All of this will go unnoticed by people without the intellectual curiosity or honesty to look beyond their personal ideology to see what is good for their brethren, and by extension, the world.

So socialism will never die because it is espoused by ignorant people, who will look around the world made better by people fighting tooth and nail against the spiteful regulation of every aspect of of our home lives, and business environment, and they say: See, it’s working!

There is an intentional retardation of progress afoot, by people who take on the mantle of ‘Progress’. These are people who do not think this country is great, who do not think that the brand of market-driven capitalism we practice in this country has brought more prosperity and fed more people worldwide than any other system in human history.

People like this simply should not be allowed near the levers of power in this country. There are plenty of places in the world where the notions they believe in are the practiced norms, and I suppose anyone who feel like there is a better way elsewhere should feel free to flounder under the auspices of that system elsewhere, but this country was built on freedom, and the defeat of anything that stands in the way of it.

You cannot unveil Trotskyism in America and expect anything other than a bloody uprising of the people, same here as everywhere else it has been tried, but through unelected agencies, through faceless bureaucrats each enforcing little tiny rule, each tormenting the citizenry just a tiny bit, with no recourse against them, then you can make the people march, and let history call the tune.

We did this, we can undo it. Keep focused on the important things that are happening. Medicare will be bankrupt in 12 years. 12 years? That is within our lifetimes. That is not a thought exercise, not speculation, that is when the poorly conceived system that some people depend on to live, and EVERYONE pays for will collapse under the weight of the greatest medical system in the world. People are living longer, making more of their lives, but the systems never meant to provide decades of long term care are being stretched to the limits.

Trust me, or don’t [look it up], there are dozens and dozens of simple changes that could be implemented, if anyone with common sense would look at the mess and rather than thinking about how it will effect their reelection chances, would simply say that there are changes that need to be made for the good of the country and the people in it.

It can be done. We live in a system where it was originally designed to be done. In order for our constitution to find support in the several states, it was shopped around with 12 amendments. These were meant to to show the wary folk of the day that we were not headed for a monarchy under new name. These 12 amendments, of which 10 were ratified, were called the Bill of Rights. These were the assurance that a war-weary people needed to go forward into the great unknown, since there was no place in history one could look to for a roadmap to success. We were in unknown territory.

The shield of the people against government, the tenth amendment, has been subverted to the point where to advocate for its use in steering policy is like a joke, like a tinfoil hat among the cackling punditry.

The tenth amendment: [Yes. Before you ask, I am one of those guys with the pocket constitution]

The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.

Easy, right? Right there. Ratified 1791, if applied today? Wonderment! If you inspect closely YOUR pocket constitution, you will find no mention of a ban in certain types of light bulbs, or a restriction on the type of toilet you may use, so then those decisions flow the states.

States with respect for the sovereignty of man, would not feel the need to legislate every portion of their citizen’s lives, and those desirous of freedom, with the ability to function on their own, would conglomerate in areas where there strengths were not sapped by regulation without end.

States that were based on the weakness and infirmity of man would gather unto themselves the weak and infirm by promising that no bad thing would happen to you, because there would be many laws, written by your betters, to protect you from every conceivable inconvenience.

Both of these results are a sign of the system working perfectly, and should be celebrated for the service they provide as incubators and protectors of different ways of thinking.

In our current system, where the 10th Amendment is ignored, there is no real variety of thought, there is no new way on the horizon. Every so often a state tries to make a change, and they are smacked down by the federal government as to be an example to the other states to stay in line.

Once there is elected representation that reveres every part of the constitution, and does not try to pick from here or there the parts that serve them best, then we will be on our way back to unlimited potential.

Soon

I think about $380,000 and all of the tools and bronze and noble gasses and welders and urethane rubber that would buy and it makes me work hard with that as my goal. If anyone showed up at my door complaining that I was now a part of a group that owed more than our taxes to some other aggrieved group, then you could expect me to answer the door with my leather apron and a sharpened stick.

