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Late Night Ramblings

I’m laying here in bed, thinking of my life and the lives of my friends. This isn’t the America we were taught about. This isn’t the country we grew up in just thirty years ago. Where did we go so wrong? Is the Great Experiment dead? Will freedom and democracy be nothing more than a blip in human history? We certainly don’t live in a representative democracy right now. I don’t know a single person who feels as if any level of government represents them or their interests today.

The optimist in me wants to believe that humanity can overcome where we are at this point in history. People have faced darker days and worse obstacles. My papaws both fought in wars, one in WWII, the other in Korea. They both shed blood for this country, and I want to believe they didn’t do so in vain. I want to feel hope for tomorrow.

But the realist in me sees darker days before the light. Our system is rigged against the average person. Some want you to believe the problem is that half the country lives on welfare, expecting the rest to care for them. You’ve seen the propaganda, but the facts don’t support that. Take a minute of your time and research the actual numbers of who receives government assistance and what percentage of that money makes up the overall federal budget. It’s a small amount.

What I see, what scares the hell out of me, is a growing shift in this country of a new form of slavery. Working people who toil their entire lives making fortunes for the corporate masters without livable wages, without adequate healthcare, without suitable education, without any possibility of upward mobility or leaving a better life for their children. I call it the New Dark Ages.

People are regressing. Civility and decency are receding. Look around in public. Look at how dumb and ignorant people have become. Look at how rude and aggressive people are on the roads. Look at how many people go through their days like mindless drones. Look at what’s popular on TV. We’re hardly more than savages.

At this point, I have no answers. I can’t see a way out of this downward slope into a plutocracy of the unfathomable haves and the great mass of working slaves. Every time I hear a conservative rail against redistribution of wealth, I want to scream we already have it. For the last thirty or forty years all our wealth has redistributed upwards. All the laws, all the regulations, have been rigged to favor big business and those who already have. As a person who gets up everyday, trudges to work, sacrifices my health for scraps, and coasts through the last week of each month on loose change, I feel no hope for my future. I know I’m not alone. I know most of us feel something similar.

I want to believe again in my country, in our Constitution and Bill of Rights, but right now, I truly don’t feel free. I don’t feel like a person who has any say so in my own future. The people who make decisions about my life are so disconnected from my reality they can’t comprehend how their decisions affect my daily life, and what’s worse, they don’t listen or even seem to care. That’s not how a democracy is supposed to function.

Tomorrow, I’ll get up, go to work, trudge through another day, work on book four, and maybe fantasize about big sales, but in my heart, I’ll feel trapped in a broken system, in a dying democracy, in a once beautiful dream that’s dissolved into a nightmare.

This isn’t the country I grew up in.

Wednesday Afternoon Ramblings


I’ve stayed out of politics, mostly because I believe it’s become a shell game of mass distraction, but the comments about the 47% from you, Mitt Romney, struck a raw nerve with me.  You want to say that I and people like me expect the government to take care of us.  You say we see ourselves as victims.  You imply we do not take responsibility for our own lives.  Well, let me set you straight.

First and foremost, I wasn’t born the son of a governor with insider connections.  My father is a working man who, until he became disabled, held two and three jobs for most of my life.  He taught me the value of a dollar, the pride of honest labor, and respect for others.  He pushed me to get an education and make something of myself.  He taught me the importance of persistence and the necessity of pursuing dreams for finding inner contentment.  From the actions of your life and the rhetoric of your campaign, I can see your father didn’t teach you these same values, and for that, I’m deeply saddened for you.

You see, your warped perception that wealth is the measure of a person’s worth is simply wrong.  Yes, you’ve made a pile of money buying and dismantling companies, then shipping those jobs overseas.  I’m certain you are quite proud of yourself for all the money you’ve “earned” by doing so.  What you fail to see, what you and your crony capitalist pals fail to grasp, is that you are not following the rules of the free market.  These rules are not enforced by any government; they are not arbitrary; they are not negotiable.  Eventually, markets correct.  When you manipulate a market, as in moving a manufacturing company to a country that subsidizes labor, thereby undercutting the wages of your own consumers, eventually your own market will implode.  The invisible hand may move slowly, but it does move.  One day, you will wake up to find that you can no longer manipulate the market to your benefit.

When that day comes, and I acknowledge that it may or may not occur in your lifetime, you or your children will find that the working class people you so cynically mock as lazy and shiftless have something you and your family can never buy.  We have a deeply-rooted sense of loyalty to our families, our friends, our communities.  We know how to dig in our heels and fight harder because most of us have had to hold multiple jobs throughout our lives.  We don’t need others to cook our meals, drive our cars, keep our schedules, or manage our money.  We’ve had to juggle all of those aspects of our lives on our own because most of us can’t afford to pay someone else to do it for us.  Most of the working people I’ve known, the vast majority, have a deep sense of pride in the jobs they do, no matter how low that job may seem to you.

