenger. She panders pathetically to the Afro American voter who, ironically was done no favors when her husband joined republicans in gutting social/welfare/safety net programs, and championed NAFTA,  the trade agreement that sent scores of blue collar jobs out of the country. Evidently, based on the primary results racial breakdown, many Afro Americans believe Hillary’s promises to not be like minded in such matters. Berne calls her out on all these bits of history. Then she dodges, weaves, and deflects in a dissembling kind of well nuanced dance. Then, not-so-subtly she parrots some of Mr.Sander’s liberal ideas enough to add disingenuous to the list of unflattering adjectives used by her detractors to describe her characteristics on the campaign trail (I’m talking about the Sanders detractors, exclusively, at this point).

So, if Ms.Clinton is the nominee, and scores of Bernie true believers feel another kind of burn, one that hasn’t enough time to heal by ballot casting time, enough may refuse to vote for her (and vote Green, Independent, Mickey Mouse or whatever, or not at all) then with the red state voter suppression and theft, Agent Orange could–egad!–become…

I won’t blame Ms.Clinton, though, should this nightmare scenario come to pass. Nor will I blame the Sanders supporters. I’ll blame the absolutely terrible, corrupted election process in this country. The activist Court. The bought-and-paid-for congress. Bait-and-switch administrations past and present. Oh, and voter apathy…ignorance. The collective erosion of empathy…

Well, we shall see. Yesterday’s terror attack in Brussels provides fresh red meat for the Islam-a-phobes on the Right, adding energy to their fiery rhetoric of fear mongering. As has been shown in recent history, fear mongering works. Does it ever. Demonization. Divide and conquer. Iraq. Remember? A phony war by a phony president. Aided and abetted by a complacent and compliant mass media,  that shoulders plenty of blame if we go off a cliff.

It’s should be quite a summer. As a long-standing student of history,  especially in its political context, I’m hoping it doesn’t repeat itself in regards to certain shocking and regrettable outcomes. You know, those who don’t learn from the past are doomed to repeat it. You bet. As James Joyce famously lamented: history is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Setting the Betting Line: Election 2016 (originally posted a year ago–I told you so edition)

Yesterday, the 2016 NCAA men’s basketball tourney brackets were announced. Office pools will have bracket fanatics prognosticating on game results. There’s no “betting line” involved in bracket guessing. It’s instinct and dumb luck that will have someone, somewhere pick as many winners as possible, including the ultimate winner of the trophy.

There will be a betting “line” on each game, and if one team is a “prohibitive favorite”, the Vegas sport “books” likely will have that favorite go off, before the game even starts, as  “laying” 25-30 pts. That means the underdog is winning 25 or 30 to nothing even before the refs starts the game. In games featuring more evenly matched teams, the “dog” might get 2, 3 points. Get it (those not hip to the gaming jargon)? Oh, and the House always gets some “vig” even if the bet is a winner. The vig is the price of merely doing business with the casino or even your local, charming juice loan operator.

These terms will ALL be on the test!

Sports generate lots of betting revenue. College and pro football and basketball lead the way in getting the casual or committed gambler to examine the odds and plunk down some moolah. The House usually wins (and the bettor loses $$, plus that “vig”). All those mega casino/resorts in Sin City are brick and mortar proof of it. It’s hard to “handicap” that betting line with any certainty. There’s never, ever really  “a mortal lock” or “lead-pipe cinch” as far as an outcome. It’s called gambling!  Hey, life is a gamble, right? From the moment we stagger out of bed it’s all akin to a roll of the dice. Could be winning 7’s. Or  instant  “snake eyes” to reckon with. So, no matter how confident one may be about a bet, we can just never know for sure. Not until that fat lady sings…

Taking notes? Betting jargon 101. That test will be unannounced…

But wait. Ever heard of another bit of jargon mostly related to gambling on just about anything?: the fix is IN. What that means is that someone or two or who knows how many nefarious types have tampered with things. The endgame isn’t going to reflect a natural, honest, outcome in which the winners and losers are determined. These things have happened over and over through the decades. Players, coaches, and those who influence the fix usually get busted, sooner or later. Loose lips sink…ya know? The cards might be stacked. The dice have been loaded.

