America

There just might be some hope after all?

Kanook (a mixed breed) – Sept 2009
Here we sit with our hands against our foreheads and our heads hung, afraid to look
up and peer around the corner of our living room, expecting some doom and gloom
figure to come waltzing into the room with another 8-months of a Presidential
campaigning splashed across our screens, or worst yet another person elected by
popular vote with the losing party maintaining he was born on the moon! We shutter
and shake as we watch the financial world that was created by the happy American
worker, that was promised a much greater land of opportunity as a Free-Trade-
Agreement was crammed down our throats and little by little we watched as our jobs
went somewhere else, our world faded away. Not to worry the corporate leaders
said, with an evil grin, as their profits shot through the roof with the use of unskilled
cheap labor across our borders, then in the midst of all that our world was warming
up and it was because of our beloved and cherished automobile, which they said was
sacrificing our seldom seen Polar Bears.
What are we to do, from the left and the right we have been shaken, torn, and beat
down by financial institutions we never heard of, and they in turn looked to us to bail
their butts out when their bets on some paper they bought went the way of a
hangover in Las Vegas – and on top of that a government who valued the oil under
the ground of some foreign land more than our young men – who went and who died.
The government turned a deaf ear and looked the other way as some of their cronies
made billions from their excursion overseas to fight over a land that when it came
right down to it, was for the love of black gold, the stuff that propelled our beloved
automobile on the highways and byways of our great land,
It came all crashing down when some of us found out we could no longer afford the
house, much less the garage that sheltered our car, and the real shock came when
we finally realized we couldn’t afford to put the black gold in their tanks to mobilize
them, even though we had our young boys fighting the corporate battles for those
wanted to control it and make ridiculous profit from its sale.
We rubbed our hands together and looked to the Potomac for our saving grace, our
looks were in vain and soon turned to outright frustration and anger – we needed a
change, we’d already dropped over $700 million into the financial institutions that
brought our house of cards down, but in reality it all came down to all those jobs now
being done overseas, didn’t it? The biggest consumer population in the world was
brought to its knees because of the greed and corruption in our business world and lo
and behold in our government. As we watched the TV and cruise the Internet, we
might have had little money, but we did have our 3-5 minute sound bites, and we
were learning slowly but surely we were in deep, you know what, it had really hit the
fan.
 And then the election process for our highest public office in the land begin – we got
a constant barrage of who’s who and what for, until our brains reeled and tossed like
a sailboat in the Perfect Storm, which it was. On one side representing the party in
office was a well decorated veteran of a foreign war that ended up being the war to
hate, he had been captured and water boarded until he went bald, his running mate
was a bouncy brunette from the wilds of our 49th state, that had more air in her head
then a Goodyear tire with her international experience based on her premise she
could see Russia from her front porch. On the other side, after the dust settled
between him and his competitor, whose husband said that day in office with the
intern was because he was under a lot of stress, emerged a mixed-breed individual,
his biggest advantage being he could talk, and about that time America was a bit
fed-up with a President that spoke in chopped up sound bites, his delivery framed
with a smirk that if he had it on his face when he asked for his wife’s hand from her
father, would have shot him!
The two sides scrapped right up to the end, and when the storm blew over America
had picked the mixed-breed, which still hasn’t, in some minds, set right, especially
the conservative right and even some not so conservative…but we’re not sitting here
to discuss politics are we. Please, one more little item, in 9-months the powers-that-
were have managed to throw on our plates that the mess that was created years
before it even entered in the mixed-breeds mind to run for public office, was a direct
result of his election and his actions – we are a gullible lot aren’t we?
I could sit here and point fingers in every direction for the mess we’re in, and
99.999% of the time it would not be a wasted exercise, but I. sitting here and
assuming all the blame for the economic collapse of the world is a bit much, and
likewise sitting here listening to our “on-top-of-it” fat and stupid talk radio host, one
in particular from a non-descript little town in central California, I draw the line. If
you know what I mean, leaning against the fence on the other side we find another
California resident who had a permanent smile pasted on her face about three days
after Noah stepped from the ark, who in the past has screamed for union rights, until
it came to operating her winery in Northern California and she sat in the middle of
her vines with a shotgun keeping the union at bay. Yep, we’re in a mess!