I love this country. I love the opportunity this country affords me to see and attain that brass ring. $380,000. It’s dreamy. That guy who started the Burrito Brothers chain around here, he probably made it. That lady with the car dealership, she’s there, too. There’s the banker, the scrap yard, the paint store, Bring Recycling, Jerry’s Home improvement, these are all winners, and they are a part of what makes this community go. There are different ones where you are and lots more. I want to be in that group, and I will do it, just try and stop me.

You don’t know any of these people, or any of the people that run these companies, but you are dragging them through the mud like they have something to be ashamed of. They did different things, whatever interested them, whatever they were born into, whatever their wife turned them onto, these things, by way of the effort they put into it, or their schooling, or their intuition, or how pretty they are, or the natural remedy they stumbled on while looking for a leaf to wipe their ass with, all of these people with their means, and their reasons, have made themselves a success and instead of looking at them for inspiration, you look at them and say:

“They’ve got too much. Get ‘em!”

What a shameful bunch of lazy cunts you are. And then you try to justify it, cooking numbers, fomenting hate. Explain to me how it is any different that the fake science that ‘proved’ Negroes have smaller cranial capacity in the 40’s. Or the hoax of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, excusing all-out, bloody war against the Jews since the 1800’s.

You are taking a group of people that you don’t know and apply some awful standard to them that you think justifies violence toward them, and then you want your friends to join in the fun. Do you think you are enlightened, or informed? In real terms, what do you know about the people you are piling so much hate on? Did they break the law? If they broke the law, then I say ‘KRAK-cow!’ swift and efficient justice upon them. [That was the sound of lightning striking, duh]

When I think of someone saying: “He gamed the system, and made millions through fraud” my fists ball up without even thinking about it. You dullards think you can decide that someone gamed the system when you don’t even know what the system is? If someone used the letter of the law to define the limits of their action and made a bunch of money, that just means that they are smarter than you, not that they drink the blood of babies, but you toss them in the same category as monsters.

Has it occurred to you, even once, and even for a second that system is too complicated? Every time you make a law against something, you are saying that everything that is not that thing, is OK. The Federal Government posted over 89,000 pages of new laws last year. A spelunker could make his way from one side to the other, trailing a bit of string, and when he emerged would be in a position to make a lot of money, because he would have the full weight and force of the law on his side.

Now you look at him like a child and say ‘No fair, look at what he did with a pile of shit, all I got was dirty hands.’ Idiot. You can’t legislate morality, and if you could, whose morality would it be? Morality is a societal norm that encourages behavior that furthers the goals of the society. So. Who decides the goals of the society? You? Me? I think we might differ on that point. Who interprets these goals in light of new information brought about by developments in society? God? Buddha? Allah? Who enforces the standard set, and decides the punishment for failing? Baby Blood Drinkers United [BBDU]? oKKupy wall street Klan [oKKK]?

So. Here we sit. In our comfy chairs that we did not make, in our comfy homes that we did not build, looking at computers and televisions that we don’t have the first clue about fixing, and we want to rage against our comforts, because we are not men and women of the wagon train any more. We don’t need to try anymore; breathing should be enough effort to get us what we need. Then, a light on the hill, the oKKK riding to our benighted rescue. Now we can carry torches, and lynch some fat-cats, and burn dollar signs in the lawns of the banks. That should fill the hole in our hearts.

Lets say you manage to destroy the 1% thoroughly and ultimately. There are 1,399,606 of them, that means that there are more than 220 of you against each one of them, they won’t stand a chance, and what a party it will be. You will destroy this country and the world along with it. You will destroy me, and yourself. You won’t survive the mayhem, or the force of government that will rush in to fill the vacuum.

This is the hill on which I choose to die. I will drag my broken body to the top of a pile of corpses to protect the owner of Kozy Shack because he represents the world I want to live in, and with my last breath I will always want more. More wealth, more achievement, more resources, and more of his delicious Banana Pudding.

