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The Crock of Shit that is America

Believe.

Let me preface this by saying that I’m a fairly affable and easy going guy.  I’m a loving father and husband with a happy wife and a happy kid.  I believe in focusing on the positive and do my best to not latch onto the negative – though I sometimes fail.

Those who have been reading my writing for a long time, probably understand a few other things. I have a superiority complex that may not be justified. I’m a downwardly mobile white guy in his early 40’s that no one wants to hire. I’m a pissed off former Marine who can’t believe his country has gone to the shitter the way it has. I’m a racible shit stirrer who can’t keep his mouth shut when he sees something that is fucked up.

I’m not autistic, I don’t have asperbergers, I don’t suffer from paranoia or delusions (except perhaps of grandeur). I’m a decent writer and a damn fine thinker but friends tell me that while I’m one of the smartest people they know, I have some issues like not being able to put my nose to the grindstone and grit my teeth while I do some bullshit job that makes more money for a boss than it pays for my labor.

I’m bossy and impatient with incompetence, I don’t stand idly by while stupidity reigns and I’m far too outspoken for my own good. I call bullshit when I see bullshit and it might be the main thing that makes me unhireable by all the companies I thought would offer me jobs in silicon valley – or maybe it’s something else. Maybe I don’t market myself well, maybe I’m not a good enough liar and bullshit artist, maybe I don’t take it up the ass like I’m supposed to when someone offers me a slave wage for all of my time.

In any event, America is a crock of shit and while I still love the land and many of the people – I can’t really stand what I see before my eyes. I see a country divided equally between ignorant redneck racists and utopia wielding narcissists who don’t have a clue what it means to actually live. Over both camps reside a plutocracy of merciless blood suckers that use the media, internet, and free time of everybody alive to push their profit making self-serving agendas. Business is king in America and business is anything but good – in fact, it would be closer to say that American business is the most vile form of evil to ever raise its head on Mother Earth.

Nationalist agendas are a farce that shield the all seeing hand of the corporate agendas. The corporations don’t have any desire to see you succeed – it’s not possible, they are not people, they are super-entities that don’t die and serve one purpose – to make money from your sweat. If you are worth more, they give you more, but you never get what you are really worth. Me? I’m worth nothing in America. Worthless.

While the US population watches fake reality television programs and listens to talking heads go on about the price of gold and the price of commodities and the price of whomever the real deciders put on the figurehead seat of the Presidency in 2016, the ability to work independently, live independently, or think independently is being eroded away by the powers that be. Your house and car are getting smart which means that they are telling someone else about your activities. Your phone and tablet and laptops already tell what you don’t blab about on social media and blogging.

The internet? I hate the fucking internet and social media. I’m trapped into using it because it’s the only way I’ve found to support my family since no one will hire me for a real job or if they do I end up realizing they are a churn and burn business that doesn’t care if I live or die, make my rent, have food for my kid, or anything else.

Speaking of kids – they’ve been zombified. The zombie apocalypse is on us and it’s our youth. I spent five years trying to bring my family back to the USA so we could have better health care, better education, and a better life and getting back here I found that music and arts programs no longer have funding in the schools, health insurance is mandatory and so out of our budget that we can’t afford to go to a doctor even if we have the insurance, and that the price of a cup of coffee is roughly what an ounce of silver cost a decade ago. I see five year olds playing with tablets and seven year olds ignoring each other as they look at their phones. I see movie theatres closing and laying off all the 17 year old kids that worked there and being replaced by Redbox robots that don’t hire anyone – so long video stores and clerks.

I see people competing on social media to get the most attention and nobody really has the ability to pay attention to anything at all.  I finally have a month where I earn two months rent and guess what – one month of it has to go to pay health insurance and the other month of it has to go to pay for my long held student loans because let’s face it – a job in Anthropology? Yeah, right. Only if I want to go back to school, get a Masters and then use that to teach others about Anthropology so they have to get a Masters so they can teach others about Anthropology so…so…so.

I’m here, we’re here, and we’re fucking stuck. So don’t tell me that love it or leave it bullshit. I’m trying. I want to get us out of here before the shit hits the fan. I want to get us out of here before the corporate powers that be come after me for non-payment of my student loans, not making my family health insurance premiums, and not paying enough taxes. I want to get out of here before we get sick and have to go to the welfare hospital and before the school system finds out my daughter is African-American. I want to get out of here before the cheap empty-carb diet filled with GMO vegetables that look pretty but carry no nutrition takes a further toll on our health. I want to get out of here before the racists or the utopians take complete control and before the corporations dissolve our ability to go where we want.

America is a crock of shit. Don’t come here. Get out while you can. Pray for something to change. Shut off your devices, hug your children, and pray for rain.

 

6 replies on “The Crock of Shit that is America”

I could have told you that before you went back, and I have never even been there! A deluded population in a confused land filled with desperate wannabes living high off credit which will never be paid back. Keep digging that hole America, it will be your grave.

I probably wouldn’t have listened. Funny how I felt like I was missing so much but in fact, we had everything we needed. Still, it is nice to have the chance to let my mom get to know my wife and daughter – so it was the right choice – but man, maybe we should have made it a vacation…!

Chris, as you travelled, youve been many places and seen many things. Ive creeped your facebook page and the pages of some of your friends. They are, for the most part, an intelligent, diverse, and mostly passionate bunch. You once visitited Ken Palmer (your friend and mine) as you moved from one place to another. I believe he gave you Jack Kerouak’s “on the road” as a gift. You had to give him something in return, as Ive heard it told. Im sure youve read it before, but it is germane here, so i will quote it in its entirety. Kerouak once wrote, “Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do…”

Im stuck here with you, Chris, and this fucked up hot mess wasnt always this way. Anyone can bitch -thats nothing. I dont blame people who have never lived here when they clump us into a single hopeless thought; but we are not our image. I am not my my country’s story; i am me, and I have a story of my own. So do you. Anyone can bitch, Chris. The challenge is to turn bitching into a solution-oriented path on our journey. A vision. A vision of where we want to be and a visualizasion of the path between our feet where we stand and the path we must walk to ge there.

I think we must destroy the military industrial complex that pulls the strings of our marionetted politicians on both sides of The Aisle. It drives the machine that has intentionally mired us in this state of perpetual war in which we now reside. Congress was given the power to declare war by our founding fathers as a crucially fundemental part of our system of checks and balances between the judiciary, executive, amd legislative branches of government. They counted on human nature to insure there would always be a struggle for more power betwen the three branches. I have come to believe there is a critical flaw in this logic. They did not and could not have foreseen the cowardice of a legislative congress that willfully cedes power over generations to the executive branch to escape reaponsibility and accountability. When the korean “police action” of the 50’s established the tenacity of that cowardice, it was the slow-bleeding terminal wound that would kill us with semantics. One man has made the decision to send our fathers, brothers and friends to die or defend causes undefined. This was not the intended Way Of Things, and it must be remedied.
I think advertising to children in any form should be illegal; its the sytemic indoctrination of want and greed. Eliminate it, and a decent parent has one less hurdle to jump in fostering and nurtiring a decent human being with values that have no monetary regard.

Know this, Chris: I think youre one of the crazy ones. There are many steps between here and where I would like to be, and each one has its own obstacle. Bitching isnt a step, Chris; it is a reason not to take one.

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