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June 8th
DOMESTIC SECURITY in a WILD, WILD WORLD!
By Jack Parnell - retired Congressman and Independent Presidential
candidate
Syndicated
by Acme Features
Entropy, understandably,
militarizes security. Taxpayer-supported police and armies, private security
forces as prowl by dark of night; high walls of stone, concrete and sharpened
iron. Vicious dogs and ominous weapons, so the language goes. Barbed wire, street-surveillance cameras and
swooping drones like vampire bats, butt-slappin' airport
gropings, motion detection devices on those airport
lines where motion… well… isn’t. A thousand clicking, chittering,
chirping and droning things out of the CounterSpy -
as promise what body as employs 'em peace o'mind.
And soon enough, privatization
of them San Francisco killer crimefighting robots.
The recent spate of
school shootings... teenage terrorists with military assault rifles ventilating
Parkland and Sandy Hook and Uvalde; others going ape at a Buffalo grocery, a
Vegas venue and streetcorners from Hollywood to
Boston... inspired some “special” persons of the political persuasion to
propose special remedies like “hardening” elementary schools to ape maximum
security prisons with, thanks to the dumb but unlucky Texas teacher recently,
only one door in and out. Active
shooters aside, can you say: “Fire”?
Our armies and
prisons give us a form of security, but little of the function. An empty suit
of clothes, in other words; billion-dollar rat-holes like that wall agin' Mexico as has been uselessized
by that most high manifestin’ of high-technology... ladders.
Ladders!... some Brazilian, most made in
You might think the example
of "Mel" uplifting. Here's a young man, as the New York Times discovered,
went to work after school when he was twelve and, by the age of eighteen, owned
his own business. He was, by all accounts, a caring father who supported his
brothers and sisters, employed a dozen Americans, maintained a fleet of nine
vehicles and, on a good day, might gross $50,000. Virtuecrats
might well have considered Mel a role model except... his business was
distributing and selling crack cocaine, a trade in which success breeds envy,
not respect. For his enterprise, one night, some presumed
competitors blew him away.
In the ghetto, temporary
security can be bought with guns, a posse and eternal vigilance. No such luck
attends those as miss the fast track to jail or morgue and wind up becoming "proles",
as Orwell dismissed them. Of course back in 1948, when "1984" was
written, unions, proles and union wages were on the postwar upswerve
towards their noontime glory here (if not over the pond); unemployment rates of
2-3% were normal, A hike to 4% by 1956
brought concern, but was still considered "acceptable", for a
recession year, though 5% was deemed "excessive". And these were real
rates... no bailout skullduggery, none of the fuzzy math as clouded the
pre-pandemic Trump-bump, no sky-deficits, nor were nearly three million
discounted for reason of being in prison or the five, or six or however many
millions on parole and redlighted from most jobs for
their records, then dropped from statistics due to that Fair Reckoning Act
passed awhile back as Mitch McConnell’s price for greenlighting a Stimulus
Three as paid more Americans to do nothing even as the rich folks cashed in
their tax cuts in Singapore and Swaziland banks.
Childcare?
It might have been politically incorrect,
but that was women’s work back in the day… that and cooking, cleaning, various
other tasks of household arrangements done while the male of the species picked
up his briefcase (or pipe wrench) and went off to work, returning five evenings
a week with a cheery “Honey, I’m home!” A few strange, or pioneering, ladies might dip
toes into the economic tide as waitresses, elementary schoolteachers or toiling
at one of those occupations consigned, now, to the benighted past… a telephone operator.
Class mattered, then as now, but the
majority of households could get by on one income… not two.
To live otherwise was
unpatriotic.
Back in the Reagan years,
conservative George Gilder boasted: "...the fundamental fact in the lives
of the poor in most parts of America today is that the wages of common labor
are far below the benefits of AFDC, Medicaid, food stamps, public housing,
public defenders, leisure and the other goods and services of the welfare
state." Gilder, foreshadowing a Bush legacy that civil Americans banished
in the recent tributefest – a doctrine validated by Djonald Unamused that outsourced
proles look downwards in anger, asked government to provide
security from criminal lumpenproles... nwords,
of course, plus the occasional Mexican in Texas, Vietnamese in California or
Puerto Ricans in New York... by making welfare "unattractive and even a
little bit demeaning". The dog whistle proved bipartisan. So, starting with Slick Willie Clinton and Mike
the Knife Bloomberg, three million lumpens
got chucked into prison. Crime went down awhile but fear's still pervasive...
we had the gay marriage in ought-four overtaken by fear of Mexican gardeners
two years later, flag-burning Constitutional Amendments and mandatory bible
waving making the comeback now in the red states, as also the tornadoes and the
Burmese flu and now, as it would seem, the seven hundred Taliban moles left
over from Hillary Clinton’s Socialist State Department still mole-ing away, urging the Libyans and Pakistanis on to murder
our diplomats? Meanhwile,
the Blue State Meanies recruit more and more “victims” into their ranks the way
that Mormons baptize dead Jews and Christian into their own posthumous faith
and some small towns have achieved the notoriety as attended those in France
and Belgium where a plethora of maniacal Muslim refugees declared their
communities a “No Go” neighborhood for the police, and enforced their
innumerable quirky laws with firepower confiscated from the battlefields of
Iraq, Afghanistan and Contra Rica,
So where is this
elusive security?
