June 1, 2012

I'm a little teapot...

Of and for the corporation...

Adding one thing to another to discover the sum total of all things, which I have not yet learned, this one thing I have discovered; There is no way in Hell I will ever vote for Mitt Romney.  

This man represents everything I feel this upcoming election is all about.  This is an election  about the one percent protecting their individual hoards of "excessive wealth" at the expense of the ninety-nine percent of us who simply want to have enough money to put food on our tables and a roof over our families heads.  From the very beginning of his campaign Mitt Romney has been quite clear about where his political loyalties lay and who he considers the most important constituency upon which to build his presidential campaign; "Corporations are people too.  We can't raise taxes on individuals can we?"  

Mitt Romney is a venture capitalist who believes that money solves every problem.  He is not a job creator, he is a profit taker.  For all his talk about job creation the truth is that the jobs he created at Bain were research positions where individuals looked for American businesses that could be acquired for a low price and then gutted for a substantial profit.  These individuals are known as corporate raiders.  Their "job" performance was based upon the amount of profit generated and had absolutely nothing to do with the number of jobs created within a community.  Mitt Romney doesn't care about the economic health and viability of our communities.  Mitt Romney cares only about the accumulation of individual wealth.  Period.  

Mitt Romney believes that our country is a corporation to be managed rather than a country where people are living and raising families.  Mitt Romney could care less about the community of man.  Mitt Romney cares only about a handful of individual stock holders.  Mitt Romney could care less about investing in public roads, clean water systems and quality educational institutions.  The constituency Mitt Romney represents sees these type of public works as a waste of investment capital.  Clean water doesn't yield profit, public roads and bridges don't turn profit and neither do libraries, arts programs and school systems.  Mitt Romney and his venture capitalist constituents view these kind of projects as money pits to be avoided at all costs because they offer only benefits to a community rather than profit for a few.

Mitt Romney's recent ad about what he would do on his first day as president is a clear example of who he would represent during his tenure as "Manager in Chief" of the United States of Amercia. Mitt Romney would cater to Big Oil.  Mitt Romney would cater to the health care industry.  These are the very institutions that put profit and the accumulation of personal wealth above the welfare and viability of the American people. Mitt Romney is not concerned with rebuilding Americas industrial infrastructure, our outdated power grid or protecting the integrity of our natural resources.  Mitt Romney is not concerned with creating new jobs and a better future for the common man.  Mitt Romney is only concerned with protecting the wealth of greedy individuals who believe only in personal profit rather the welfare of the families that make up the communities that are the true backbone of our once great nation.  This is not a man I want representing me in the White House.  We the people are suffering.  We are tired, homeless, jobless and without health care or retirement security.  The corporate state is not a solution that benefits the masses.  Mitt Romney's business plan is not a vision that creates a better future for anyone other than those one percent of Wall Street investors who see the accumulation of wealth as the only part of the American dream worth preserving.  No, I'm not interesting in seeing this venture capitalist become "Manager in Chief" of the United States of America.  I'd rather see Roseanne Barr in the White House...

May 29, 2012

And you can be my cowgirl...

Urban Cowboy...

The past couple of months I've spent a lot of time in the company of a good woman and two zany dogs so deep in the backwoods they still use two tin cans and lots of sting for their Internet connection.  The other day I used my I-Pod Nano to scan for local radio stations and found only three, two of which are country and the other plays Oldies, and by oldies I mean songs from the thirties and forties.  The eighteen thirties and forties.  I've never lived anywhere in America where electrical power goes out when the skies are blue and there's not chance of precipitation for a week or more.  Until now that is.  Seems like the only thing more irregular than my bowel movements around here is the electrical power.  If a cow moos you can lose power for an hour or more.  

Yet for all this community's lack of technological amenities it does possess a certain picturesque charm.  The countryside is beautiful.  Wide open green fields are populated with little more than red or white barns and ancient farmhouses surrounded by large screened in verandas upon which sit wicker furniture and clay flower pots filled with green ferns.  The air apart from smelling fresh and clean is filled with birdsong and the varied sound of insects chirping, chattering and buzzing their secret messages to the skies.  Automobile traffic is almost nonexistent.  You can sit on a front porch and not see a single car for hours upon end.  I can't remember the last time I heard a police siren or the sounds of neighbors fighting.  The quiet is blessed.  You can hear yourself think.  Each moment is a meditation.

People are friendly and with so few forms of electronic distraction available folks are quick to gather around a patio table and share conversation and a cold pitcher of lemonade.  Food is prepared by hand and served upon china plates instead of from a white paper bag bearing the corporate logo of McDonalds or Taco Bell.  Meals are shared whether one contributes to the collection of assembled dishes or not.  Neighbors don't let neighbors go hungry.  

Conversation is a completely different experience in this community.  People talk about canning, fishing and what type of soil is best suited for a particular type of plant.  They talk about their children and the things they're doing in school.  Television shows are something you watch and not talk about once they end.  They don't care about American Idols or dancing celebrities.  The most popular topic of conversation I've heard lately concerns who and what they'll be entering in the upcoming county fairs.  Blue Gill and Catfish are major talking points right now.  Strawberries and Gooseberries are next in popularity and everyone is excited because the berries are coming into season early this year.

Among the joys I'm rediscovering out here is waking up early.  Not because I have to but simply because I want to.  There's so much to see.  I don't want to miss the pair of Hawks hunting in fields that surround the house.  I have to see if the territorial dispute between the Red Cardinal and the Blue Jay has been settled yet.  I want to watch the game between the Sparrows and Sheri's dogs.  The Sparrows gather upon opposite sides of the privacy fence that surrounds the back yard.  One group will fly onto the lawn and begin hunting for bugs.  When the dogs run over to chase and snap at them they will fly back up to the top of the fence while the group of Sparrows on the opposite side drop down and hunt for their breakfast.  Eventually the dogs tire and all the birds drop onto the lawn and enjoy a group breakfast.  It is a hilarious spectacle and I love watching the game while I enjoy my morning coffee.

Country life is being good for me.  It may not be for everyone, but I'm digging the daylights out of it.  I'm finding an inspiration here that I haven't felt for a long time.  I want to write about the experience for awhile and I hope my readers won't find themselves too bored with my hayseed tales.

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