What is the future of the USA?

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Placed upon a Washington Post comment section following an article about the popularity of Congress.

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The embers of Revolutionary War Two are fanned constantly by the unrepairable farce that is the USA federal government. The unholy alliance between BIG business and BIG government is allowing the elites and their systems to handily win the ongoing class war.

I fear the only way to save the USA is to destroy the old systems, including the federal government and the monolithic corporations and put a new set of Founders to start anew.

The existing Constitution is a good bedrock but the multitude of elite owned, created and lackey operated systems have created a nation of serfs indoctrinated by the most effective propaganda systems ever created into believing that as things are is correct and proper.

The military will be needed to back the freedom fighters going up against tyranny that possess the wealth and power to destroy entire countries. I fear the elites would willingly murder millions of good, decent folks to preserve their huge scam,

The future is unknown to us but if trends continue as they have will the growing oligarchy-plutocracy become so embedded it will never be torn down so that freedom and fairness can spread across the once-sovereign USA lorded over by greed and power lust where profit is the prophet?

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Advantages of Wealth

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“The first million is tough. The rest of the millions comes easy.”

That is close enough to the quote I read long ago.  As us common folks struggle to grab enough wealth to live at a day-to-day level some folks do better for various reasons.

Like math… “economics is hard” so I avoid the complicated parts. Everybody I have talked to understands there is legitimate wealth inequality and there is no anger about that. However, it seems that too much of the wealth disparity is achieved by methods created by the wealthy and thus powerful people of the planet.

The advantage for the wealthy extend to all parts of life. That includes how you are treated by police, the courts, other people and, perhaps most importantly, others with a lot to enormous amounts of wealth.

Consider those multi-millionaire entertainers who receive numerous gifts and hand-outs throughout their life. If you are observant and read the Web a lot keep an eye open for the reports of those freebies that us common folks never receive. What angers me is that us common folks pay a lot of that wealth funneled to the privileged class due to the cost of supporting the “special ones” is included within the costs of goods and services we buy. Yes, you and I support the wealthy and there is no way to opt out. One of a massive number of methods to funnel wealth from the many to the few.

This entry is about another advantage the wealth have you will never experience… again leaving you at a disadvantage with hurdles placed before you that are insurmountable to the masses of common folks… the common people used and abused by the lackeys of the elite class. In the USA those lackeys are typically politicians and the bureaucrats filling the systems used as a method of command and control to keep the rabble (us common folks) in their place and obedient.

The sordid tale about one of many advantages can be read at the link below:

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Where is the cheapest place to buy citizenship?

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Decades Ago Way Over There

Another infrequent memory brought to life after viewing the story below I placed on a message board nine years ago and just found again accidently while Web wandering:

 

The typhoon was coming from the south. Sortie the fleet was the order of the day. Off we went. Every ship in Subic Bay headed for the relative safety of the open sea. We kicked the old Scuzzy Scho in the butt and headed north, hoping to outrun and evade the approaching storm.

Innumerable islands are found in that part of the Pacific. Big, small, there they are. To port, a few miles away, sat an itty bitty sprout of an island a few mere feet above sea level. Perhaps the top of an underwater mountain or volcano, long extinct and weathered down. When that typhoon reached it, the swells would inundate the land, scouring it clean of any animal life, if present. A few bushes clung to the scanty soil but it appeared to be uninhabited, as it should be. Except…… for the freighter anchored near it. Peering through the binoculars the officers on the bridge (hey!!! this was daytime!!!! No 2 am for this event) looked at the flag and ships name and leafed through the ship registry book. Obviously just noticing our presence the voice jumped out of the ship-to-ship radio tuned to the “international” channel. “Please help us,” the foreign voice implored in passable English. Surely that vessel had heard the weather warning of the approaching typhoon. “Our engines are broken and we need a tow.”

A ship anchored where that one was could not survive a typhoon. The wind and swells would turn it broadside to the storm. Wind and swells would roll the ship until water was taken down the stacks and any other openings. The ship was doomed if it could not get those engines repaired and get underway again.

The officers spoke in hushed tones for a few moments as the voice repeated the plea. As we steamed on, leaving the broken ship behind, not a word was said amongst the crew on the bridge. I never heard anyone mention the event again. Ever.

Yah’ see….. it was a ship with Libyan registry. You know, Khadaffi’s country. The chap Reagen sent the bombers in to send a stern message with high explosives. Well, this was long before we said “Hello” with warheads but Libya was not a friend of the USA. We could not and would not risk an American ship to assist those not friendly to us. With an approaching typhoon no ocean-going tug would risk coming to tow that ship to safety. No tow line can last during a typhoon. If those aboard that ship didn’t get those engines working they were facing a certain death. Never did learn what happened to that ship. All I remember is that voice begging for help as we kept going north, until it disappeared below the horizon……. but the voice followed until an officer turned the speaker off.

