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January 22, 2008
Greased
Polls and Late Dreams: Rip Endorses RP
by Eugene E. Narrett, Ph.D.
It's a horse race and my friend Rip has always
been a betting man; he travels light: coin in his
pockets is unwanted ballast. Now that he's woken up
(a periodic occurrence) and had a taste of the
bunting, colors and cider he's starting to enjoy
the sporting aspects of the dash for the White
House. I tell him it's a smoke and
mirrors but he doesn't care: though baffled by the
details and outraged at the news like most
Americans he's hooked on the lingo and trappings.
Like an index fund on a roller coaster and oiled by
copious hard cider, I will track his investment in
the distraction machine.
Since the Red Team's debate in
South Carolina, Rip likes Uncle Fred Thompson. Was
it the spunky comment about jihadists and virgin
delights? Because he got some rest, a facial and
plenty of make up? Because he's a Presidential sort
of male person, relaxed, deep voiced,
been-around-the-block manner? No, Rip likes him
because on a trip to Manhattan he once visited a
wax museum and saw a spitting image of candidate
Fred who might still be viable in November.
To bring him up to date, I tell Rip that money
today is like a "Continental," worth so little that
you can't buy a house to live in. When you rent
'your' house from the bank you pay property taxes
for mandatory schools from which the State takes
your children so that a union of female communists
can train them to be world citizens. His mouth was
working like a fresh-caught fish, so we had some
cider and talked about "social security," an early
form of government by crisis. He asked if he was
old enough to collect and I said the finances were
more complicated than figuring his age since the
speed of time is relative not only to cider intake
but to the honesty of government.
A talk show host says, "Our boss is the truth";
he meant mass-produced clichés that suppress
thought are boss. Wild Bull Malarkey agreed,
Machiavelli's' dust tittered.
Rip said he was voting for Ron Paul even if he's
a combination steam valve and collection box that
will be made to disappear when time shall serve.
Then I showed him a TV and clicked on "We Instruct,
You Provide," its imperial-fascist graphics and
stable of blow-dried morons and chattering starlets
in red sweaters and expensive neckwear.
It was the evening after the Michigan primary
and they were selling a new definition of "economic
conservative": demanding "government grants"
starting at $20 billion to rescue the lives and
economy of states destroyed by outsourcing, federal
takeover of land, water and agriculture with
regulations and licenses required for everything.
"Government grant" means more taxes, impoverishment
and consequent enslavement of people whose lives
will be used to support bureaucrats and
lawyers.
Rip had some more cider and stared at the red
sweaters like a good citizen
The Red winner says "Washington is broke and
we're going to fix it." Rip says, if it's broke,
why not just toss it in the dumpster or use it for
landfill and build a racetrack or casino on it. I
tell him it is a casino but the landfill idea has
legs. Red Winner also says he takes his inspiration
from Ronald Reagan and George Herbert Walker Bush,
two men who disliked each other, initially; then
the Gipper learned to see things more clearly.
None of the candidates mentioned the California
proposal to have the State monitor and regulate
everyone's thermostat: achtung! (See
article, "2020 Vision" for context).
Rather than analyze (really), the talking
hairstyles have sold the concept of "Hillary
positioning her self as strong on defense." Rip
asked, "defense of what," said something about Dame
Van Winkle and we laughed bitterly for a bit. O
look: there's the President chatting with lawyer
Van Sisterhood. His father says he likes "strong
women."
The imperial network, the false alternative,
keeps grinding the big lie about today's "liberals"
(Nanny-State Globalist Tyrants) and their staged
dialectic with conservatives like Mitt Romney.
While governor of Massachusetts the man impressed
us with two main qualities: ambition and deceit.
He's chiseled and has definite Regional World
Controller capabilities. Like his fellow
Feudal-State fascist, John McCain, Mr. Open borders
and free bennies for illegal aliens, he gives Team
Blue several representatives on Team Red.
They talked a lot about the primaries in Nevada,
first Blue then Red. Rip's friend didn't know
Nevada had any permanent residents aside from a few
imperiled ranchers, card dealers and hookers. The
Corporate Collective (Federal Gummint) owns 3/4th
of the State so why risk having the peasants
realize that the vote totals are cooked? Truth is
boss
Hillary ran against a horse with no name and got
about half the vote according to die bold. Michelle
Obama is a member of the Chicago chapter of the
Council on Foreign Relations, www.ccfr.org as well
as a highly remunerated member of a Medical Center
there: Bravo! The "camps" of Mrs. Senator Clinton
and Mr. Obama have stirred up a "race" issue but
for all the blather no mainstream pundits have
reported or discussed (?) that candidate Obama
belongs to a Church with a decided anti-white and
anti-American, pro-African statement of principles.
