Just how do you define an enemy? For last half century, arguably since founded in 1854, GOP has never rested as the party for schemers and those they dupe, those gullible enough to believe what's known to be contemptible malarkey by educated majority, supported in this century by radio ear benders emulating old time revival preachers and one television infotainment network with no advertisers or journalists, just personalities who criticize news gathered by veteran professionals, deconstruct details to falsify evidence, distort stories into partial opinions to deflate scandals of patrons, and recoup dominance based on a Stalinist dictatorial model. Begs question who pays to leave unleveraged such ruthless media; imagining massive operating costs, where's the profit in it?
Duping citizenry and electorate allows raiding trillions from treasury, redirecting tax spending, and walling off largest number of billionaires in history. This ideology built a fortresses for depriving rest of society, reversing hard earned entitlements, and stifling middle class expansion, diametrically opposed to party’s original intent as an antislavery movement. Stakes are now too high to stop. Meanwhile, chief drone King Con bullies his way past every constitutional directive by conjuring an executive order, sanctioned propaganda, and terror tactics, thereby creating the greatest threat to personal freedoms and quality of life since rise of Nazis a century ago following WWI. When you can't unabashedly be on your bike during Bicycle Month every May, bile builds into a verbal volcano. Still nobody invites a vituperative dispute.
Stating what’s obvious in an ignored forum does little to counteract harm of these organized criminals and their 24/7/365 hour/week/day/decades long brainwashing barrage that pits brother against brother, spouse against spouse, town against whatever imaginary peril might exist in the unknown. By playing on fears and raising doubts they demoralize workforce and destabilize economy both domestically and globally, probably intentionally for unreported riches, though how they get away with it may never be divulged. Suspect it flatters a few fruits in $5000 suits for whom recruits sacrifice selves in deadly pursuits among bloody Beiruts fanning roots of conflict from which culprits in cahoots continually profit. Traces directly back to that arms making, automotive spawning, Big Oil, war machine bicyclists so distrust. And, right on cue, King Con deploys troops to Iran for what he’ll describe as a holy war according to plan.
Capitalism pretty well pushes everyone else into an intractable pandering or prostituting hell no matter what their marketable skill level. Drug dealing, human trafficking, and mercenary soldiering hold scarce prospects for dullards devoid of degrees to pocket dollars. Legal pot reduces vigilance against Republicans in office who formerly had to smuggle it stateside to suppress masses from exercising rights and voting conscience. These days even a doctorate destines you for a dreary but less desperate role amidst vocational drudgery. Having no real choice convinces even self employed surgeons to give up lucrative practices made lousy by legal liability of diagnosing from a prodigious patient library. Scientists love data, which mainly gets used as spam to pitch senseless purchases, but truth will always be indifferent to its worshippers.
Can vividly recall sweltering days of skateboarding insanely down steep sidewalks and side streets, surfing landscape where a fall could hurt far more than a splash into waves with no closed circuit cameras around to catch or rescue. Surfed seaside as well, camping on beach, dancing on edge of drowning, and daring shark attacks, wholly done in lieu of finding some dollar-an-hour chore to do. Only data to trust was what one witnessed. Misnomer of free time aside, bicycling pastimes chronically beat business missions, which leave you dispirited, extinguish spark, and suck soul dry. Work ought to offer chances to fail and grow through interesting challenges. Yet recruiters stress you position self as an objectified passionless commodity, rightly so, because nobody has the least interest in your personal needs, only productive turnaround of theirs at temerarious speeds.
Spring brings birds and sees bees. Satisfying sex after spontaneous hunts seems normal for species but suffer badly from workplace embargoes. What, not supposed to show any interest? Directors even deem offensive ogling a shapely ass, yet you may freely drool over saltpeter snacks and sugary carbs they dangle daily. For steadily earning a survival paycheck you forfeit your instinctual virility and natural savagery. While bicycling boosts testosterone and bumps libido, will always be a car on a crawl by far linked with child kidnapping, predatory sex, rampant theft, statutory rape, teen pregnancy, and virtually guaranteed getaways. Admiring, looking and lusting don't defy decorum, monogamy, or no-touch modesty, but do induce disciplinary action and spousal jealousy. Some couples cherish bouts of screaming insecurity, since they thereby fortify bonds and renew vows. Though questionable in the here now, over a lifetime not much of your angst matters. Although these days come-ons await as status quo, fate will forever find more ways to deflate your ego.
“I never made promises lightly, and there have been some that I've broken. But I swear in the days still left we'll walk in Fields of Gold." Sting, Rooted in Peace, A&M Records, 1993
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