It’s an old evil that has worn many faces — Mao and Stalin were unsurpassed in butchering the innocent. Evil has no ideology: The seeds to do evil are in all of us – but most people don’t want to cultivate them. Watch out for those who do.
The essence of today’s social policies isn’t equality – it’s secrecy. You have no alternative to their story. “The dog snuck into the house and ate their homework; to get them in trouble.” Take it; or leave it – there’s nothing you can do about it.
As we slide down the un-leveled field towards the abattoir in our future – glimmers of the truth shine through the coarse mesh of deception we’re enveloped in. We don’t decide the path; we just obey the rider . . . and the spurs.
When you’re consumed with surviving — today is enough.
It’s not over – it’s just beginning. But who are the victims? The elderly are disposables; so they can’t be considered as victims. The unreported victims of the Pandemic that are our freedoms – the freedom to choose – the freedom to decide – the freedom to be different.
Hearing lawyers talking about tossing out contracts due to COVID [we used to be told that contract law was the basis of our law] – they used the phrase: “somebody has to take the hit” — how far is this from our beliefs of human worth and freedom?
Somebody takes the hit so you can benefit – then you take the hit so they can benefit – and in the end; we all take the hit so those on top can benefit — because they can.
While we were on the COVID Carousel; they moved the exit – and we got off a few doors closer to Dictatorship. It’s said that the trick is to make even the stupidest dogs jump through the hoop — that’s why they use whips.
As rural America dies – a strange new society emerges from the carcass: Government Modified Organizations [GMOs] have ushered in a cycle of drugs and dissolution to replace the old neighborliness and caring that existed – Creating a community with all the death and despair of the urban poor — but with none of the hope. In rural America no one can hear you scream.
The rural paradigm is no longer centered around places that help others – it’s centered around places that help you — just like everywhere else.
There is no place too small and no one too poor to escape today’s frenzy of taking and using. In fact: the downtrodden and defenseless are the first targets of corrupt officials and their cronies – taking without restraint, and using their clout to skim the cream off any remediation or development.
One of the takers referred to my book: “Tompkins County and Tammany Hall” as a “lamentation” with a mocking smile. It’s an indictment — and the day of Rural Justice will bring a smile to the oppressed.
Everyone praises those in authority in Tompkins County – if they want to keep their job. It’s a networking, quid pro quo hotbed; where the elite skim their lifestyle off the top. BMWs speed through our rural communities; looking around with the attitude of sightseers at an Animal Park — if we don’t wither away soon; they’ll have to use a stronger poison.
Like the joke about losing money on every item sold; but making it up in volume – today’s Social Justice policies have little connection to practicality – or reality.
I’m still waiting for an explanation of why it’s a good idea to give our government the power to discriminate against whoever they choose. It will probably be something like: “We lose rights for every citizen – but we make it up in . . . .”? I can’t imagine.
“In rural NY no one can hear you scream.”
When we tried to stop the invasion of large gravel trucks and industrial tractor trailers racing through our rural backroads; by requesting a 4-ton weight limit for through-truck traffic – the County Highway Director claimed they didn’t even exist. And when we documented it with photographic proof – he suddenly put up 20-ton weight limit signs.
But that’s only the beginning of the conduct of officials and their legislative oversight: read “Tompkins County and Tammany Hall” – free eBook download on Smashwords.com and paperback on Amazon.
As they say: “You can’t make this shit up” — and in Tompkins County, NY; you don’t have to.