I may not have as much money as you do, and in every facet of my life I may not measure up to your definition of greatness, but at the end of my life, I’ll be able to look back and say that I gave something to my community, my state, and my country.  Teaching English may not be a glamorous job or lucrative or fun, but I know I’ve enriched other people’s lives.  You, sir, cannot say the same.  Your career, both in the private and public sectors, has been about destroying other people, either by dismantling their business or selling their job overseas.  All of your wealth, all of your power, all of your entitlements are selfish, empty vessels.  I pity your perverted sense of right and wrong.

Before you speak of working class people again, perhaps you should live for a time in our shoes.  One week should suffice.  One week of worry about buying groceries or paying the electric bill would teach you a valuable lesson you’ve never experienced.  One week of ironing your own clothes, buying your own groceries, running your own errands, and toiling for a boss who undervalues your contribution to their organization would do wonders for your outlook on life and family and labor.  Your distorted concepts of working people, men and women who get out of bed each and every morning and work themselves into an early grave for substandard wages just to fulfill obligations to their children and families, is disturbingly arrogant and self-centered.  Your ignorance of humanity is alarming.  For an educated man, you are shockingly stupid.

You are correct about one thing.  I will not be voting for you, but not for the reasons you believe.  It’s not that I want the government to take care of me.  It’s that I cannot and will not offer support to a human being who looks upon the working class with such disdain and contempt.  Hopefully, enough of my fellow working class people will see that as well, and you will lose the election, becoming all you deserve to be, an insignificant footnote to history.

Thursday Afternoon Ramblings


I wanted to write this on September 11, but work had me too busy.  Do you remember how we felt after 9/11?  I’m not talking about immediately after.  I mean once the initial shock wore off, and we as a collective picked ourselves up.  Yes, we were angry.  Yes, we were shaken.  Yes, we were saddened.  But we were something else, as well.  We were galvanized.  After the divisiveness of the 2000 election, it was refreshing to pull together as a people, turn our collective attention to the Taliban, and show them our greatest strengths as a people.  Before the attacks, I stood as firmly against President Bush as anyone.  From 9/11 until the decision to invade Iraq, I pledged my full support to my president, and it felt good.

For a little while after 9/11, we weren’t conservatives or liberals.  We weren’t Bible thumpers or baby killers.  We weren’t homophobes or fags.  We didn’t condemn each other for where we ate lunch, or hassle each other about nonsense.  We were all Americans.  We all rallied around the flag.  I remember a black friend of mine saying that for the first time in his life, he felt patriotic.  It didn’t last long, not even a full year, but for a little while, politics took a backseat to our nation.  During one of our darkest hours, we held ourselves high and told the rest of the world that when we are threatened, we will pull together.

I know there were examples of idiots who beat up Middle Easterners or attacked mosques, and I don’t mean to ignore those facts, but by far, those were the exceptions, not the rule.  For the most part, we stood shoulder to shoulder ready to defend our country, rebuild what was destroyed, and honor those who were lost.  For weeks after the attack, President Bush had a 90% approval rating.  90%.  That’s unbelievable.  It felt good to know we could be one people again.

But like I said, it didn’t last.  Personally, I stopped supporting the president when the decision was made to move the focus from those who attacked us to Iraq.  From there, it continued to unravel.  Today, we are as fragmented and divided as ever.  When Osama Bin Laden was killed, instead of celebrating our victory as a nation, each side of the political spectrum taunted the other.  That sickened me.  Today, instead of mourning the death of a good man in Libya, both sides are politicizing the tragedy.  Republicans are also shocked and outraged that President Obama is meeting with the Muslim Brotherhood president from Egypt.  Never you mind that Egypt has been our ally since WWII.  Never you mind that every single president since George Washington has met with at least one controversial head of state.  Never you mind that the goal of the Iraq War was to spread democracy to the Middle East and that the president of Egypt was democratically elected.  Because President Obama is meeting with him, it’s further proof that he must be in cahoots with his Muslim brothers.

It’s sickening, and since we have tarnished the memory of all those who died on 9/11, and since we’ve failed to learn any lessons from that tragedy, we deserve whatever happens to us.  Today, I’m more ashamed to call myself an American than at any other time in my life.  I love my country, but my fellow Americans make me want to puke.