You will have killed me, and everyone who feels the way I do. For what? Misguided classist hatred? Yup. Before that, though, you will do something else. The louder and more vituperative you are, belching up class warfare nonsense that you don’t understand, fed to you by people you don’t know and wouldn’t respect if you did, you will make me love you less.

My ardor for you will diminish more and more as you demonstrate an unwillingness to critique your own actions, until I no longer see a once or future lover, a fair-minded teacher of children, or builder of things that I crave. I will see only the enemy of my way of life.

I won’t shed a tear. It will not occur to me that I have lost these things. I have only what I want, and you will be transformed into an obstacle to these goals. Like being born poor, or ugly, or brittle bones, or not that bright, I will push through you without a thought.

Once I reach the sunshine beyond, when I may look around and say:

‘Hey, it sure would be nice if there were some pretty girls here, I knew some pretty girls.’

But probably not. I will look around and feel the sun on my face and try to find some stuff to make into art. And I am sure there will be lots of pretty girls, and the women who meet me on these Elysium fields will be of a particular caliber that will make me as a God to them. For me, what I am capable of, not which group I belong to, or what I have or don’t have, but because I can make and do for them what others can only complain about not existing, or is left undone.

Or I’ll die trying. Hey, I’m not fucking Superman.

Beginning in 1920 Anton Drexler began to seize power in the German government under the banner of the National Socialist party.

In 1912, the Progressive Movement in America began inserting themselves into all levels of government.

The process in Germany was quick and dirty. In the U.S., we were founded on a notion of freedom and individual sovereignty, so the process has taken a great deal longer than overseas. Our Progressives crept along slowly, waiting for people to die off or forget about the freedoms they were destined to have.

January of 1934, the Communist Brownshirts were running the streets, sowing unrest, intimidating everyone under the command of the National Socialists.

Last summer, Occupy Wall Street took root, backed by the Progressives, and began spreading filth, hate, and fear across the country.

By the end of June 1934, the Brownshirts had served their function, and Hitler swooped in to the rescue, killing its leaders, its members, and squashing the movement. Hitler loosed the levers of government and enacted his will on the German people without any of the messy trappings of bureaucracy.

This spring promises to rejoin the Occupy movement, already in progress. There are rumblings of riots and other violence in the streets. Who will be there to save us? The current administration has already shown a willingness to ignore the Judicial Branch, and has shown outright contempt for Legislative.

There is still one choice left to make, to avoid the same outcome history has shown from ‘The Road We Have Traveled’. Everyone: Speak your mind, loud and clear. Let everyone know what you are thinking, the inequities you see from your point of view, but please, stay your hand. Do not make yourself a target. Do not play into the hands of forces you do not see.

Find your resolve, make your points, but do not raise your hands in anger. This will be the end of the republic. And let us not forget the power at hand for he who sits in the seat of power. A vast army and apocalyptic weapons. And do not ignore the looming threat of the UN, who has been looking for an excuse to move against us since they were founded. This will be the end of the world.

Beginning in 1920 Anton Drexler began to seize power in the German government under the banner of the National Socialist party.

In 1912, the Progressive Movement in America began inserting themselves into all levels of government.

The process in Germany was quick and dirty. In the U.S., we were founded on a notion of freedom and individual sovereignty, so the process has taken a great deal longer than overseas. Our Progressives crept along slowly, waiting for people to die off or forget about the freedoms they were destined to have.

January of 1934, the Communist Brownshirts were running the streets, sowing unrest, intimidating everyone under the command of the National Socialists.

Last summer, Occupy Wall Street took root, backed by the Progressives, and began spreading filth, hate, and fear across the country.

By the end of June 1934, the Brownshirts had served their function, and Hitler swooped in to the rescue, killing its leaders, its members, and squashing the movement. Hitler loosed the levers of government and enacted his will on the German people without any of the messy trappings of bureaucracy.

