I'm Mad As Hell And I'm Not...Sure Why

After watching all the different news programs this evening, I felt as if my mind was swimming in an East River soup of intangible ick. Watching Rachael Maddow "interview" Bernie Sanders about the September 12th rallies, I felt an uncomfortable sense of confusion. A sense that so many issues have been brewing for me, and seemingly the rest of the country, that it is damn near impossible to be succinct about exactly what I want to say. Even there, at the end of that last sentence, I was going to type the word "protest", instead of the word "say". But I don't want to protest. It is negative and it justifies the other side of whatever I am protesting. Very defeating. So, what do I want to say?

Let me start by saying how grateful I am for all those who have struggled for my freedom to say, think and write whatever I want.

For the last two, three, maybe four decades, the Supreme Court has slowly eroded the rights of the individual, while increasing the rights of corporations. This week's hearing in regards to campaign contributions will be the crowning feather in the cap of the corporate-state take over. The final straw that eliminates all of us regular folk from the political process. Or at least the feeling of being involved in the process.

I believe it was 1996; Clinton was impeached for a blow job, while he was carpet bombing Sarajevo, Congress was unable to pass the budget, effectively putting themselves out of a job, and O.J. was acquitted for cutting his wife's and her lover's heads off with his fullback as an accomplice, because the cop that busted him used the "n" word. Over 250 pieces of inadmissible evidence. EVIDENCE. 250 pieces. I mean wtf. Seriously. All three branches of government a complete failure, by their own admission. I had lost all faith, and I wasn't alone. And they knew it.

It was then that I started to see the restlessness that is once again beginning to foment. Within two years, the Internet exploded. People began to network in ways never before achievable. And this was world wide. All of a sudden massive protests erupted, without warning, in Genoa, Seattle, New York, D.C., New Delhi, California, all pretty focused on the incredible disparity between rich and poor. (Let us also not forget that around this time Alex Rodriguez gets a $250,000,000.00 contract to play shortstop for a crappy baseball team in Texas. A quarter of a billion dollars. Does anyone have any idea how many hungry children there are in the world? How about in Texas? Anyone?) These protests were about anti-globalization and the disparity of trade and fair trade. Child labor and slavery and fair wages and unions and....and how in the hell are we supposed to be succinct Rachael? It's about what's right. It's about what is fair. And it is about the glaring fact that the current system is designed for a few people on the whole planet to amass as much wealth, at the expense of the rest of us.

And, it is about us not wanting to do that anymore.

By the 2000 election, the world was buzzing. The anti globalization protester was shot dead by police in Genoa, the Seattle riots had just happened and then, Bush v Gore. As far as I know, the Supreme Court does not elect the President of the United States. Maybe in Pakistan, or Fiji. But not in the U.S.A.

But that is exactly what had happened. It was devastating. The whole election was rigged. People, and companies and entire states have been busted for the fix. Ohio comes to mind. Diebold jumps to mind. And that dick who sold the electronic voting machines that were hacked in under a minute by a student, leaps to mind. It was obvious, and everyone knew it. There were bumper stickers everywhere proclaiming "He's Not My President". There was talk of Gore having a separate government, but he rolled over and played dead. Then on September 11th, 2001, New York City, my home, became ground zero of a ruthless attack.

Everything about that day is as clear as if it were yesterday. I watched with everyone else, wondering how the firemen would put out the fires on the top floors. And then, as the explosions started to go off, I watched as people jumped out of the building. Jumped out of the building! Then the controlled demolition. Say whatever you want, but anyone who grew up in the City has watched controlled demos, and that was the biggest one I have ever scene. The evidence is insurmountable. And the anger simmers.

It's just like the O.J. trial. Man, you got 250 pieces of evidence linking you to two capital murders, admissible or not, you are guilty. But, unlike the O.J. travesty, we are at war with the rest of the world due to this one singular event.

Do you want to know why people are mad Rachael? It's because we were lied to by the only person in my life time to have the ability to bring about equality and justice for all. And he sold it on Wall St. for a cheaper mandated insurance policy and a drone murder plane. Secret renditions, Barack? Really, brother? Kidnapping, torture and indefinite suspensions, harsh interrogations and murder in secret prisons around the world? Private contractors taking our borrowed Chinese dollars and partying at the embassy Caligula style? And you don't know why we are angry.

These wars are a lie. Period. They were predicated on a lie and perpetuated by that same lie. There are no weapons of mass destruction in Afghanistan or Iraq. Except for the ones we brought over there. If Osama Bin Laden is still alive, then it is because he works for us. Next time you release a "video of Bin Laden" why don't you try and time it a little less obviously. I mean it was just the last two weeks of polling that showed Americans are against the war. And then, blam, a new Bin Laden tape. It's like these guys aren't even trying to hide the propaganda machine anymore.

And why should they? I mean really, what the hell are we going to do about it? Write some fucking blog that no one reads and hope for intelligent life on this porno/solitaire machine to respond with thought provoking ideas?

Well, here's a thought provoking idea; the architects that designed the towers, the engineers that did all the specs for the towers, the countless police and rescue workers, eyewitnesses and video tapes, the wreckage from the building showing distinct straight edged cuts through gigantic steel I-beams, the glowing molten steel at the site for weeks after the event, the unspent nano thermite in the rubble of the towers, and then everything that has been done in the name of justice for those 'attacks'; all of that looks alot like 250 pieces of inadmissible evidence for a murder you didn't commit.

And it doesn't seem like people know what they are protesting? I submit they do know. They are simply, and justifiably, afraid to admit what they are mad about. Afraid to admit it to themselves. Alot like the assassination of Kennedy. The whole Warren Commission magic bullet bullshit. The country was stunned. Stunned that the president was murdered, obviously. But, I believe, on a much deeper level, stunned that our government had been taken over by the Congressional Military Industrial Complex, right in front of us. On the T.V. for all to see. And then in 2001, we watched as the Christan right launched their Crusade.

When the truth rises, and it will, it always does, everyone who has been preaching hate and violence and fear will be exposed for supporting the very people that perpetuated this horror on the world. And they won't be able to figure out how they could have been so wrong.