BLOG -- The Ballad of Ronnie and American White Boy Jesus
If we’re going to have a talk about control—and ostensibly that’s the direction I’m driving at here—then we need to bring in everybody’s favorite subject…politics! YAY!!! Come get some.
There is nothing about this subject that doesn’t just scream the assertion of control over others, and to be perfectly honest I almost don’t want to bring it up because it’s probably a good bet that I won’t change your mind about any of this. You certainly won’t change mine. I thought about adding religion to this mix, but that’s going really third rail, and I can’t even right now. Maybe another time.
Of the two lepers here in this colony, the one with the most fingers left is politics, so let’s start there.
I started paying attention to politics in the Reagan years. Not because of Reagan, solely. It’s just that I was living in the Caribbean at the time, and I couldn’t figure out why we would have spent any military resources to knock over the fruit stand next door. As far as I could tell, there really wasn’t a good reason to do that other than to help America feel like we could still kick a little ass…a very little ass in this case…if we needed to. And the flags came out, and the God Bless Americas got said, and it was Morning in America.
There were a lot of Mornings in America, and as we got up each morning we decided to give away just a little bit more of our control. Because we were fat and happy, secure in the blessings of liberty and yadda yadda yadda.
But while we were fat and happy, we didn’t notice things. We started not to notice the fact that there were a lot more people on street corners begging for change. We stopped noticing that people were snapping three, four, five times a year. We stopped noticing that for every buck the little guys got, the big guys were getting a lot more. Greed is good, we were told. American Rugged Exceptionalism wins the day, with cowboy Ronnie riding a western saddle on American White Boy Jesus, and both of ‘em are locked and loaded on the Commies.
Over the last 30 years or so, we absolutely conceded control of this country to a certain set of people. I'm not talking Republican or Democrat, I'm talking about the Haves who very slowly made us HaveNots, while convincing us that all the stuff that was great for them was great for us as well. We bought it! We said Deal! "Here's the Wheel, you and American White Boy Jesus take us to the Promised Land."
And with every crisis they manufactured, they came to us and said "We need to do this, otherwise civilization falls apart and they'll be urban rioting and other things we'd rather not think about. Cool?' And we said "Well, if it keeps me comfy, sure."
Then, Osama bin Laden happened, and whether you agree with the Wars we've been in since or not is irrelevant. The Haves are all about anything they can make more money from, and cranking up the War Machine means it's time to jump on the Money Train! ALL ABOARD, BABY!
The only real difference between conventional Republicans and conventional Democrats in the normal world is where the Money Train goes.
But have you noticed? We don't live in the real world anymore. That ship has sailed, but you'll pardon me if I refuse to believe that this place, bereft of logic and facts and reason is normal. It isn't normal.
This is a world where we get to choose our own facts to fit what we already believe, we have emboldened the crazy and unhinged people in this society to do some of the sickest shit I think I’ve ever seen, we actively and openly hate people that don’t look like us, something I never thought I would see in my lifetime like our parents and grandparents saw in theirs, and we think people that don’t agree with us aren’t just stupid, they’re the fucking Spawn of Satan and must be nuked from orbit. Fuck this noise, I wanna get off.
I think I’m going to become a Marxist. Groucho, not Karl. I don’t think I want to be part of any club that would have me as a member.