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June 26th
ATTACK!
By Jack Parnell - retired Congressman and Independent Presidential
candidate
Syndicated
by Acme Features
All
change is, at first, unpopular. Them as advocate... or, worse... activate
for a change or two can count on opposition from the homo depilatii - smooth operators dociled in Entropy’s neutering labs - then sent back to do
its dirty work in the communities. (It’s
why “community activist” is perhaps the strongest cussword in existence there
in certain quarters, and not merely among the National Review, Daily Caller, Breitbart, Newsmax set.) Most Americans in our arch-reactionary society
suffer depredations of the parasites as say they’re here to help you, and then react...
passively, for the most part, often spitefully, against their own best interests.
('Murkans took six days' vacation, last year, as
opposed to eight in George the Third’s administrations, seven under Obama’s… ‘cept for the twelve percent actually out of work counting
those with less than a twenty hour paycheck and the twenty-one percent
underemployed at twenty to twenty-eight hours due to the Federal bungling and
bumbling of our economic crisis so as for employers to evade a whole basket of
regulations and protections, but with the on-call shifts as keep them waiting
by their phones day after day and unable to look for better jobs. Those
indolent French took off five weeks, even the Chinese took three! Don’t
believe me? Check out this vintage Don Jones Index!
Some critters, like our once and... in
another few weeks... future President Trump, exploit the anger of the 99%...
actually, more like around sixty percent of the working and
wish-they-were-working class when you consider about a quarter as have fallen
into the rathole of the underclass and maybe fifteen
percent as really comprise what we used to call the stagflation-ridden middle
class… by directing their rage downwards against immigrants, the rathole poor, the fake newspeople
reporting on their corruptions and community activists (legitimate or
not). Pam
Solo, as works with that Institute for a Civil Society foundation, as fears fear
itself, attributes the quadrennial Squeamish obsession with "civility"
to American fears "...that maybe we're all expendable." (And we probably are!)
But a
few old codgers... as remember those truly revolutionary conditions as
developed in America's Great Depression, only turned aside by war and the New
Deal... the act of watching the inhabitants of Serbia, Ecuador or the Congo
chasing their dictators through muddy, bloody streets, Saddam hanging in a
basement and Qaddafi’s corpse rotting in a malfunctioning meatlocker,
brings smiles and pleas to pass the popcorn and to hell (or Kim, or KISS or
ISIS) with what came after. And now –
look at all those little parasites trying to tear down Big Parasite Trump, not
because they disagree with his agenda (or even, for that matter, President
Joe’s!) but because he’s being perceived as a loser.
Well, in November, they
were proven wrong. And if you thought Syrians had a revolution...
just wait!
Our English-speaking
ancestors were suckled on revolt: from the Magna Cartists through Cromwell's "Glorious
Revolution" a century before Lexington and Concord (as prompted Mister Locke
to remark that "...constant strife between populace and rulers is the
elixir of civic health..."). Every few decades during the 19th century,
Americans took to the streets... admittedly more often in reaction to the financial panics as
beggared substantial portions of the laboring and mercantile classes alike. Northeastern
cities burned in 1817, again, twenty years later, and the Civil War produced
anti-draft riots above and below the
Trump’s Nine Eleven,
evil tho’ it was, will mainly be remembered for its incompetence.
"Jesus had it
dead right about the money-changers," said Pete Dexter, as scribbles for
that paper up in Sacramento, California. "There is a difference between
people who produce something and get rich, and people who move money around
behind closed doors until some of it falls into their own pockets." For every five people actually making
something, Dexter adds, another ten "hang around trying to figure out how
they could make a living off it, too.
"Parasites don't
need special care. They always find something to attach themselves to and feed."
"Economists take
for granted that dispositions of the market will not be resisted by other means
of material allocation, such as force," presumed old New Frontierist Robert Heilbroner.
Surplus labor "acquiesces in social defeat", only the "rare
lunatic" disobeys.
Well, the Coalition
for a New Consensus has near onto three hundred thousand rare
lunatics now, and we're spoilin’ for a fight! (Not that I’m advocating hanging a prior Vice
President as prayed in vain for relief from his own party’s policies, shootin’ Dimmycrat Congresswomen
in the face, like down in Arizona, or Republicans in the back, like that guy on
the baseball diamond… real Americans do not disrespect the baseball!)
I'll just wrap this li'l rap by observing that Martin Luther King was a great
man. A hero and martyr... in spite of, or perhaps because of, his attraction to
the ladies. But without Malcom X, the Black Panthers and such polishing their
nails with switchblades in the background, he'd have been only another Baptist
preacher, shouting into history's windstorm and worrying about Saturday’s bake
sale; the dream remaining just a dream!
He achieved because
the establishment came to perceive him the lesser evil!