This spring promises to rejoin the Occupy movement, already in progress. There are rumblings of riots and other violence in the streets. Who will be there to save us? The current administration has already shown a willingness to ignore the Judicial Branch, and has shown outright contempt for Legislative.

There is still one choice left to make, to avoid the same outcome history has shown from ‘The Road We Have Traveled’. Everyone: Speak your mind, loud and clear. Let everyone know what you are thinking, the inequities you see from your point of view, but please, stay your hand. Do not make yourself a target. Do not play into the hands of forces you do not see.

Find your resolve, make your points, but do not raise your hands in anger. This will be the end of the republic. And let us not forget the power at hand for he who sits in the seat of power. A vast army and apocalyptic weapons. And do not ignore the looming threat of the UN, who has been looking for an excuse to move against us since they were founded. This will be the end of the world.

Human beings, to these monsters, and the life of Man are base, ugly and common, therefore the art of Man need be the same. That is not the world where I live, or care to live.

‘Romantic’ and ‘Sentimental’ have become de riguer derogatory terms. So it falls. The Romantic Movement is a part of the past, never to return. The zeitgeist swept it to the side the way it did Individualism in ethics, and the way it is trying to do with Capitalism in politics.

It happened when no one was looking, ne, BECAUSE no one was looking. There was no reason to defend a beautiful piece of art, or the sovereignty of a man’s soul or the justice of a man selling his labors for what the market would bear, so they all went undefended.

To even consider that there was an enemy to these things was too, too grim.

The arguments that brought down all of these things were incremental, and had NOTHING TO DO with these pursuits on their merits. All 3 were destroyed over time by people who had no concept of what they were losing, or why.

The only logical conclusion that one may come to from the sentiment displayed by someone INSIDE THAT CURRENT ADMINISTRATION OF THE UNITED STATES is that there is nothing you can do to separate yourself from the debt you owe to people who did not do what you did, to take what is offered to all, and apply your labor to it. You OWE them something because you did something to improve your situation.

I suppose under the current disdain for the miraculous events surrounding our history it falls to me, a dirty, sullen, laconic human to remind anyone who cares to read on that the attitude herein described is the EXACT OPPOSITE of what raised this country up from the mire of the 17th century and dragged the unappreciative world along with it.

This woman is a special adviser to the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau. With this attitude. She has the ear of the President, and will steer the regulations imagined and enforced by unknown and unelected forces within the administration. This is a brand new agency. Does it not occur to anyone, here, in the world, where people live and die, that there is now whole building in Washington D.C. chock full of people whose sole purpose is to tell you that you don’t have the good sense that God gave a goat? Do you need the government in your affairs to that degree? They will get in between you and your banker, and there is a short list of more personal places for the government to be.

What this quote suggests to me is that I ought to stop doing those things that separate me from the rest of humanity. When I treat myself with the respect that an individual deserves, that is when the wiseguys notice me, and they will beat me with bats to get me back in with the rest of the chattel. Only the big brains have the wherewithal to distinguish themselves, not me, not if I wasn’t born into it.

Does that sound familiar? Like Aristocracy and Commoners? Yes it does. How long, on our current trend lines, will it be before we once again find ourselves squatting over open latrines? Seriously? We are moving back to the earth, away from the great glory of man. The majesty of creative impulse is tamped down by the snide snickering of those so underwhelmingly endowed as to be unable to create. To balance the scales of there own misguided self-worth they drag down anything that rises too high, besmirching anything that shines too bright. Making all flat and gray.

Wake up. I refuse to contribute to the continual degradation of the human spirit. I will continue to make beauty and love, even as it grows less popular every day. I will not let any man feel as though he owes me anything not taken in free exchange of my labors. And unto my very death I will not fall prey to the attitude that the common is my goal, that the ugly need be revered, that there is a thing called fairness.

I will drag myself on knobby elbows, trailing bloody feet in pursuit of the ideal of beauty that I have made for myself, that no man can tell me is wrong. I will accept nothing less than my very last breath in that pursuit. I will do it with the smile that only freedom brings.

