Fortune Cookie Blog (I Voted?)

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The slots of the paper shredder and ballot box electronic tabulator
present quite the uncanny resemblance. Pity people, who dwell in
nations where Fascism trumps and tramples Freedom. When auto-
crats machinate, there’s absolutely no diff between these machines!

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Stay Publicly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Postcard Parable (Hand Gestures)

 

Once upon a time, the Sovereign of Swampland, an old, orange ogre
with bleached blonde tousled tresses, ordered the foxy town crier to
wander the burg’s beaten paths; drone out a Help Wanted Message!
Alas, this toady set forth to unflaggingly thunder, “Hear ye! Hear ye!
Supreme leader ISO Supreme judge. ONLY sycophantic, stick figure
entities, who’ll summarily rubber stamp his hidden agenda; who’ll
willfully march in lockstep with subjugation need apply!” The End!
Moral: Offer kings, choking off liberty, middle digits, NOT high fives!
Obiter Dictum: Stay safe at home! Mask up In public! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (Messiah Complex)

 

Expect the autocrat, who suffers delusions of grandeur / godhood
to lord over his absolute power; trumped-up sense of omnipotence.
As such, that perve will get off whenever his life or death decisions
(or lack thereof) result in the loss of human life on a massive scale.

 

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagining the Unimaginable?

 

My long ago, public school system’s American History courses were vulnerable to revisionism. Both teachers and textbooks oft employed “noble” sounding phraseology, such as “Manifest Destiny”, in a feeble attempt to pretty up the aggressive expansionists’ land-grabs (oft involving ownership contested territory), which all but guaranteed battlefields strewn with bullet riddled, blood-splattered corpses.

Additionally, instructors / authors rarely, honestly portrayed North America’s early settlers as the ill-mannered invaders they usually were and conveniently failed to mention how, due to hubris and hostility, these frontiersmen could not, more likely, chose not to peaceably coexist with anyone.

The corroborating evidence is damning, e.g., their unconscionable enslavement of African-Americans, savage massacres of Native Americans and unwarranted internment of Asian-Americans.

More recently, settlers’ descendants, who’ve failed to learn one damned thing from America’s shameful past, opted to extend such indefensible, reprehensible conduct to pointlessly attack Iraq, which resulted in the barbaric torture and genocidal slaughter of Mesopotamian Arabs, inclusive of incalculable numbers of indigenous civilians.

The Framers of our Constitution did hint at the above-mentioned human frailties. Right within the Preamble, there’s mention of their desire to “form a more perfect union.”

And I’d certainly add that, although America remains imperfect, our homeland is still worthy of survival… if for no other reason than to ensure the continuance of our Founding Fathers’ Grand Experiment… to, someday, perhaps, even see it to glorious fruition. Who the hell knows, we may eventually, even get everything right, right?

But that won’t be easy. Americans are now at the mercy of the merciless ogre who has wedged his fat Fascist fanny into the chair behind the Oval Office desk. He’s not only the most undemocratic, most Un-American prez to ever be sworn in (and sworn at), he’s a science denier, to boot. As such, he’d never, ever want to participate in any experiment… grand or otherwise.

Of course, that’s not to say he would not delegate autocracy’s heavy lifting to his insidious, more industrious underlings… and then promptly take full credit for whatever subversive plot these mad scientists concoct to blow up the “science lab”, as it were.

Having such reservations, re that bastard, is why I now find myself fondly reconnecting to my day’s of yore classrooms… recollecting the awe I had experienced courtesy of my mentors’ lectures and my textbooks. After all, not all of my lessons had involved revisionists’ fabrications.

That’s why, I now find tears welling up in my eyes whenever I come to the realization that, while I had been born centuries too late to have ever lived through the Birth of America, I now live at a time where I cannot help but sense that something wicked (and previously unimaginable) is imminent… a far from blessed event, which no one would’ve ever believed possible… not even in our very worst nightmare…

The Death of America.

Election Day 2020 and its aftermath will determine whether or not that nightmare comes true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Walk in the Park

 

Granted, it might only be garden variety gremlins, which have resulted in my recent, sporadic connectivity to the www. Or, perhaps, rather than my ISP upgrading their Internet infrastructure, too damned many of their corporate profits have been diverted / direct deposited to the greedy, CEO’s bank account?

Yet, how can anyone, ever again, so easily dismiss tech woes in this manner? After all…

A scant four days ago, we, of the whole web-interconnected world, had become eyewitnesses to the spectacle of what went down after Donald J. Trump illegally ordered American troops to attack Americans via a barbaric barrage of rubber bullets, flash grenades and tear gas, for the express purpose of [1] forcing these peaceable protestors out of Washington DC’s Lafayette Park and [2] just so he could lumber across the street to pose for a picture of him rising a Bible skyward.

The implication being what? That, just because God hadn’t lobbed a lightning bolt at him, it means He’s on his side?

What might we make of this? Such conduct smells of an autocrat who realizes that his one and only best shot at staying in power is to overthrow America. Of course, working towards that end, he’d need to silence, divide and conquer demonstrating Americans.

Inarguably, his severing the lines of rapid communication… rendering the www inaccessible… would certainly make such a task…

A walk in the park.

 

 

 

An Oval Office Orgy Averted?

 

The U.S. Constitution’s authors built in multiple provisions designed to prevent a sitting U.S. president from becoming a tyrant. Sounds good enough until we consider a musty, dusty Department of Justice legal precedent, which essentially said to all president tyrant wannabes, “More power to you!”

A few details: Back in 1973, the DOJ’s Office of Legal Counsel ruled that a criminal case brought against a sitting prez “would interfere with the President’s unique official duties, most of which cannot be performed by anyone else.”

To say the most: Just what we need… a mangy, bad-ass, scum of the Earth thug holed up in the Oval Office.

To say the least: That DOJ ruling does not translate out well within Trumpian Times.

Let’s scrutinize Donny’s “unique ‘official’ duties”…

Vegging out, daily and nightly, in front of his TV… cheering on his sycophantic, ego stroking, talking head idols over at FOX.

Constantly playing hooky / golf at the taxpayers’ expense (Air Force One flight crews / fuel AND Secret Service protection don’t [sic] come cheap).

Hmm… are these really, Really REALLY “duties” that “cannot be performed by anyone else”?

The only real up side to Donny’s avocations is how they interfere with his present-day vocation.

Considering his ongoing ♥ ♥ ♥ love affair ♥ ♥ ♥ with all things autocratic, GAWD HELP US ALL were this slacker to ever start applying himself.

Hell, there would be an Ideological Oval Office Orgy where he’d wind up effing America into Fascism.