Now before he passed
on, I had the pleasure of conversing some with Barry Goldwater's former
speechwriter Karl Hess from over the West Virginia line, as took up the
metalworking after '64 instead of seeking out the sort of soft-core lobbying
position losers take, between elections. By the time the GOP had deteriorated
to the level of Dan Quayle, Ollie, Newtsome
and, of course, the Bush Boys, Mittster and Djonald UnPalatable… not to mentiona all them others as thought more or less like
Trump, but didn’t have the schlongs to admit so… Karl
had dropped out to run for Governor on the Libertarian ticket... probably the only
Libertarian ever to have held down a useful job making stuff. (Mr. Johnson, one of their perennials, sells weed,
but doesn’t grow it – big distinction – the other, Jill Stein gets her cash
from Russia.) They kept finding shady ways to get him tossed off the ballot,
and he never did even get the chance to run, but he never stopped trying till
the day he died. "I am running for the right of people to be represented
on the ballot," Karl said, "which is so fundamental to our form of
government."
If the CNC does go
the alternate party route, and if we do get on the ballot in West
Virginia, and win, it'll be because of men like Karl Hess.
Consequently, we're holding
our own convention well in advance of the others... for the purpose of settling
certain unavoidable questions. Like, for example, does the Coalition form a
third party, or just wade in to speed the Democrats along to their job of
falling down, breaking a hip and withering away and/or the Republicans to theirs
of blowing up like a week-dead possum by the roadside – spewing goo and entrails
all over the asphalt? Might even be we
take the battle to stumblin’ old Uncle Joe if he
decides to do a Garfield or those fossils being propped up again’ him like
Hillary or the Bern on the one end, and then, in November, tackling the legacy
of Djonald Unchained (or his boys with the beards:
the Veep or Don Junior, or the other, or Jeb or Lyin’ Ted or Little Marco, Saint Ron or (if they can change
the Constitution)…Mister Musk. Whomsoevers the duopoly vomits up in their
own backyards; vision to chill the soul but, in the realpolitikal
world; something as could happen, like Austin sweeping the
primaries so we can have a real face-off in November. I been to Canada in
wintertime, can take New Hampshire and Iowa. Got the chains
and salt and parka salted away, down in the barn in Miller's Ridge, just in
case, as well as sunscreen for those Deep South races.
So, soon as we agree
on a time and a place, those of you as have laid down your two Andy Jacksons
(while you still can – before they get recalled and changed for Harriet
Tubman’s or some other… Caitlin Jenner?) and joined up with the CNC can make
plans to come on down to our People's Convention. With your help, we'll
preserve, protect and defend this Constitution of the United States, fortifying
three qualities as the jurist Blackstone deemed essential to a civil republic: wisdom
(to discern the genuine interests of the people), goodness (to endeavor,
always, to be faithful to these interests) and strength (to bring
such knowledge and intention to fruition as the action).
By any means necessary. (Again, but nothing as falls under the orbit of terroristic threats
– or deeds!)
"All
progress," the playwright George Bernard Shaw reminds us, "depends on
the unreasonable men."
Back in the Twentieth
Century, it was common for fly-by-night New Age activists to declare as they warn't neither left, nor right, but forward.
The Coalition for a
New Consensus ain't left, nor right; forward, nor
even behind (tho’ I do admit to certain reactionary
impulses as contradict the Cloud)... just ticking!
Them Romans and
Cambodians, them Aztecs and, of course, Pharaohs of Egypt had to deal with
Entropy and couldn't make the transition, though they did leave behind some
mighty fine ruins. Some as inhabit the future... if the incumbent’s Secretaries
of Energy, the Interior and Homeland Security (not to mention our still
rudderless Defense Department and indictmentless Attorney
General) allow us one... might someday say the same about ourselves. How much
better it would be, though, if Americans of the 25th, 55th or 105th Century
would look back and say, of us: "They had the courage, and determination,
and the smarts to reinvent themselves for awhile, no matter what the Divil threw agin' 'em!"
They brought William
Faulkner up to Sweden in late 1950 when, with the atom bomb and the Korean War percolatin’ (sound familier?), it
did seem as if the world might soon be given over to the powers of defeat, darkness
and despair of actual physical, eternal destruction. "I decline," he
said, "to accept the end of man."
So let's get to work,
then, that this nation "of the people, by the people and for the
people" won't perish from the Earth... no matter how the Russians howl in
Moldova and plot against Poland, Islamists jabble,
Chinese tinker with their tinkertoys whilst
terrorizing Taiwan and the termites scheme… and, moreover, neither will the
Earth itself perish out of abuse and the insults afforded it. Awakening, Assembly, and Attack! That's Renaissance
- and, as for Entropy, it'll have to be kicked off into the shadows for a while
again... hopefully, a long while... before the entropy settles into the
bones of the CNC itself, making necessary a new organization, with new people
trying out new means to bring about Renaissance yet again. A virtuous… as opposed to vicious… cycle.
Let’s roll!
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