Been awhile…

So many things in my head and so much I wanna say but just don’t seem to get here often enough anymore.

How ya been?

Me?  Well, not the greatest but getting’ by, getting’ by.  Made it this far so far right?

Are you happy?  I mean with yourself and your life; with your family and your place in society; with the education systems and the local government; with the state of the culture; with your personal rights and freedoms; with your ability to freely practice your religion with no government interference; with your state and our federal government; with your economic position and condition; with all that is now, or is to be, and compared to what once was in this land of ours?

Oh, that’s right, the land my really not be “ours” but that’s just a detail on a bureaucrat’s desk somewhere and of no particular concern to you.

And you only reading this to kill some time waiting on the check from Daddy G.

Life ticks away and freedoms slide on by and somehow just disappear while we ain’t looking.

Are you better off now then you were before?  Do you live by the toil of your own self or do you let Daddy G do all that for you?

Easier to be bought off I suppose; getting fucked for money is probably better than getting fucked just for fun…if you wanna eat in the morning that is.

And you just take it don’t you?  Ain’t no concern of yours and ain’t no business of no one else.

But there is that deep-down fear that you manage to always ignore and avoid ain’t there?

Look, even now you can’t find it, face it, or figure out a way to shake it off. It’s there and that’s all there is to it.

How much you done for yourself this week?  Slave or whore- you gets to pick.

Daddy G just keep givin’ until, well, he either decides to stop or the stuff he givin’ just run out.  There ain’t no more of what ain’t no longer there.  Even Daddy G can’t do the loaves & fishes thing even though he sure does a good job in tryin to make you think it so.

No, it don’t stop, it just keep getting worse. But if you inside the bubble there ain’t no reason to make it pop is there?

And I know you don’t read or know much history (unless you managed to read the stuff they done re-wrote during your formative scholastic years) but there are lessons there.

No?  Oh, okay, what’s different now?

Oh yeah- there be smarter people in charge that just know how to do it right…for you.

Yeah, right.  Why they so nice?

Maybe it’s that there be slicker folk in charge now and they just know how to do it right…to you.

Maybe they the same gender so, yeah, they got it right. Maybe they the same party so they gotta know.  Maybe they the same sexual preference so they really understand.  Maybe they the same color so they know you and get you.  Maybe they worship the same god- or none- and you just like that.  Maybe they from the same place so they feel the pain and know the streets. In some way man they just like you!

Right? The fact that they rich and powerful and livin’ by a whole different set of rules is just, well, maybe it’s just the way nature made it to be.  But it ain’t no particular worry for you anyhow as long as you get the last little trickle from the hose.

Yeah, it gonna end and you ain’t got no choice since you took the money and got on your back with legs spread (or bent over with cheeks spread if that’s your liberal preference).  They own you and you won’t even admit it. Or worse yet you don’t even know it.

Used to be that slaves didn’t wanna be slaves.  Used to be that slaves knew they were slaves and the ones that knew it and didn’t like it tried to change it.

Yeah, it’ll end and since you ain’t choosing when to say when they gonna end it on their terms, when Daddy G don’t need you no more. How long that?

And then don’t come runnin’ to me cuz I hope to be long gone and outta here when that shithouse meets the flame…

And it seem to me that we closer to the end now than the beginning.