Continued Confessions

because it is Thursday

I’m glad that I have set myself this schedule, otherwise I would be posting my outrage all day and night—which come to think of it, seems to be the way to govern these days. Honestly, how did we get here? Perhaps some perspective from an old person might be helpful.

Having been involved in local elections for many years and acting as a recording secretary for many Council meetings and other boards and agencies of our government, I am absolutely flabbergasted that official pronouncements can be posted on dubious social media sites and then taken as law. And the fact that a yet-to-be inaugurated person and his totally unelected surrogate brain are moving markets so to speak is beyond the pale (look up that expression if you don’t know it).

This diatribe is evolving this morning because I purposely spent a lot of time yesterday finishing the Netflix documentary series about Hitler and the Nuremberg trials. As a friend was glad to point out, I watched it so that she didn’t have to as I tried to describe the grim history that is available for all to know. It was indeed hard to see once again the incredibly detailed video archives of the Holocaust—the pile of bodies being shoveled into mass graves is more than any feeling human should be able to stomach. But seeing is believing, in my opinion, and as I described in an earlier post, I saw a few photographs from the atrocity when I was about 5 years old and a woman in our Isle of Man apartment building shared them with my older sister and me. There is a museum in Washington D.C. devoted to this subject also, and Joe Berlinger’s series Hitler and the Nazis: Evil on Trial draws on much of the actual records. America is supposed to be a multicultural democracy with no connection between church and state. I suggest everyone keep that in mind when they contemplate how manipulatively Hitler managed to convince the German people that Jews were the enemy.

My knickers are also in a twist this morning because I am attempting to complete the story of Steve Jobs, and frankly he was quite the manipulative type also. Walter Isaacson does a very good job of presenting the lies that Jobs used frequently as being part of his “reality distortion field” but I’m glad to know that the other Steve (Wozniak) is congenitally honest. (I hope he’s doing all right today after I read about a health scare.) But to describe why the Jobs lies are bothering me so much today is because we now have a completely dishonest and manipulative man heading for the levers of government once again. And the only reason our system is falling apart is because of the obscene influence of boatloads of cash flooding the elective process.

Once again, I have to cite the Wu Tang Clan because their song C.R.E.A.M about “cash ruling everything around me” sums up the situation nicely. Personally, I believe that the few extra votes that tipped the election were bought and paid for by Musk and his minions, with actual cash payments made to people for whom chump change to the billionaires is attractive enough to buy their votes.

Well, I’m not sure whether sitting here pounding the keys has made me feel any better or actually fueled my outrage. Probably the latter, because I am fired up to get on the bus and start hollering to everyone I know that we have to wake up before the concentration camps begin to fill up. And since I need a few more stamps from the post office for my holiday cards, that is precisely what I am going to do.

RESIST ALWAYS

TTFN