So. Here we all are on a fine Saturday morning in America.
America. Land of the Free, Home of the Brave. Right. Free–if you’re rich enough–to buy the US Supreme Court, the US and States’ Congresses, and enough pristine Colorado wilderness to build yourself a real-live old western town like our boy Koch. But Brave? My dictionary defines brave as, “Possessing courage and valor…,” and has something to do with Honor.
How Brave is it to send the truly Brave among us to fight wars started by and based upon, lies? How Brave is it to use bald-faced lies to push your religious-based political agenda? How Brave are you to lie to get ahead?
How fucking Brave are you when you grab your banana-clipped automatic weapons and shoot up women and kids in the name of white bigotry? How Brave are Glen Beck and Savage and the other assholes when they wind up their Nazi toys to do their killing? How Brave is it to hate based upon nothing more than a difference?
America. For amber waves of grain; For purple mountains majesty. Right. Amber-stalked, dead corn and soy beans and amber-bleached animal carcasses spread across our drought-plagued infertile plains. Amber is the color of the gold lining the pockets of the oilmen and financiers who profit from the greenhouse gasses that cause the extremes in weather that cause the droughts.
As for your majestic mountains… Better not have coal or gold or uranium or another valuable commodity buried within its geo structure.
Which reminds me. Tennessee’s state song is Rocky Top, or at least it seems to be. Do you think those 100,000 plus Volunteers are thinking about the dozens of their rocky topped mountains that are getting dug into flattops by the coal industry as they sway and sing at Neyland Stadium?
America. American Industrial Might. Right. Man walks into a bar in Detroit and says to the bartender, he says, “Say, barkeep, I’m a foreign journalist and I’ve just flown in to do a story on American Industrial Might. Where would you suggest I start?” Barkeep says, “China.”
America. America, where all men are created equal. Really?
Ugh. I’m getting all pissed off with the state of things in my beloved country. The story about that asshole William “Wild Bill Willie” Koch building his own old west town in the back yard of his Colorado home has hit me hard. Go read just one of the stories and see if you don’t get pissed as well. Motherfucker has enough money to pay for all that excess of greedy ego and he still wants to manipulate our political processes to gain more.
There is a group of Christian-based robber barons who want to take us back to the 1800′s, when labor unions were dreams and a man could buy any fucking thing he wanted. That, dear friends, is why Wet Willie Koch is so fascinated with the Wild, Wild West. He wants to buy the fastest gun in town and be the land baron.
I guess Wild Willie wants to play gunslinger and shoot up Dodge City. Maybe that’s what it takes to get his pecker stiff at age 72. Me, I hope his little adventure turns into a true life Westworld. I can envision Yul Brenner’s The Gunslinger character staring him down, and…
Wasn’t Yul Brenner a scary fucking human being? If he had been born anytime in history before 1850 he’d have been a military dictator. If he were to give me that stare and say, “Eat that plate of cat shit, boy!” I’d be forced to reply, “Just one plate, sir?”
America’s infrastructure is crumbling–roads, bridges, dams and all the rest are in a terrible state of repair. We manufacture less than we consume. Our forever free and quality public education system is getting ruined by extremists. We are losing the important personal freedoms gained by Americans starting with our Revolution to gain freedom from England, and from slavery, and the Suffragettes, and segregation and women’s reproductive rights.
Women’s Rights. There’s your oxymoron if Mitt Romney can steal enough votes to become President. Do you realize that in more than thirty of our glorious states, if a woman who gets pregnant as the result of rape and decides to have the baby, she is REQUIRED by new laws to take that child to visit the rapist father while he’s in prison? That’s right, a rapist get’s visitation rights to his little love child in the majority of our states, and the mother is required to produce the child to the prison gates.
Are… You… Fucking… Kidding me?
What has happened? How did we get here? Why is the Jesus of peace and love now used as a battering ram to oppress all differing views?
Which reminds me. Last night I worked late with the stone masons to lay the flagstone walkways out back here to our Santa Fe casita. I finished too tired to get cleaned up, so I just washed the red dust off my hands and face and headed to a fast food joint for a greasy dinner of fried fish and chips. It was just a half hour before closing time and there were but two families seated in the otherwise empty dining room. One family rose and left as I got my tray of food and the other–a family of Native Americans–were seated in a booth next to the table I chose for myself.
There was a mother-grandmother, and I’m thinking two of her sons and a granddaughter and grandson. She was dressed classically in Navajo fashion and her grandson of maybe seven years called her “Shímásání”. That’s how I knew them to be Navajo. For some weird reason I know the Navajo word for Gram.
She spoke to her family only in her native tongue–quiet, hyphenated rhythmic speech with emphasis on almost every other syllable. It made me tear up to hear her speak and the reverential treatment she received from her family. I sat, enchanted, as my tears peppered the fried fish fillets like the sprinkling of malt vinegar I’d just applied. I felt a passion and respect for this woman and her history. I started thinking about that asshole William Koch and wondered how long I’d need to practice to become a gunslinger so I could go face him down at high noon.
That’s when it hit me.
I haven’t had a psycho therapy session in over three weeks!