Which leads me to our election process. You can even bet on elections! Really! Right now, Oddschecker has Hillary favored to become President at 8/15 odds (you bet $15 on Hillary in order to win $8). Sanders is at 12/1. Hey, bet a buck, maybe win twelve. Or add some zeros to the initial number and increase that payoff. If you pick the winner. A certain candidate with an odd orange hue is listed at 16/5. Do the math…

Whatever other cites have as their betting lines on the candidates, I  must assert that there is one “line” not being publicized: the vote suppression/theft line. Seriously. If you may recall, the 2000 election for President had the notorious “hanging chads” in Florida, with the Supreme Court ultimately (by a 5-4 vote) appointing George Bush as winner when they told the Florida election officials to stop verifying voting ballots. Ensuing analysis of the Florida fiasco was that Al Gore legitimately won Florida and its electoral votes that would have given him the White House. This has been documented (if skeptical, use some critical thinking and do some research on it. It’s out there.) Along with what happened in Ohio in 2004, when John Kerry’s announced 4% lead in that state late in the evening somehow disappeared in what has been called a “statistical improbability” Some statisticians even say it was an impossibility.  By 2 A.M.Bush that night, had a 2% lead and, like with Florida in 2000, those electoral votes meant he, not Kerry would be the winner. Again, the facts are out there, though not disseminated by the mainstream media. Hell, bizarrely neither AL Gore or John Kerry even bitched about the stink of seeming election fraud, a fact that begs a certain cynical, disturbing question about our so-called two-party system of government. Isn’t there suppose to be at least some token opposition or dispute in those two cases of the fix is IN?

The clear lesson of 2000 and 2004 is that if the election is close, then it’s ripe for tampering and tinkering with the outcome. Recall that President Obama won both his elections by healthy margins. Don’t think some votes weren’t tinkered with though. Hanging chads are one thing. Electronic voting machines are another. Harvey Wasserman has a book coming out entitled The Strip and Flip Selection of 2016: Five Jim Crows and Electronic Election Theft. Wasserman is a bona fide journalist. He pinpoints the type of electronic machines that have been proven “hackable” using the terms “strip and flip” to explain how Kerry’s late night Ohio advantage was systematically wiped out. Strip the original voter’s choice and flip it to the opponent. In 2000 and 2004 Florida and Ohio, respectively, had Republican governors and, perhaps more importantly, Republican Secretaries of State, who command election day machinations. These are facts, not “sour grapes”. If you are a fan of conservative politics, you’re welcome to say stop living in the past and get over it, which has been the mantra for the last 16 years. Well, in the immortal words of Bartleby the Scrivener, I’d prefer not to…get…over…it.

Beyond the hanging chads, and strip and flip scenarios, there’s Republican controlled states right now that have passed blatant voter suppression laws. There’s several, including North Carolina, Kansas, Texas, Ohio and Wisconsin that now require special ID’s, elimination of same-day registration, dual registration systems and other laws that appear to target college-age people, seniors and the poor, most of whom historically vote more Democratic than Republican.

Okay, I’m not a professional odds maker, but based on my knowledge of those recent dubious voting outcomes for President and the current crop  of “red states” that have enacted those sinister voting laws, along with those infernal electronic voting machines, (no paper trail!) I hereby assert that, before the Tuesday in November later this year welcoming citizens to the polls to decide many offices, none more prized than President, the Democratic candidates are at a disadvantage (whether they care or not, and I really do wonder in some cases given our current Democratic appointed U.S.Attorney General’s seeming lack of challenging and prosecuting red state, anti-democratic voting restrictions). I’d say the Democrats are about three to four millions votes in the hole RIGHT NOW.

So, if you are hoping for Hillary or Bernie to prevail, then vote and ask for a paper ballot, and maybe they can win by at least 5%. If not, get ready for Agent Orange, or The Messiah or the little robo-candidate to prevail.

Wanna bet? I’ll give you 9/5 odds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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