Being the only slightly contrary cuss that I am ( aspirations include becoming a complete cuss who is unfit for human interaction ), I can’t help but take the road less traveled and instead of getting all weepy and emotional about yet another friggin anniversary of the celebration of fantasy when our glorious leaders such as President Cheney fabricated one of the most improbable false flag accounts in history and concocted a ridiculous “razor blades explode the Twin Towers” story, I happily mark the event as a triumph. Now, please don’t misunderstand. I don’t celebrate the taking of innocent lives. I don’t celebrate the government lying to us, or using the Constitution as toilet paper. I don’t celebrate the direction our country has taken, other than it was the path of lesser evils. If we hadn’t done it this way, right now I would not be talking to you but most likely already be living in a post-apocalypse smoking ruin of a world. As suck-ass as our current reality is, it sure beats collapse.
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Oh, collapse is coming. And of course it will suck worse than the worse you can think of in any of your nightmares. It won’t be a bucolic life of yeoman farmers being allowed to produce their livelihood in peace but rather a never ending series of raids by marauders as dozens of criminal gangs fight for the right to be the next king. And your fields are the bandits larder. The badest semi-auto won’t win the war but those with the last of the ammunition for any gun might, if they are lucky, have a sufficient force multiplier to be the last force on the field. Most likely, former farmland will have been so depleted of nutrients that it will need to lay fallow for centuries to recover, and in the meantime billions will die out after famine and petulance reign. But at least we are still holding on at the edge of the cliff. The collapse hasn’t started in earnest, which is all that counts. In a global slide down the crapper, the last man down has a firmer foothold as he can use the corpses of the first, their bloated bodies atop the cesspool. Would you rather be Greece right now? Any part of Africa? You might not agree that 9/11 was a farce and a con job, but you had better be happy it happened. I detest the mere mention of the name of FDR, a monkey molesting pig humper little vile whore of a man, but I won’t deny that if he hadn’t tricked us into WWII we wouldn’t have enjoyed a half century of global hegemon. Which has led to an undeserved, unrealistic lifestyle which I’ve enjoyed, as have you.
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All the chickens eventually come home to roost. But it’s been a decent eleven years to me. I contend without our middle east occupation I wouldn’t have gotten to my coveted current position. In a decade I’ve gone from one paycheck away from homelessness to commanding the forces of good that shall burst forth from Fortress Bison and smite the unholy. I’ve seen my kids grown up, and I’ve enjoyed my time perfecting my craft as writer. But I know what lies ahead. Collapse will come sooner or later even as we occupy the last oil fields. And as much as I bitch and moan and complain about a national ID or about inflation or about Obammy The Fake or about indefinite detention or whatever, even as I lament the passing of a great country I still recognize that the alternative is a local king. Who is much more dangerous. He knows you exist and can kill you. Thank all the gods the Feds are a smallish force and rather incompetent. They will, probability wise, pose much less of a threat to your life. Once their rule is gone you can count on much more brutal regime. So, rather than complain how bad our government is, let’s acknowledge that it could be far worse. The alternative to a fight to the last drop of oil is a fight for the last kernel of grain. And thank goodness we are holding back everyone else at the moment. Once that fails, we implode economically and a military invasion is close. You can defeat a rifle behind every blade of grass if those rifles are held by hands shaking from famine and the sites are used by eyes weakened from lack of protein.
If the goal to invading Iraq is to deny their oil to our consuming competitors and the purpose behind invading Afghanistan was to garrison a strike force within reach of all our potential enemies, well, mission accomplished! And if we can crush Europe economically so as to cushion our own fall, fine and dandy. At least, I hope there is a grand design behind it all ( there are also plenty of failures along the way, so keep in mind I’m speaking in generalities as far as strategy ) and this isn’t just the death thrashings of a giant felled. That might prove to be embarrassing. But, anyway, there you go. I’m projecting grand optimism today. Even a bit of suck up to our new glorious masters. Hail, grand poo-ba! You shall all rot in hell for all eternity, and most likely so shall we as we passively accepted global domination rather than surrendered our SUV’s and plastic and electronic toys, but we appreciate the grand prize we enjoyed in lieu of our souls. Hey, someone ALWAYS rules. Better us than some of those shifty fuzzy foreigners. And ALL civilizations destroy their environment to feed overpopulation. We are just repeating history, not making it. Enjoy it while you can and expect it to end anytime.
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