I have been suffering from an epic battle with strep throat.
Sorry for my prolonged absence, especially in these harrowing times.
This will be short and sweet.
Trump has sent the National Guard to the streets of Los Angeles. We are witnessing the end of a bloody and ruthless Empire, one administered by sociopaths whose moral and ethical rot is so pervasive that the edges of our civilization are beginning to fray from their sheer mendacity and the ruthlessness of their vision. Big bureaucracy has grown exponentially, and government offices are bogged down and overwhelmed to the point of collapse. Daily life has become almost unlivable because everyone is sensing this dread, feeling it on an unconscious level while doing nothing to deal with it. Thus, it spills over and pours right into our lives. There’s more confrontation, conflict over absurd trivialities, trouble at work, road rage, crazy people on street corners, and lately, more racial violence.
They like racial violence because it pits working people against one another instead of the real enemy, and the pervasive abuse of weaponized identity politics has almost ensured that this tragedy will entail confrontations with people who are in no way our enemies.
We need to be mindful of these sorts of things as we move forward and decide how we resist both as individuals and part of a larger resistance movement.
But eventually, as critical mass builds, it will explode into instances of insanity: racial riots, terrorist attacks, police brutality.
To talk about which party is responsible is to miss the forest for the trees.
Nobody likes to have to face the possibility of starting over again; when a nation does it, people die en masse. But that’s exactly where we are.
We will not vote our way out of this. The corruption is too deep, the ruling class too compromised for us to consider negotiating — again and in vain — with the two gangs that caused this mess, and who are responsible for selling us out to the forces of global neoliberal finance capitalism and forever war, all in the name of grotesque wealth accumulation.
I’ll probably be getting arrested in Los Angeles this week. It wouldn’t be the first time, and anyway, there ain’t nuthin’ else to do now, so I hope that I see some of you out on the streets.
I’ve spent hundreds of pages explaining what’s wrong, but you all know why we’re here. Deep down, everyone does. Even those who claim to disagree with us, who claim there’s no problem with this diabolical money-generating death machine of upward wealth transfer we’ve fashioned — they know, too.
I guess you could capitulate, buy yourself a gray jumpsuit and enjoy working at packing silo somewhere in the midwest while these ghouls finish off the planet, working for no other reason than to help obscenly rich folk get even richer, making just enough so that you can go back and do the same thing again, endlessly, like a rat on a wheel…
Me, I’m going out swinging.
Right now, I find it hard to envision a future for this country that does not involve fascism and our moral duty to oppose it.
End of sermon.
