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Evil Ronald by Dietmaven




It is a sacrilegious Sunday in the Cafe of the poor, at the crossroads
of America in the temple of clowns, hard plastics and refillable soft
drinks. I have been sitting here for two days now and it is eleven
degrees outside and colder still in the heart of America. I sit here
with my computer and watch them all come and go.

I'm right across the street from a public library but for some reason
the Internet connection there is poor. Probably, for the same reason the
Internet connection is poor in the house where I'm staying, it is a
technical issue called monopoly. A citywide contract guarantees revenue
and poor service. In prime hours you can barely send an E-mail without
being bumped off of the server, so here I sit in the Cafe of the poor.

Already, I've met some of the regulars. I have not yet become one of
them, but I feel as if I will, that I must. There's Stan, he's in his
early thirties and he buys and sells comic books online and he talks too
much. He can't help himself; he's just trying to be friendly and trying
to overcome his own loneliness. Last night, a man named Ross was making
calls on his cell phone and striking up conversations. He finally made
his way around to me and it was clear that he had been drinking when he
explained that he was looking for a ride to an AA meeting.

The elderly come in to read the newspaper and drink coffee; the
teenagers come just to hang out. It is a half way house for them, too
old for happy meals and not yet ready for senior coffee. Young couple's
come in to rent mainstream movies from the Red Box machine, that
homogenizer of American entertainment. The lowest common denominator,
come to life as a big red vending machine. The sights and sounds of this
place take on a surreal quality, as the alarms for French fries and hot
apple pies ring out against the background noise of canned music and
cell phone conversations.

There comes a constant stream of father's with their small children in
tow inhabiting these plastic pews. They are seeking communion with their
own lost children. They share the sacrament of the happy meal while
trying desperately to fill in the empty spaces and missing time.

You can tell a lot about folks by their clothes, especially in this
Northern latititude. Some come wearing new designer North Face coats or
even furs. Others come here in ragged clothes and carry bundles with
bedrolls across their backs. Men and women who are fighting the cold and
fighting for survival in the cold winter of a cold land. One man
observing such an individual said, "It must be tough living your life
out of three duffel bags, that's a hell of a lifestyle."

I answered, that a lifestyle is a choice, and no one chooses to live in
poverty. The poor come here because the food is cheap and the air is
warm, they find themselves here and they find each other here. A
daughter asked her elderly mother in a loud voice so the elderly woman
could hear her, "What have you been doing with yourself this week
Mother?

I felt that it was somewhat of an absurd and detached question, I mean;
to ask a frail and elderly woman. Remind me when I'm at that age to
answer, "I've been playing handball and touch football." An absurd
question in the palace of Corporate America, a land of the absurd, this
twisted main street in this twisted, bent crumbling and inverted land.

Above it all; in the center of this twisted Main Street of the absurd is
Orwell's big brother television and it chimes on and f*cking on. Above
the noise, above the fray and the fry pots, Fox News is aired around the
clock. It is the most absurd of all of the absurdities here, because
from my tiny time here, nobody is watching, yet it drones on almost
completely un-noticed by anyone. Like Big Brother himself, it is not
here to be judged but only to remind us that it is everywhere.

It is not without some effect however, yesterday an old man was
discussing politics with his friend and feared, "that if Obama gets
re-elected and gets a majority in the Senate he will become like a
dictator." If he gets to name another Supreme Court Justice he will pick
another liberal and then all bets are off, it will be the end of
America as we know it."

It's hard not to laugh, even though it is not funny, but where I wonder, do you suppose the old man got those ideas from?

It is also hard to remain quiet, you feel yourself compelled to ask, who
are these mythical liberals of which you speak? Barney Frank? The man
who did away with the government mortgage market as we know it? Barney
Frank, the man who untied the final mooring of the Franklin Roosevelt's
New Deal and turned the American mortgage buyer over to the private
hands of Mr. Potter's monopoly. That liberal?

Or maybe, he means that liberal Barrack Obama, the Barrack Obama who
continued George W. Bush and Dick Cheney's wars? That liberal Obama who
sided with the Republicans against the labor unions and who sided with
the oil companies against the environment? Or perhaps, he means that
liberal Sonia Sotomayor? That liberal Supreme Court Justice Sotomayor,
who was also on John McCain's short list for a Supreme Court
appointment. The same liberal Sotomayor who decided 86 percent of her
court decisions in favor of corporations against the public. God forbid
that Obama should nominate any other such liberals; Sotomayor was so
liberal, that Rupert Murdoch's Wall Street Journal called her, "a fine
choice."

You can't argue down this twenty four hour propaganda, especially in the
palace of the corporate kings in the sepulcher of American dysfunction.
Even though the sound is turned down it can still be heard, the
programming is closed captioned for the intelligence impaired. A Fox
news poll asks, "Who really creates jobs?" They set them up, just so
they can knock them down. When Fox News promotes a poll question it is
to enlighten the management and not the huskers in the hustings. It is
their metric as to how well the propaganda drip is sinking in with the
suckers.

Fox is making a lot of noise about civil unrest in Moscow and little
news about civil unrest being broken up by police in this country. It is
as it is, and what it is, is no different than the Völkascher
Beobachter which loosely translated means The People's Observer, but
that was an Orwellian inversion of observing the people after applying
the chloroform to the actual news.

It took me a while to figure it out, what exactly does it all mean? Then
it came to me, this is the true Fourth Reich. This is where Ward
Churchill's," little Eichmann's" go for lunch, this where parents bring
their children to indoctrinate them to the sound of a stick hitting the
side of a tin swill bucket. These are the children of the New Order,
these are Pavlov's children. This place"this temple of corporate
ugliness has become the living embodiment of America itself. It is phony
and plastic, a triage unit, a trauma ward, a senior center and a benign
corporate Hitler youth group. It is everything but it is nothing, like
America herself; all of it; all of its promises, are promises made up
for the express purpose of selling you crap and nothing but crap.

 

I who am I? Born at the pinnacle of American prosperity to parents raised during the last great depression. I was the youngest child of the youngest children born almost between the generations and that in fact clouds and obscures who it is that I (more...)
 

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