What the hell is happening, we as a nation are so close to anarchy it deadly, and the
election of a mixed-breed hasn’t set well with the white race that once roamed like
Roman conquers over this land accompanied with a wagon full of whiskey to give to
their ‘brown brothers”…someone, the American public, punched a hole in their rule
and they are having a hard time living with that…”What, we don’t know what we’re
doing?”, don’t listen to them they knew exactly what they were doing, putting a
Times Square pickpocket to shame on New Year’s Eve, as they lifted your pocketbook
and you let them, jobs overseas remember that! Now they’re running around in
circles in a grand attempt, like their forefathers who took the Native American’s land,
trying to circle their wagons in their rush to blame a brand new sitting government…
trouble is their wagons are now running slower on the lost gains from their illegal
earnings.
 It took a world war to bring us together to defeat an evil axis, so they say, and our
American workers and their purchase of War Bonds to defeat others and build our
country into an economic powerhouse. Hopefully we’ll find another way to once again
emerge from the darkness of power and greed. At this time it’s hard to say, war or
peace? Too bad it’s not as simple as that, and yet it is! But the groups that make
their living off of manufacturing armament say it’s not and continue to march toward
armed conflicts across the globe, under one pretext or the other, their biggest
slogan, would you like that style of government in your backyard?
My daughter pointed out to me that just the other day a 51-year-old part time
census employee was found in the great state of Kentucky, near a graveyard strung
up with the famous 13-knot rope with the word, “fed” scrawled on his chest, or ever
sharp FBI is investigating the possibility that it might have been an anti-government
sentiment. Nobody ever accused the FBI as really being on the ball, especially when
it comes to the south which operates under its own rules and regulations when it
comes to rum-runners and the Fed. That’s the scary part, in their opinion, whoever it
is, believe the wrong person was elected to oversee the actions of this country. An
ex-president said its plain and simple, racism, while the other party’s members,
gentlemen them all, scream out in a congressional presentation “you lie” and people
flock to give him millions for his re-election. Yet they deny the possibility of racism,
you wonder, as do other sane members of our society what road are we on?
It wouldn’t surprise me at all to find out that in some backwoods part of our nation,
classes are being conducted on how to break the security shield we afford our top
leader, while the fat talk show host screams platitudes over the PA, and that the
classroom attendants go to sleep with a color photo of him under their pillows,
wouldn’t be surprised at all!
There is an old axiom that states, when the going gets rough, detract the attention
of the masses by giving them a new direction, pointing them away from the real
problem at hand, well it worked well in some countries and know it’s working like
gangbusters here. A member of our previous administration made a statement that
the recession was “all in our minds”, he left before the election. His arrogance was
an example of the higher-ups (elites my daughter likes to say), who led this country
down the path of ignorance and bliss, kind of like the new FED chairman looking into
the cameras’ telling us we’re on the path to recovery and you go to the grocery store
and price a tomato, say what?
Remember that American dream, the decked out automobile, well it’s shrunk a bit,
and most of you are driving a foreign build set of wheels with a smaller engine and a
build in GPS unit that is even making the Sunday drive boring. Sunday drives were
meant to make the man of the house look stupid when he wound up on some county
road to Aunt Mabel’s as lost as a 5-year-old in kindergarten on their first day.
But all is not lost, why I read the other day that we have found water on the moon,
great! If they had made an announcement they’d found oil, BP, Exxon and a few
others would already be building a pipeline to there and back to pipe the Black Gold
into our precious auto’s, Wala (I speak true). Since it is just water the task of
developing the moon will have to wait a few decades, until they find a reason to
increase the pockets of the real energy producers of the world, the oil men!
But again, all is not lost, the other day another announcement was made they
discovered millions of barrels of oil in Kern County, California and a mammoth
amount in the US waters in the Gulf of Mexico causing untold joy at the Suburban
plant of General Motors, saved by the bell!
Did we draw a buy in our race to beat the deep recession roaming around in our
borders, albeit it might be decades before the crude hits our gas tanks, the politicians
across the land cheered and the parade masters for Detroit are once again gearing
up for a parade of our auto-makers resurgence as a super-power with their cars, and
our love affair can go on and maybe we can lift the import tax on rice manufactured
tires from China – everyone will sing and dance and reruns of Mr. Kelly and his
“Dancing in the Rain” will flood the drive ins around the USA filled with hot-rods and
four-door pickups geared to cross the Rockies cross country – yep, you bet as another
false dawn rolls across America and the bankers roll out the carpet for the American
consumer barely scraping by on the Government dole. “We’ve seen the end” the
headlines scream in our local newspaper, as the new President considers bailing
them out, we’ve arrived alright!
Where is the question?