Zazzbo’s
underwear?
To them as take
sick, probably hard to find. As real incomes plummet, post-plague, unemployment
remains tolerable due to all those jail people and sick people with the Long Plague
doctors seem impotent to stop or even understand, inflation rears its head and
scowls, medical costs and the childcare bugaboo rise and the vestiges of
Obamacare stand exposed as a sick joke with its replacement being no replacement
at all, American life expectancies have gone stagnant and in some Third Wave Plague
places, like with the Russians, begun to fall while overcopulation
in the poorest states leads to overpopulation of children as are starving to death
due to the embargoes occasioned by the Ukraine War. Ask Don Jones! A devil's domestic partnership of liberal questioners
of sanity and conservative bean counters emptied mental institutions and turned
urban centers into outdoor psycho wards to such extent that New York City is
now rounding up street people, sane or not, and shoveling them back into the
hospitals where they can receive “treatment” (i.e. shut-up pills). Gumment-funded psychiatric clinics, charges Dr. E. Fuller
Torrey, author of "Nowhere to Go", "cream"
affluent, insured neurotics of the sort as populate Woody Allen movies. "Rather
than treating patients with schizophrenia and manic-depressive psychosis, they
counseled people with problems with their marriages and self-esteem." Somehow, these managed to stay afloat during
the Medicaid cuts, while children with the amoebic dysentery from water gone
untreated for lack of money in places like Flint and Jackson and, now, Houston
get turned away from deregulated and/or tripledemic jampacked emergency rooms and die. Consequently, the downright poor and worried
wealthy both turn towards life-imploding escape mechanisms like opiate
addiction, gun fun and suicide.
Watch out!... the
headshrinkers, having read the newspapers and internet blogs and watched the
parade of psychopaths on their televisions have decided that America’s children
are all “victims” of an evil society, victims who will require years, if not
decades, of counseling (at Don Jones’ expense) to ever be whole again.
Tell it to the
Ukrainians!
And, speaking of Mister
Reagan and all them others as played by the rules, quit smoking and drinking,
jogged, ate lots of tobroccoli and goatbran and stayed married half a century so as to live to
an age well past ripe... well, once they started to get the Alzheimer’s, the same
compassionate conservatives of Trumptown as repealed
that ten percent's inheritance tax on multimillionaire estates by calling it a "death
tax" imposed a hundred percent plus confiscation of assets, not
only agin' the old folks as entered the plague and
fire-ant infested nursing homes run by contributors and cronies once the family
house was sold and spent down, they garnished children (including those as had
already given up their jobs to empty
their parents’ bedpans), siblings and even cousins, they even grandfathered the
grandchildren in under Corbin-Reuss, last year. (That
these can no longer afford college is less an imposition than in the bad old
twentieth century, since the fancy colleges are all about finding and smooshing
microaggressions, and there ain't
much need even for educated Americans anymore. Let those robots have all the jobs, they say!)
"A nation
cannot long remain strong," remarked the historian and diplomat George F.
Kennan, "...when every man is personally weak."
Now, with one election
gone and another comin' round inasmuch as inaugurees have about fifteen minutes to enjoy their victory
before preparing for the next rat race, expect to see plenty of twit and chat
about liberty and security… those two axis poles of the political
spectrum diamond as replaced the left/right linear lines of the past and have
since, themselves, been replaced by my own Ring Theory*… mostly as will be laid
at the altar of the "great" (but numerically shrinking) middle class.
(Not even Democrats bother with the poor anymore except when they break things
and burn people... up to a quarter of ‘em can't vote in some states, anyway,
due to tightening up of the crime, ID and voting laws and the Supremes
upholding the lifetime bans on juvenile delinquents like teenage potheads
despite President Joe’s empty posthumous pardons and the sixteen state governments
currently in Federal litigation over State legalization and the Attorney
General’s crusade against purple-state Florida’s relaxing of the lifetime prohibitions.)
Curiously, America's wealthy tend to be writ off almost as effectively as its
poor (their votes – money, of course, excepted). Maybe
it is perhaps assumed most will vote Republican, except for Hollywood, trial
attorneys, upper-echelon labor and gumment bureaucrats
and a slice of the Wall Street mob... so alternate waves of bashing and
soothing almost always orbit around gumment's role in
the holding onto of wealth, rather than creating it. We're clueless, in DeeCee, as to what actually goes into making a
buck, so long have we been bewitched by the termites and FIREmen
of Entropy as suck it out of America the way as vampires do… or them viral
viruses now mating with those West Nile/Zika mosquitoes.