I never heard ANY mention of that event.

But, I can still hear that voice.

Old Coot Recollects

Wandering the Web I found a message board post I left nine years ago.  One of the many memories that emerges from time to time but soon disappears until whatever nudges the innards to make it come to the forefront again.

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And here it is:

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Not all events were scary, exciting, sweat-inducing, etc. Some were just plain comical and/or weird.

During this night when sleep eludes me…. when memories keep welling up I present to you:

A Love of Cheeseburgers
It is hard on a sailor to report aboard a ship when it is overseas. Being the new guy after a crew has already congealed into a working whole can be tough, especially on a small ship with a crew of only 240. If the newly-aboard sailor is also a boot (new to the Navy) and the ship he is reporting to is his first ship the difficulties are at their maximum. Perhaps that explains the guy’s eventual behavior.

Nobody was mean to the chap. He received the typical hazing that all new guys experience but nothing cruel or unusual. He seemed to handle it well but, everyone agreed he was rather “odd” though we couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was that set him apart.

A couple months after his arrival we were tied up to the dock in Subic Bay, Philippines. Liberty call had sounded a couple hours earlier leaving the duty section and those not desirous of liberty left aboard. I was standing the roving-patrol watch when the word was passed over the MC-5, the ship’s internal and external loudspeakers, “Roving patrol, lay to the missile deck.” Acckkk!!! What the heck, I wondered. To inform you landlubbers, the roving patrol watch was mainly concerned with ship’s security. Packing a .45 pistol and 30-rounds of ammo we were the “front line” of defense and security and were supposed to stop or slow any attacks so that other crew members could arm themselves and join in the fray. Roving patrol was a great watch to have, we were left alone to roam the ship at will and were seldom called upon. Thus, hearing the call I was somewhat surprised and concerned.

Rushing topside (anywhere outside the interior of the ship, out in the fresh air) I sped up the ladders, reaching the missile deck where a small crowd was assembled. Things appeared calm so I quit worrying. But, the situation was abnormal. Reporting to the most senior officer present I inquired as to the call. The officer said nothing, he just pointed above. Following his finger my eyes climbed the mast that soared 40-feet above the deck. There, perched on a radar support was the new guy.

Cool!!!! That was a sight one didn’t see everyday. It was a dangerous place to be. A rotating radar could knock you down to the steel deck far below or the high-frequency radio waves emanating from the radar could burn or even kill. Luckily for the new guy the radars were shut down, though they do operate in-port occasionally for maintenance and security reasons.

Looking up, the officer shouted the order for the sailor to climb down. The guy ignored him. He appeared preoccupied, looking off into the distance. The officer shouted again, louder this time. Nope, that didn’t work. The officer yelled out again, this time giving the guy a direct order. That got the chap’s attention. In a clear voice a “darn you,” filtered down.
As the officer pondered his next tactic the executive officer ( XO, 2nd in command below the captain) appeared, curious as to the call for me, the roving patrol, to “lay to the missile deck.” The XO talked to the officer who repeated his skyward finger pointing. Looking up the XO exclaimed “Holy smokes.”

With the voice of authority, the XO shouted upwards for the sailor to get down NOW!!!!! All except the XO stifled a chuckle as the darn you,” rolled down. That response angered the XO, we could see it in his face and hear it in his voice. Again, he ordered the sailor down. This time, the “darn you” was accompanied by a statement demanding he be released from the Navy and sent home. Ah hah!!!!! So that’s why he was up there. The XO and the chap started arguing back and forth, shouting and ordering and demanding and, from aloft “no way.”

After a few minutes of shouting with no results the XO tried a different tactic. Shouting up he asked the sailor what it would take for him to come down. The demand to get out of the Navy was re-shouted. The XO agreed to that, assuring the guy that he was likely on the way out one way or the other. Still, the guy didn’t move, he stayed perched high above looking down at us. The XO asked why he wasn’t coming down yet. “Because you’ll hit me,” he shouted. The XO assured him he wouldn’t be hit but still, there he stayed. Tiring of the affair, the XO shouted out what would it take for him to finally climb down. After a pause the sailor said he’d come down if there was a cheeseburger awaiting him.

This time, we couldn’t contain the built-up chuckle factor. All of us, except the XO, roared with laughter!!! A few guys cheered the demand. Some thought he should hold out for a burger and fries. The XO was not amused. Approaching a nearby sailor the XO whispered and that sailor sped off. Shouting upwards, the XO declared he sent orders for a cheeseburger to be cooked and that it would arrive shortly. In a few minutes the whispered-to sailor appeared, carrying a paper bag, handing it to the XO. “Here’s your cheeseburger,” he shouted and, with that, the lofty lad climbed down to the deck. As he bent over to grab the bag (that was empty!!!) the master-at-arms ( sorta’ like a shipboard cop) grabbed his arms and slapped handcuffs on the guy. The manacled guy screamed his lungs out!!!! “I want my cheeseburger, you promised me a cheeseburger, I want my cheeseburger….” he yelled continuously as he was led away.

