Convenient Patriots, Well-buttered Words, and Machine Guns (Warrior Poet Mental Yoga 170)

A Mexican Patriot (aforementioned he also worked as an Ethiopian Patriot, a Chinese Patriot, and a Haitian Patriot) came across, to the tent of a M.M. brigadier, and confessed that while it hurt him to tattle on his own beloved country, conscience compelled him to reveal that his Mexican superiors were planning to fly over and bomb Laredo, San Antonio, Bisbee, and probably Tacoma, and Bangor, Maine.

This excited the Corpo <fascist party in control> newspapers very much indeed, and in New York and Chicago they published photographs of the conscientious traitor half an hour after he had appeared at the Brigadier’s tent . . . where, at that moment, forty-six reporters happened to be sitting about on neighboring cactuses.

America rose to defend her hearthstones, including all the hearthstones on Park Avenue, New York, against false and treacherous Mexico, with its appalling army of 67,000 men, with thirty-nine military aeroplanes. Women in Cedar Rapids hid under the bed; elderly gentlemen, in Cattaraugus County, New York, concealed their money in elm-tree boles; and the wife of a chicken-raiser seven miles N.E. of Estelline, South Dakota, a woman widely known as a good cook and a trained observer, distinctly saw a file of ninety-two Mexican soldiers pass her cabin, starting at 3:17 A.M. on July 27, 1939 <an obvious impossibility to anyone not delusional within the context of the book>.

To answer this threat, America, the one country that had never lost a war and never started at unjust one <obvious satire>, rose as one man, as the Chicago Daily Evening Corporate put it. It was planned to invade Mexico as soon as it should be cool enough, or even earlier, if the refrigeration and air-conditioning could be arranged. In one month, five million men were drafted for the invasion, and started training.

Then suddenly, America’s agreeable anticipation of stealing Mexico <whatever sovereign country> was checked by a popular rebellion against the whole Corpo regime.

These rebels had most of them, before the election, believed in Buzz Windrip’s fifteen points; believed that when he said he wanted to return the power pilfered by the bankers and the industrialists to the people, he more or less meant that he wanted to return the power of the bankers and industrialists to the people. As month by month they saw that they had been cheated with marked cards again, they were indignant; but they were busy with cornfield and sawmill and diary and motor factory, and it took the impertinent idiocy of demanding that they <the newly drafted US citizenry> march down into the desert and help steal a friendly country to jab them into awakening and into discovering that, while they had been asleep, they had been kidnapped by a small gang of criminals armed with high ideals, well-buttered words, and a lot of machine guns <Drones, Tomahawk Missiles, and the Mother of All Bombs>.

It Can’t Happen Here

Sinclair Lewis          1935

Back to the Future Fascism; 1935 to 2017 (Warrior Poet Mental Yoga 163)

He used to surprise persons who were about to shake hands with him by suddenly bending their fingers back till they almost broke. Most people didn’t like it much.

Doremus Jessup could not explain his power of bewitching large audiences. The Senator was vulgar, almost illiterate, a public liar easily detected, and in his “ideas” almost idiotic, while his celebrated piety was that of a traveling salesman for church furniture, and his yet more celebrated humor the sly cynicism of a country store.

Certainly there was nothing exhilarating in the actual words of his speeches, nor anything convincing in his philosophy. His political platforms were only wings of a windmill.

He was an actor of genius. There was no more overwhelming actor on the stage, in motion pictures, nor even in the pulpit. He would whirl arms, bang tables, glare from mad eyes, vomit Biblical wrath  from a gaping mouth; but he would also coo like a nursing mother, beseech like an aching lover, and in between tricks would coldly and almost contemptuously jab his crowds with figures and facts—figures and facts that were inescapable even when, as often happened, they were entirely incorrect.

But below this surface stagecraft was his uncommon natural ability to be authentically excited by and with his audience, and they by and with him. He could dramatize his assertion that he was neither a Nazi nor a Fascist. . .

. . . make you see him veritably defending the Capitol against barbarian hordes, the while he innocently presented as his own warm-hearted Democratic inventions, every anti-libertarian, anti-racist (anti-foreigner) madness of Europe.

Aside from his dramatic glory, Buzz Windrip was a Professional Common Man.

Oh, he was common enough. He had every prejudice and aspiration of every American Common Man. He believed in the desirability and therefore the sanctity of . . .

. . . and the superiority of anyone who possessed a million dollars. He regarded spats, walking sticks, caviar, titles, tea-drinking, poetry not daily syndicated in newspapers, and all foreigners, possibly excepting the British, as degenerate.

But he was the Common Man twenty-times-magnified by his oratory, so that while the other Commoners could understand his every purpose, which was exactly the same as their own, they saw him towering among them, and they raised hands to him in worship.

And it was Buzz’s master stroke that, as warmly as he advocated everyone’s getting rich by just voting to be rich, he denounce all “Fascism” and “Nazism,” so that most of the Republicans who were afraid of Democratic Fascism, and all the Democrats who were afraid of Republican Fascism, were ready to vote for him.

Pushing in among this mob of camp followers who identified political virtue with money for their rent came a flying squad who suffered not from hunger but from congested idealism: Intellectuals and Reformers and even Rugged Individualists, who saw in Windrip, for all his clownish swindlerism, a free vigor which promised a rejuvenation of the crippled and senile capitalistic system.

It Can’t Happen Here

Sinclair Lewis          1935

Subtle Realities of the Present (WPMY 135)

6.5 trillion lost and irrelevant, because it’s all about freedom.

38 billion a great gift of peace and prosperity to the worst of entangling alliances.