What will you do?

It’s like a dream. I can only just barely imagine what it would be like if everyone saw the truth in what I have said. It is easier for me to get my head around the idea of a fence, with me on this side, and her on the other. The people on her side of the fence have to agree with this statement, the people on my side don’t have to agree with me, or anything in particular. They can even agree with her, but realize that what they want will be on this side.

I don’t need to know anything about the people on my side of the fence, except that they don’t see the value in being on the other side. I cannot imagine the torments facing the poor saps on the other side, when they would be willing focus of all of the hardships necessitated to enlist a worldview like Elizabeth Warren’s

There would be, could be, no private ownership of property, because it would necessarily need to be equally distributed amongst all of the citizens and this goes against every human instinct. It would not take long for Elizabeth’s haircut to figure out that a great deal of force would be required to keep everything even. Shortly after that, the thinking brain of Ms. Warren would engage and immediately start amassing an army.

Commerce would be impossible, since for whatever item of value you traded for another that you needed, there would need to be a mechanism in place too make sure that anything above the exact mean income would be reallocated for the good of the collective. Get out the guns, because that man who cuts the wood for fuel will be will not be interested in parting with the sweat of his brow, unless it is in exchange for a thing that he wants.

Come to think of it, he wouldn’t be on that side of the fence to begin with. Ms Warren will have to instruct her goons to rotate people through every job that the governing body thinks is worth doing. That way no person gets to do what they want to do. Sounds awful, but typical on that side of the fence, the name for that society is ‘Utopia’, and they will want out. Any move toward the gate will need to be crushed mercilessly because without the cowed obedience of all citizens, there will not be enough to pass around.

I don’t want to be on that side of the fence

This is a new kind of thought for me. I thought that if I liked the way someone looked, and I was willing to put in the effort, then I would succeed by force of will.

We are all the raw materials from which others make what they need. I may be only this, or only that, but when I pair with the wrong person, they take the parts of me, change them into the thing that they are bound to have, and then reject the rest. The thing they make is their truth, but a truth only to them, not a reflective general truth that is a spoken reality, but it carries for them all of the facets and gravitas and consequence to them of the real thing.

I need to keep my heart safe. Hang on, the me of two years ago called, said he was going to kick my ass. I don’t mean that in a hermetic, cloistered way. I mean to say that I am the same as everyone. I rush on, ignoring all signs and symbols. I love my ass off, and until last Thursday it never occurred to me that there was a type of person who wouldn’t want that. I make the object of my attention into the single thing in my universe, I want to bask in it, hold it up with wonder. I want to use them to create before me the alpha and the omega.

Turns out that not everyone wants to be that, go figure.

Now, if I were taking apart whomever I found before me, and shaping those parts into an abuser, or Sousaphone player, or a dumbass, then to leave them would feel like the perfect thing to do. No, what I do is harmful only to myself. I use the parts of them and make the other half of me. I persist in this delusion as long as it will last, and then when they go, it tears me apart, because I have put them inside me, in my heart, and the hole they leave is bigger than the space they occupied.

I can’t do that anymore. Not even once more can I do it.

It is not a matter of right or wrong, it is a matter of giving them what they need even if/especially if they need to have their guts stomped out.

That is an idea so foreign to me that it may take a while for me to understand.

Not to love someone with everything I have? Bizarre.

Hold something back? Unthinkable!

There is no standard for love. I need to be careful to avoid the type of person who does not have the desire or capacity to accept exactly everything I have.

I am so excited about the opportunity to try, let alone thrive in this place and time. I am so enamored of the possibilities. I have to keep my jaw clenched for fear of biting off my fucking tongue.

Go find it. The world. It’s right there for you, it will NEVER let you down.

Fail to critique that which transcends your understanding.

Fail to allow the actions of others to offend.

Fail to keep your temper.

Let all emotion fly.

No emotion needs justification!