The number of recent pieces on corruption is spillover from my work on “Tompkins County and Tammany Hall [I can’t seem to find any difference at all]” — I am currently sorting through more than 2,000 documents, letters and emails, and setting up timelines for a number of incidents. This will be a text and free download book. I would much rather be downing beers, than “downing” politicians and bureaucrats; and this has given a sharper edge to my delineations.
“Love knows no gender” — of course it does — Pride activists are staunch supporters of government policies that have carried out ethnic, gender and race discrimination in secret for more than five decades. “The path is made by walking” — maybe “Hypocrisy and bigotry know no gender, or race” and “Self-love knows no bounds” would be more appropriate. Goodness doesn’t need to hide, and Love would never make those choices. “Important principles may, and must, be inflexible.” — Abraham Lincoln. The “lapdog” choice: where’s the Pride in that?
Tompkins County government authorities are always telling us how important corporations are; and never saying how important the people are. In many places the people say; “we need to eliminate corruption.” In Tompkins County, the people say; “yeah, it’s corrupt” — and look over their shoulder for fear of losing their job. Corruption is the cost of doing business; and frequently the profit.
Quid Pro Quo, Cronyism, Misconduct, Bigotry, Censorship, Self-serving Policy Making, and Greed are just a part of business as usual for Tompkins County’s Elite. When you add all that corruption to an arrogant Urban Colonialist attitude — their “bringing civilization to the rural natives” policies; more closely resemble an invasion.
The Greater Good, like Bigfoot, is a claim requiring more proof than anecdotal corroboration. “Greater good” policy making insists that a government is greater than the people it serves — and where’s the good in that.
trickalittle – the “Conforming Song”
(To the tune of pickalittle from The Music Man)
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little, talk a little,
Creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more
State and County:
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little,
Talk a little, creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more
Federal, State, County, Media, Children:
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little,
Talk a little, creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more
Media:
Citizens, some kinds of people don’t belong in our society.
Of course, I shouldn’t tell you this but they are promoting dangerous thinking.
Citizens:
Dangerous thinking!
State:
Unchecked
County:
Non-conforming
Federal:
Questioning!
Media:
And the worst thing
Of course, I shouldn’t tell you this but-
State:
I’ll tell.
County:
This happened in my county, let me tell.
Federal:
Stop! I’ll tell.
They made brazen overtures to citizens who never
Had an unplanned thought in their heads until they came here.
State:
Oh, yes
Those people made brazen overtures
With a guilt-free guarantee
They had a golden rule glint in the eye
And a silver voice with a counterfeit ring
Just melt them down and you’ll reveal
A lump of lies as cold as steel
Here, where a citizen’s Doctrine should be!
Federal, State, County, Media, Children:
They left the county with Our Citizen’s curses
But they left unsafe thoughts behind
State and Children:
Unchecked
County and Children:
Non-conforming
Federal and Children:
Questioning!
Federal, State, County, Media, Children:
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little, talk a little,
Creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little, talk a little,
Creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little, talk a little,
Creep creep creep creep creep creep creep creep
Creep creep creep creep creep creep creep creep
Creep creep creep creep creep creep creep creep
Trick a little, talk a little, leap!
A fifth song for “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical” — The doctrine of the schoolroom in one generation will be the doctrine of government in the next.
Seventy-six New Laws
(To the tune of Seventy-six Trombones from The Music Man)
Seventy-six new laws led the big parade
With a hundred and ten mandates close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest media pros,
The cream of toadies in the land.
Seventy-six new laws served bureaucracies
With a hundred and ten memos right behind
There were more than a thousand “needs”
Soaking up proceeds
There were scams of ev’ry shape and kind
There were bought-and-paid-for Senators and House poltroons
Blundering, plundering all along the way
Dumbbell dead end policies of big buffoons,
Each buffoon having their big, fat say!
There were fifty fat cat Liberals lapping flattery
Blundering, plundering prouder than before
Murderers they eulogize
On meds of ev’ry shape and size
Are let out so they can kill some more!
Seventy-six new laws made their altar cloth
And a hundred and ten safeguards died away
To the Doctrine they march, march, march!
Through the Great Dictator’s Arch
And they’re marching to your door today.
A third song for “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical” — I was inspired by changing the oil — if only we could change our leaders that easily.
It’s interesting and revealing that our government policy makers have so many ways to make you less, and so many reasons why they should do this. It was absolutely wrong to discriminate for any reason; now it’s absolutely right to discriminate whenever, and for whatever reason they decide — we were always told America was a “melting pot” of race, gender and culture; now they’ve reversed themselves and punitively profile people in all those ways — there used to be a belief in the innate worth of every human being; now our worth is decided by how will profit an arrogant and self-serving bigotry [covered up with a secretive and unquestionable “greater good.”]
This is not some little thing — no matter how hypocritical and blatantly bigoted their statements and policies; they adamantly refuse to change anything.
When they’re done with their self-love feast; you’re next on the menu. And if you don’t stand up for yourselves; you’re just fast-food wrappers on the side of the highway.
Poverty may be more than color; but public policy isn’t. Unfortunately, there aren’t enough blacks living in rural New York for the community to be worth caring about.
Even the pretense of equal worth has been replaced by an openly dismissive “somebody has to take the hit” philosophy, and disguised with an over the top ladling of “the greater good.”
After all; when “somebody” has to take the hit — it’s always a campaign decision.
Rural Tompkins County is a place where residents need to be vigilant when they hang out their wash. Giant agricultural boom-sprayers spray herbicides that drift across the landscape like a toxic fog — coating the toys that children play with, and the sheets they sleep on with glyphosate and other chemicals.
How can Agribusinesses get away with this? Because the regulations aren’t enforced — that’s what friends in high places are for.