Al Nusra, our comrade, confident, and ally, once again.
They Tow the line and the targets like no other.

A woman’s right to choose proclaimed,
as every cold button civil liberty is macerated in lipstick glee.

Yes We Can. Yes, Yes, We Can.

Exceptionalistic protection like no other, from a misogynistic, mega-corporate, witch-hunter, ever-revolving racist.

Make America Angry, Dumb and Dumber Again.

Hell hath no fury like that of a woman’s scorn or a comb over.

That’s for sure.

Only 250,000 trapped in Aleppo, as if you care.

Proxy-War with Yemen, but I guess someone must kill the children as they donate quite graciously to the Clinton Foundation.

The Supreme Arms Dealer in Chief blew G.W. away by a good 30 billion in sales in only his first 6 years on the job.
And domestic gun violence really is so much more tragic than global chaos and destruction.

Everyone should be proud to cheat the government, the Representatives of the People and the Common Good, out of everything they may…..foodstamps, birthcontrol, welfare, healthcare, and such. It’s great when everyone is only getting smarter.

Crucify the third party by a standard 20 fold greater than a myopic allegiance to one of two purple doppelgangers ’cause their truth isn’t so entertaining.

Hell Yeah America!

Freedom ain’t fucking free!
But ahhhh, wait a minute, it is, ain’t it…unless you’re just fighting for your own version of it…

You can censor everyone’s words and everyone’s writing, and you can trample on everyone’s natural rights, and thoughts, and freedoms, but don’t you dare, don’t you dare, trample on my flag or my party. That’s disrespectful and full of hate for me and my country.

Cribb

2016

The Veterinarian 101

I think it important to note that corporations, not government, are the driving force behind scaring the hell out of people in every way imaginable so that they “run to the doctor” and spend or try to spend excessive amounts of money on their health care. This is done in massive and expertly crafted propaganda, repetitively bombarded over the internet, radio, and TV. The initiation of this tactic is beginning right now in veterinary medicine and it is ONLY of corporate origin (not government) with the direct intention of draining enormous amounts of money out of the pockets of pet owners with the sole purpose of making excessive profit. It is based on poor paranoid excessive medicine and intentional manipulation of medical truths, probabilities, and concerns. These corporations (insurance, drug, financing, doctor management hospitals) are governments. They are like small rogue nation states. They aren’t businesses and they haven’t been in a long time. They don’t actually operate in the private sector. That’s just an illusion and a technicality of language. They act with the same malevolence that many attribute only to “government” entities and maybe worse, because all that they care about and prioritize is maximizing profit. That is in direct conflict with practicing ethical, moral, and empathetic medicine. You may not be suffering too much yourself due to your socioeconomic status, but I assure you that many good people I know and have known, do.

Jeff Cribb DVM          2016

Warrior Poet Mental Yoga 104

Always The Issue

The issue is stability versus destabilization. A stronger “pack” (country, business, family, team, etc) across the board of natural order versus a “destabilized pack” that allows natural order within that “pack” to be usurped by weaker individuals and entities that would under natural circumstances be minimally influential in power, possession (of sorts), and policy. Destabilization is pervasive in our country and culture at present. It hides in many forms (war, fear, greed, racism, industrial capitalism, American exceptionalism, religion, emotionally charged political propaganda….essentially any “ticket”) to allow for the most basic downward transcendence of existence. It has been made exponentially worse through overpopulation and over-organization which both lead to progressive centralization.

Centralization, whether transiently good or bad, will always tend to become more corrupt and destabilizing to the overwhelming majority of the “pack” so that endless rule and parasitism can be employed against the majority for the gluttonous greed and power mongering of the very few at the top. The naturally weaker usurpers imperatively and compulsively seek control of all (as opposed to balanced decentralized independent respectful tolerance and nonintervention) addictively through their only viable means, destabilization, in their own quest for perpetual self-perceived validation of their dominance (genuinely false in all respects) over all. In reality, this only correlates to subjugation via whatever available means and/or manipulation through their delusionary tactics. This dynamic occurs in every institution, every culture, every religion, and every type of political system.

Most likely, the American populace would need to shrink by one-half to three-quarters of its population for the higher functioning empaths to have a legitimate opportunity at re-establishing the widespread stability of functional decentralization in our country. Such a development would decrease the apath (psychological definition) population significantly, allowing the high functioning empaths to rally forces without being constantly swarmed, drowned, and thwarted in word and deed by a supersaturated populace of apaths. The leaders of both primary parties are meanwhile deadset on the further progressive centralization (the overdominance and bullying of a greater number of people) of a global government for the obvious reasons stated above.

Cribb          2015

 

Warrior Poet Mental Yoga 92

President Reagan’s Best Lesson

The most astounding thing that Ronald Reagan, the best lesson ever, was his reconciliation with his mistake he made in Lebanon with two-hundred and forty-two marines being killed. By admitting he made a mistake, admitting that he said he would never turn tail and run…but he finally came around to understanding the irrationality of the politics of the middle east, and he should have never gone in there, and therefore he said if I had done that, been more neutral in the situation, those marines would be alive today. That should be Reagan’s quote…the recognition when he made a mistake and Americans died needlessly… nobody wants to talk about that. They want to talk about Ronald Reagan being forceful. The extreme of this is when Reagan bombed Libya, needlessly, which just further antagonized…and we’re still in a mess with Libya…as if that had solved the problem. So, that is the type of intervention that is just so difficult for me to understand.

Transcript excerpt from the Liberty Report, Sept. 2015

Ron Paul