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Denial. We’d rather make jokes about it, but in our most sober of moments, the ones we try to have when we are alone, without mirrors to our feelings of hopelessness or terror, in these moments we understand with deadly clarity the power to destroy, as well as heal belongs most to denial, for denial is an enemy that we invite behind our carefully maintained walls. Denial is our frenemy. Here in America our government has been selling our great nation to the highest bidder. I’ll get to the how in a minute. Shoot, we have plenty of time to armchair quarterback this one; but before I do, let’s at least agree that we all knew about this. I cannot imagine anyone doesn’t agree with me that since President Carter spent his last day in the White House, the richest people in the world have been allowed to join forces to become a force that has become a law unto itself, and that that thing has relentlessly, and without a shred of mercy thrown itself upon America, and savaged our people, our land, our lives. If we don’t agree on that, well, then nothing I say to you is going to change your mind. But, c’mon, let down your denial. Deep downmaybe not so deep, you know I’m right.

 

Glass Steagall, union busting, the FCC act of 1996, antitrust law restructuring, executive order powers, ALL foreign trade agreements. Let’s just look at the first of these scourges, and the last (we don’t have THAT much time). Glass Steagall was a law that simply put, forbade banks from becoming directly involved in trading stocks and futures. Either you understand that one or you don’t. Hillary voted to remove Glass Steagall, an act passed in the wake of the failure of 5000 banks during the depression that worked right up until the time it was removed by a majority of nearly the entire congress and senate (senator Bernie Sanders being nearly a lone crusader filibustering for nearly 30 hours alone against removal). It’s gone now pardners! And promptly all the banks failed! WHO KNEW!!! Yeah. Now, what’s damned important to know about this, is that you signed yourself, and ALL of your family, present day into the unknown future to a damned bank note, yes a loan agreement, to PAY for that bit of daylight robbery. People try to make this complicated, but many the prosecutor has come forward to offer prosecution for this rank con game, but many are those who have taken a bit of that tainted money who shout ringingly “That’s NOT on the table!”.

 

Now trade agreements. I’ll make this real simple, why would you, or I, or Joe the rag man go to the poorest part of town, to people with the least resources, and a history of burgling yourbusiness, looking for a partner!!!???? What’s that all about? What got into us that was those men and women of our very own government deciding to sell us into slavery, yes I said it slavery. What else will it be when those who will never know you call the shots for America with the alternative being foreclosure? You know and fear foreclosure. We all do. The lights go off, accompanied by the water, gas, and Internet. The ATM card doesn’t work, and a tow truck shows up to repossess your car. Your card has been declined. And here folks, capricious, fickle denial will skip off happily with all your stuff leaving you with…well, nothing.

 

What I fear most is that we will never have the courage to look at lives that have been foreclosed upon. I fear we are so weak that we will endorse our children’s slavery as the 18th and 19th Welsh and Scottish coal miners did; offering them up to our lords, and lairds, cringing, begging not to have our dignifying fig leaf of denial stripped away. Y’all come on back, in a veryshort time we’re going to talk Tea Party!

Bill the Butcher
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I write right off the top of my head. I’m direct, funny, and simple. The key word is, “simple.” I have a high school education from Killeen High in Killeen, Texas, and that’s about as illiterate as you can be, and they still let you drive a car. No use trying to slander me. If you want to dig dirt on me you’d better bring a dump truck, because friend, I’ve done it all. If there was anything I missed it’s only because no one told me about it, because if they did, well, I’d have done that, too! I call myself, “A Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin,” because when I fall short I can always say, “Hey, I told you from the start that I was stupid.”

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