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Bury Goldwater! Nix on Nixon!

How I long for those seemingly innocent days when I had hand-painted posters with those words in the back-seat windows of my used VW, with no fear whatsoever.

Today, were I driving or had a nerve, I'd change it to "Resurrect Goldwater! even Nixon!" as either would be head and shoulders above any Republican (hereinafter referred to as repukes), and most Democrats (hereinafter referred to as democRats)--except, I really don't want to be shot in the head for stating a political opinion.

Back in those days, the 60's, I was free to work until 3am, go to a 24-hour diner (Uncle Susie's, no less--decades before the LGBT community) with co-workers and chat and smoke until daylight, tip 20%, then drive home in a sleepy beach community with no fear going back and freakin forth on the trigger mechanism to change the light, then, after 10 minutes, no traffic either direction, me nearly peeing my pants, went through it anyway.

Bingo. I was stopped. Thank goodness for teenage bladder control. I invited the officer to get free coffee at the drive-in I worked at, and he didn't give me a ticket after I explained that, apparently, my car was too lightweight to trigger the signal. I was 18, and for many years, cops were my friends, willing to follow me home when some crazed customer threatened me.

In the early 80's I was chased by a white racist (looked like the pink-faced ugly Rovian type so frequent in power today) because I sported an R&B music station bumper sticker and was singing with/bebopping to the tunes (does anyone remember Earth, Wind and Fire?), windows down because I was too poor to afford air conditioning--I broke many laws to escape him, heart pounding, but I prevailed. He's probably still pissed, and listening to the assboil pervert. I'm still pissed at racists like him.

Now it's yet another 20 years later, and we have repukes who lie, democRats who lie, both and all for MONEY! For POWER! I'd like to be their collective Daddy and smack them a good one with a peach tree switch, even though I don't believe in corporal punishment.

Do I have hope? No. Well, I have hope that I have lived this life in punishment for whatever evil deeds I did in a past life. Or, yes, I have hope that my next life will reflect the good deeds of this one. But for the rest of you youngsters? I worry that you or your children or grandchildren will pay the price of this country's greed and power mongering. To that end, here are some suggestions:

* Get a passport.
* Learn a second language (indigenous to the country you plan to emigrate to).
* Start relinquishing your possessions--give away or sell.
* Put your money in silver or Euros.
* Start practicing living on less.
* Install containers to collect rainwater from your roof runoff.
* Learn a trade, any trade.
* Save all your seeds from leftover fruits and veggies; plant them.
* Plant a garden of food and herbs.
* Buy solar-powered radios, lanterns, etc., and buy food only from local farmers' markets whenever possible.
* Learn to eat raw food.
* Pretend, as if if might happen, that you will need to live on less, fight vermin (repukes, rats, and actual rats, ants, etc.).
* Stop eating processed food.
* Don't have children if you can't give them a secure future. (That means at LEAST $100,000 at birth.)
* Pray or meditate. And know that prayers aren't usually answered in one's lifetime.
* Emigrate while the evil government still allows that. This is so sad.

May whatever diety you worship bless you for doing the kindness we so desperately need, or may the highest powers just blow us the fuck up and start over with the finest bits and pieces of our selves, however microscopic they may be. "We are stardust."

Who Deserves to Live?

You? Me? Your kids or grandkids? Great grandkids? Folks

from another country? And for how long, and under what

circumstances?

Well, it depends. Are you rich enough to take care of

every conceivable problem you or your family and loved

ones might encounter? Then yes, you are entitled to

live--at least in the eyes of the current rulers.

Not rich enough yet? Well, die--oh, but reproduce first,

so we'll have war fodder in order to continue this

madness, or so says our current kingdom of evil.

If there are "good gods," the sort who don't say "it's all

your fault", well, perhaps they weep as we do. If there

are just PNAC-type "gods," we're doomed.

I'm shy, but I'll start first.

I don't deserve to live, if, mind you, "living" means

feeling, at least from time to time, a sense of well-being

with no means to help others. I have suffered since

cognizance in angst over the world's problems, and have

taken it literally on the chin, in the gut, and in the

heart and other more personal places. Yet I don't have the

courage to suicide myself. But I still strive to survive;

odd, eh?

My cursed Libra rising (and I couldn't care less if you

disdain astrology, astronomy, physics, flush toilets or

anything)--Libra is about balance, weighing this and

that--is about seeing both sides of an issue, and

sometimes agreeing with neither or finding bits of each

side you can say "yes" to. It's a spiritual thing as much

as a tangible thing. So, mock me; yet still I care. How

screwed up is that?

Given that Libra, let me take another POV. I *DO* deserve

to live--but only until I figure out what it is I still

have to figure out! Once that happens, I hope I will be

able to pass (die) in my sleep. The problem remains, can I

find a reason to not take the bullet if my circumstances

mean I have no electricty and water?

Or what if some sort of emergency intervenes before I get

to die? Will I have to crawl for water? Fuck for water? No

one should have to contemplate such scenarios. But so many

in other countries do exactly that. And we help, how? By

bringing this country down to their level of madness.

I have ideas, but I have a problem with trust. You want to

plant food in my yard? Fine. You want to steal from me,

not fine. Why would my generosity somehow give you the

impetus to take advantage of me? WTF is wrong with you?!

Your turn.