Found randomly on a blog over yonder across the road, over the hill and across a few dales while upon the dusty trail I read the blog author’s autobiography.
“One ill-fated day my father received notice of termination by his parent company. In his mid-fifties at the time, he lost the entire company share of his pension that had been contributed over the years. Our family was devastated. It seemed so unjust to me, and I felt a lot of sadness for my father.“
I have read too many times on the Web and read/heard via other media and during real-life conversations with various folks about how money placed in various pension “plans” disappeared before the worker could receive any benefit from those funds.
That money does not just… disappear.
Somebody gets that money and it is not a “regular Joe,” one of the common folks who create the country’s wealth via their labor.
There are MANY scams, schemes and sundry systems created by a minority of folks that allows them to skim off much of the country’s wealth.
The life-long propaganda forced upon USA residents minimizes the justifiable outrage of the many common folks whose wealth has been stolen from.
The propaganda so effective at brainwashing the masses minimizes greatly our banding together to seek revenge or to alter the elite-created systems that harm them so often.
Hey!!!! USA!!! We’re Number One!!! Love it or leave it!!! We have the best (insert anything here) in the world!!! And a multitude of meaningless rhetoric used to brainwash the masses to obey the ruling masters,
Too-often those parasite elites use their politician and bureaucrat cohorts, minions and lackeys to steal from the masses… you, me, our parents and kinfolk, friends… everybody!!!
The mass media is mostly, perhaps entirely, owned by folks at the upper levels of the socio-economic hierarchy.
Maybe that is why there is so little media coverage about the various systems created and operated by the ruling elites to skim massive wealth amounts from We, the People… the common folks… maybe the most apt term would be We, the Screwed… or We, the Indoctrinated, We, the Brainwashed.
It is Reminder Time
Logical, rational folks with a modicum of reading comprehension ability surely do not need this reminder. I am placing it here because of what I believe are general principles regarding social life among humans. Principles much different than many of those guiding too many of the wealthy and powerful parasites infecting the USA.
Hear ye, hear ye, I, the Disgruntled Old Coot, reminds thee that the opinions, beliefs, etc. written within this blog and the others I scrawl upon, are MINE and none of the sites I link to or quote from or whatever do not condone or believe in or likely do not even read the words in MY blog.
MINE!!!! ALL MINE!!! And no one else can claim anything within regarding the words that convey my opinions, et cetera.
Remember this reminder sayeth the Disgruntled One.
Since I am in a “reminder state of mind” I feel an inner urge, a compulsion, to again proclaim that despite my Deep Disgruntledness flowing through my mind and oozing out of my persona via my writing that I also possess good thoughts, groovy thoughts, thoughts I tend to not write about since the Web World is chock-full of warm-fuzzy cute-as-a-kitten blogs.
There are so many negatives I perceive about all aspects of the USA; from society to individuals to the many “systems” that are part of any grouping of humans to even myself!!!
Perhaps my general outlook as conveyed via my blog writings is a desire for folks to cooperate and strive to reduce friction between folks and for our created systems of all types to work for the good of all and not be used by a few for their own benefit while harming a large number of others.
While considering how I use the word “etc” also written “et cetera” et al I pondered the usage of “et al.”
Here atop the cultural backwater of the Ozark Plateau filled with a strange hunk of humanity who appear to take immense pride in having shunned that “book larnin’” stuff and revel in having their cars and trucks emit enough decibels to invade houses up to 2 and 3 blocks away as they drive in a manner that maximizes audio output… slam that throttle down as often as possible so that the ROAR out the tailpipe is as loud as possible.
I wonder if those sub-human brainless tumors receive some sort of sexual gratification from emitting that penetrating noise?
The mere act of driving may be akin to a sexual act to those mental midgets.
Sometimes I daydream of B-40 rockets launched from the tube atop someone’s shoulder impacting the engines of the vehicles sounding close to a F-4 Phantom attaining flight speed from an aircraft carrier.
Yeah, not to obliterate the simpleton with no concern at all about the sanctity of others within the one tiny spot upon the planet where perhaps peace, privacy and shelter from the relentless NOISE permeating much of modern life can be enjoyed.
NO!!!! The self-centered perverted caricatures of humanity place their own lust for NOISE above all else.
Maybe I would want that rocket to remove those NOISY invaders of all who dare to exist around them and their throbbing LUST to ejaculate their noise into anything and everything.
The victims of that aural assault perhaps should send a message to those anti-social self-absorbed destroyers of peace.
I will not mourn if I read or hear of the many excessive noise producers…those who continuously, unrelentingly, at all hours of the day and night, aurally rape all around them, depart the road and impact a BIG sturdy tree and embrace the steering column as it passes through their pain-wracked soon-to-be-deceased container of minimal brain matter.
There. I told you I was a Disgruntled Old Coot!!!!!!
Notice that I have wandered away from my earlier thought.
‘Round these parts, y’all, many of the residents would hear “et al” and would likely interpret that some local yahoo went a bit crazy or had a Biblical demon influencing actions or imbibed too much methamphetamine for too long and kilt’ some poor soul, had Ma cook him in the kettle in the front yard and commenced eating the poor guy for dinner.
“Hey y’all, you be hearin’ about what happened to Jed’s youngun’, the one named Al? One of the Hicks younguns’ bashed him up side of his noggin, skinned him then ate him fer’ dinner!!!”
Sadly, I, the Disgruntled Old Coot, for various legitimate reasons, can not depart this idiot-infested region for quieter climes.
But, for the non-wealthy, it can be very difficult to achieve a pleasant, quiet environment for many reasons.
Oh well. Things could be worse. At least I do not have to endure the noise of automatic weapons fire as heard in California when the Chicano gangs were angry with each other.
And thus ends yet another rambling convoluted creation by a star of neither stage nor screen.
Have a wonderful week, folks and wear yer’ dern’ seat belt, y’all.