That comedy video of
Herschel Walker saying how as vampires used to be cool, but now can be killed by
werewolves doesn’t seem so comedic now. (See
this endorsement on the latest Don Jones Index page.)
What does Catfish economic
justice demand? What the termites hate - competition – and plenty of it! Fair taxes… as will punish the rich, the
middle class and the poor so as to
lay that deficit to rest and meet the challenge of madman dictators as are sproinging up all over the mulch of the Bush-Obama “Arab Spring”…
removal of irrelevant regulations and level playing fields against foreign and
domestic competition. The pursuit of excellence... not excellence itself, as
cannot be infused into the body politic by legislation. Employer freedom from
the unwanted burden of brokering healthcare, childcare and other services as
should be the responsibility of patients, parents, healthcare workers and... yes, at the bottom, Catfish level... gumment.
Not employers. Not those
old racketeers – the lawyers ‘n insurance companies.
A truly free market
– even if we have to use them government drones and jackboots to enforce it, go
full werewolf and rip the throats out’n those vampires.
And… now that
demographics and economics are pushing the crime rates up again, rich, middle
class and poor alike deserve a criminal justice system where "...punishment
is exacted for aberrant behavior," as declared J. R. Labbe
of the Fort Worth Star Telegram, "not for the idea that motivated
it." Of course, little globules of Total Information Awareness are
dribbling into laws like shavings off'n those
liquid-metal policemen in the Terminator movies under homeland security Czar
Poindexter... I'd rather see criminal justice made a consequence of actions, period, and civil justice reformed
to effect tort and insurance reform... to such effect that the only
losers would be the insurance companies and the lawyers. Maybe
them obese, lifetime smokers as sued the Vioxx and
such don't get quite the quarter-billion that class-envious juries have been dishin' out of late but... hey... death comes to all of us
– even you, Johnny Depp!
Now, how can we in the
CNC... have you sent in your forty yet?... go about
getting this done?
Do the math! Even with
a quarter of its constituency disenfranchised, the Crump-Sharpton-Wright
fusion party should pull six percent... maybe eight-five if it sets a
legitimate culture hero like (I was gonna say Bill Cosby or Ye and guess the
younger, black Jesse’s off the table, for the moment too), well then - Derek
Jeter, Charles Barkley (who polls within three percent of Hank Two as Senator
from Alabam), even Congressman Snoop or Daddy (the
former Diddy, P. Diddy, Puffy, etc.) atop the ticket? Could outpoll that new
Christian-Zionist party, as seems stuck round seven thanks to Palin’s
Alaska-separatist hubby brown-nosin' Pastor Hagee and them other end-timers and her losing to some damn
Eskimo while former Vice-President Pence is still prayin’
that The Donald falls into an elevator shaft and so escapes the noose. Figure three percent Naderite
remnant if the Reform/Green coalition bounces back, maybe more if a torrent of roubles rain down upon the Greenies or the white Jesse
throws his NAFTA-lovin' feather boa into the rasslin’ ring. Call
it five if The Squad walks out of the Democratic convention and starts its own
Party of Bern. Another five for various
alt-righters, vegetarians, libertarians (as can read a newspaper and thus
understand where the world’s hotspots are), fundamentalists, voting anarchists
and that Cat Stevens-Sinead O’Connor-financed Islamic Democrat Party, and there
goes a quarter of the popular vote! If once and future President Trump holds to
his decision not to repeal the twenty-fourth and run again for a third term, cuz he’s “bored”… seeing as the dude changes his mind about
every ninety seconds, nobody should be planning any challenges… the donkey boys
and elephant men do as expected and nominate Uncle Joe or Kamala or… God
preserve us!... Hillary again to run against another
Bush (or maybe Nancy Pelosi versus Ted Cruz, or Al Franken v. Roy Moore)…
remaining in a rough and weary equilibrium… and Austin takes his fifteen
percent of the secular conservatives, I figure my slab of the CNC becomes a
player at twenty percent of the popular vote. How that might
break down in electoreality becomes, of course,
anyone's guess, as does the state n' fate of the nation if it winds up in the
paws of them Supremes (whom, it now seems, can be bought for the price of a keg
of beer). After all, those midterm polls saw
nothing but a vast wasteland of elephantine and equine turds holdin’ hands across the prairie but, when November 2018
rolled round, independents had made a go of it in New England, and won three
Congressional districts and a host of local offices from whenceabouts
the decision-makers of the future will arise.
Nonetheless, in "1984"…
the book, not the year… Winston Smith allows himself the indulgence of
considering what the proles might do, if awakened...
"They needed only
to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose
they could blow the party to pieces tomorrow morning. Surely, sooner or later
it must occur to them to do it. And yet..."
*(See the Ring Theory as defined, here, in this ol’ Don Jones Index.)
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