Of course they won't report or discuss it: 1) they
are stupid, 2) their job is to suppress not only
discussion but the ability to discuss and, 3) since
early November 2006 it has been obvious that the
Blue ticket will be Mrs. Clinton and B. Obama so
not supporting them, it will be suggested is
"racist and a sexist". This will help the
blues triumph, further balkanize the nation pending
its definitive break-up, increase language-encoded
lies and further suppress the ability and freedom
to think. It's like gender hate crimes: the
plaintiff decides if you're guilty and when the
Plaintiff-in-Chief is "I am Woman" almost half of
us will be even guiltier than we already are.
'You're not supposed to notice,' I remark and
Rip applied to the cider jug. "Truth is our boss"
says the talking head.
The commentators were having another go at it:
they couldn't insult Mike Huckabee enough or treat
the great McCain with sufficient deference.
Big-eared "Bubbles" was "reporting live," a
physical impossibility and two other goons reminded
me of an April day in New England: if you totaled
their IQ's it might not make 50, but they told us
how things were shaking out, horse race-wise. The
moderator, who, like any plausible person loves to
fake-laugh at his own non-jokes declared McCain to
be "statesmanlike".
"Momentum is critical" declared the
official conservative as any attention not focused
on the New England Patriots turned to the Palmetto
state. Of course this is the decade of "The
Patriots" and the "Red Sox": it's just the way
things turned out.
Not having the heart to wake Rip, I dreamed of
little men with long beards, tall hats and the
sound of scattershot ninepins. I dreamed that
someone said, "Tonight is a victory of optimism!"
Happy days were here again; ain't we got fun? I
thought about liberal fascism and H. G. Wells'
suggestion that we all learn to be "enlightened
Nazis" so ably discussed in Jonah Goldberg's new
book which could make some sense of what passes for
political discourse: too far down the path to
INGSOC. Rip hadn't liked the need to get a license
and endure a waiting period before replacing his
fowling piece. If Dame Van Winkle had filed a DPO
against him he'd never get one: there'd be
nothing to do, -- except serve time; or one could
turn coat and be a time-server for the Daily
TRUTH.
A conservative eunuch opined that Hillary's
tears "were certainly genuine." How about we have a
triumvirate rule us? There's a precedent
Shortly before she was murdered, Benazir Bhutto
talked with time-server David Frost about the
situation in Pakistan, an instant wonder created by
Britain in 1946. Aside from mentioning "the man who
killed Osama bin Laden" she said that while the
terrorists in Pakistan were a genuine danger it
would be more valuable to investigate those funding
and financing them. Will Mitt fix that: the blues
won't either
There is, however one place in the world where
no investigation is required to see who is funding
terrorists: the oligarchic Baronies of America and
Europe direct their peoples, through a "democratic
process" to fund, arm and have their personnel
train jihadists to murder Jews in Israel to expunge
all sovereignty from the model of sovereignty,
ordered liberty and free will (see "Democracy,
Tyranny and a Model of Ordered Liberty"). Some
things don't change: when Blue Hillary promoted the
big lie in 1999 there was a storm: when Red George
made it the centerpiece of his foreign policy it
was called the road map to "peace," the war process
to the World Security State.
But at the track, we can make a difference: it's
a horse race, a remarkable bordello.
"We'll change the tax structure" says Fred
Thompson, the implausible dream; but how? Didn't
the Government's own Comptroller say the actual
deficit is several trillion dollars papered
over by social security funds and tax revenues? The
conservative from Arkansas said that "Moms and Dads
raise children better than the government does"; a
true and very radical statement at times when we've
got blues like those above. Without giving a
reference point or plan he added, "We want
government to be as small as it can be" and "a
government that leaves us alone": don't sweat the
details.
That's what it sounded like inside Rip's dream.
Inside were cider, fire, and a tiny spark of hope.
Outside was the blob and purple haze.
Narrett
Archive
Dr.
Eugene Narrett is a writer and teacher in
Massachusetts and is the author of Gathered
Against Jerusalem: Essays on a False
Peace
(Dec. 2000). His book, Israel Awakened: A
Chronicle of the Oslo War (2001), is currently
available at www.1stbooks.com/bookview/7421.
His latest book, WW III: the War on the Jews and
the Rise of the World Security State (2007), is
available at www.lightcatcherbooks.com.
Visit his website at www.israelendtimes.com.
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