Shortly, the base ambulance appeared and he was led away, never to be seen by us again. As he entered the ambulance, still handcuffed, we could here his muffled sobs, “They promised me a cheeseburger. I didn’t get my cheeseburger and they promised me………..”

The assembled crowd roared when the XO exclaimed, “I didn’t think the food aboard was that good!!!”

Just another day aboard an American warship, far from home, manned by a crew with an average age of 19 or so. The dregs of American society. But, we were proud dregs.

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I copied and pasted and did not check for spelling or grammar errors.

Consider This

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Hi kids!!!  “Hi Uncle Old Coot!!!”

Have you rapscallions been behaving yourselves?  I hope so.  I do not want you varmints behaving as I did when young back in those nearly pre-historic days of the 1950s and 1960s.  Dagnabit.

You are you and I am me and he is he and she is she and there’s a few he is she and she is he in the crowd and a few who have do damn idea what they are.  And that which is our individual selves… one human unit, an entity self-aware with a mind within a body made up of many different types of cells.

Cells. An individual living creature that lives, reproduces and dies.  It eats and emits little cell farts.

How many of those cells are inside a human body?  Since people come in many sizes we will be looking at an average number.

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How many cells are in a human body?

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Read the article and learn a little about the trillions of individual life forms working in harmony to create you.

Then ponder the ramifications of that.

Depending upon how “deep” you think your thoughts could take you in various directions.

After thinking about all those cells it is time to consider that:

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Humans Carry More Bacterial Cells than Human Ones

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I wonder if in some way I am unable to detect that humans are akin to those cells in that we contribute to the existence of a life form more advanced than ourselves?

If so… are we the body cells or the bacteria?

Considering how we treat planet Earth I would tend to give the nod to humans being bacteria.

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Religious Truth ( or lack thereof )

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Hello boys and girls. Uncle Obbop here, the Disgruntled Old Coot, ever ready to dispense sage advice and worthless opinions.

Let it be known I ridicule all religions to some extent with some more deserving of my scathing words such as that Scientology scam.

Are the spirits of aliens murdered millions of years ago here on Earth infesting your mind? Well, if so… then Scientology may be the “religion for you!!!!

If curious about that cult click on this sentence ye scurvy dogs. Arrrrrrrrrr….

L. Ron Hubbard was an interesting chap. One of his books, Battlefield Earth, is a science-fiction book I consider among the finest of the genre. Sure, it has its defects but over the decades I have read it three times with lengthy periods between readings. The movie sucked. The book was too long to make a average-length movie. If only the route used for The Lord of the Rings had been used I believe a movie following the book’s plot would have been a true classic. But, tastes in reading, movies, everything vary greatly among the human herd.

That L Ron Hubbard fellow is reported to have stated back in the 1950s, I believe, that the quickest way to become a millionaire within the USA is to start a religion. Later he followed that route and thus Scientology was born.

Scientology is a “religion” I give no credence as to possibly being based upon reality. It is a subjective decision of mine. Other religions that have been created in the recent past, new faiths compared to those tracing their origins to events in the far past… such as the 2,000 or so years in the past when the Jesus fellow was executed by the ruling elites of that era and the 600 or so years later when the Mohammed guy claimed to have shot the breeze with an angel sent by God (Allah) in that cave not far from Mecca. I wouldn’t be surprised if the guy was smoking some opium in that cave but I wasn’t there so that is just conjecture.

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Disjointed Written Ramblings

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Hello human herd.  I do not know you but if you are a decent person I hope that all is well for you and yours.  For the hooligans and scumbags and ne’er-do-wells engaged in anti-social activities… well, I hope that karma thing plops atop your presence and smothers you with whatever you deserve.

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Wandering the Find-a-Grave Web site I found the following:

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Obituary February 4, 1897 Blount county Newspaper.

“Uncle Billy Burnum died at his home neat Chepultepec last Friday. Mr. Burnum was one of the oldest citizens of the county being in his 85th year. Up to a few days before his death he seemed to be in perfect health and got about like a young man. He was a good old man and highly respected by all who knew him. One by one the old landmarks are passing away.”

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That is a nice way to be remembered.  Well, at least by the one doing the writing.  There could be others who were glad he was dead and gone but that possibility is tossed in because I am the dark cloud by nature,  surrounding the silver lining, the Disgruntled Old Coot (DOC).

Some folks would label me a realist but I prefer DOC.  In this instance I prefer to stick with what was written about the fellow… that he was a decent fellow.

If you want you can cross the miles and visit Billy Burnums’ current place on the Web and view his Earthly residing spot:

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William Toles “Billy” Burnum

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