How Come America is Dumber Than Its Grandparents?

You know the WPA, right? That gave your grandparents SO much? Including an absolutely fabulous return on their taxes?

Now ask yourself why I can post this:

THANK you, America, for giving me a job and an education and helping with the mortgage. All of the people like me – the military – don’t defend your freedom, unless it’s freedom to drive farther on fewer dollars. And everybody’s flat-out admitting that the Poor are joining because they have no other job options.

So, really, you’re paying for the 21st-century version of the WPA.

Admittedly, you don’t get any major art projects or bridges or roads or parks or anything – and all you get is fried combat vets who are now complaining they were “lied to” after NOT attending the anti-war marches and calling everybody who did march “unpatriotic,” and snotty REMFs who think they’re the point, and populations in the middle east so screwed up by war they think beheading is a political statement, and stacks of useless military toys that will end up in the hands of out-of-control police officers terrified of black people and a debt you’ll never pay off, not even if you concrete over all of the Everglades or cut down every last tree to pay for it – but it’s a job, right? RIGHT? Aren’t you proud of what your kids will inherit? You must feel like a Sumerian as the droughts come in.

Nod your little pointed head, America. And thank you. Again. Your grandparents would Facepalm if they could. Or your great-grandparents. Back in the ’30’s. The DEAD ones. OKAY?


Thanks for the advice

How DARE they?

It’s being demanded I sacrifice for a war, when I’ve been sacrificing all my life for the environment, and the people who want the war have never tried until now.  I’m just a bit ticked off about it.  I’m not swearing because I did all my swearing at the radio last night.

The Downscale people are finally coming to the conclusions the Upscale people have known all the time.

Downscale, of course, are those childish minds who think they can solve everything by war:  The Kill To Cures, the Patriots, The Right People.  They voted for Reagan and smugly smiled when he tore the solar panels off the White House.  They didn’t know the deserts they were damning their own kids to.

Upscale are those of us who can’t be classified because we can actually think.  Our opinions look gray because they’re based on the situation at the moment, on questions based on more than just one Approved Truth.  I buy the solar panels from the Danish and Swedish companies who used to be American companies but lost their funding under the Oil War presidents.

Downscale loves war.  They think they can simply wipe out the Bad Guy and burst their problems like a pimple, instead of keeping up a schedule of regular hygiene.  They never seem to get it that both sides think they’re the Good Guy.  They get all surprised when the other bad guys shoot back and start wiping out their DNA.  They don’t start thinking until they’ve lost the chance to have grandchildren.

Upscale knows that war is what happens when you screw up.  We don’t need to be “forged in the fires of experience” to figure something out.   We know that interfering with other people’s lives will lead to instability, social collapse and war.  Bullets kill.  War is expensive.  Lots of women and kids get killed.  Soldiers – when they come back at all – come back crippled and/or screwed up in the head.  Both sides lose, lose, lose.

We’ve lost every war we’ve been in.  We lost the war with Great Britain; it was only a war to loosen up taxes and give the right of choice to white males.

We lost the civil war, a war the Upscale would never have fought, because Upscale knows slavery is wrong.  We don’t have to see our fellow human beings whipped and degraded to know this isn’t what a decent human being does.  Downscale is still mad about it, and doesn’t want any more colored immigrants; they had to have their Jim Crow laws taken away from them like a handful of linty candy.

We lost our wars with the First Peoples – the people we call the Indians.  We’ve been left with a shattered environment we hardly have the resources to repair, and our wars with sick, dying peoples have made us think we’re invincible.  The First Peoples have known who we are all along, right out into the islands of Hawaii, and the northern territory of Alaska.

We lost World War One when we got involved, and stirred up the pot that would just lead to more bad soup.  We lost World War Two when our men came back and started to act the drill sergeant to their children and families; our children are raped in huge numbers and wander the streets just to get away from Dad, and blame our gay communities because of what their own blood did to them.  We beat small, exhausted countries who had already been battered to pieces against another empire and added to our own legend of invincibility, in our own minds.

The women of Japan tied their babies to their backs and jumped into rivers and off mountains when they heard the Americans were coming, because of what the American Marines had done to Haiti in the 1920’s.  America practiced torture in all the defeated countries, gaining experience for the Cold War.

We lost the Cold War when Russia went down the path we’re going down now.  Our belief we’d won chained us to them, and is dragging us toward the same cliff.  For the same resources, in the same places.

I won’t have to list the following quotes for the Upscale, but the Downscale might want to know before they start thinking their own experience is special.

Benjamin Franklin said, “Experience is a dear school, but a fool will learn in no other.”

Goethe said, “He who will not hear, must feel.”

Robert Frost said, “War is for everybody, for children, too.”

I wonder who’s fooling us now?

TrueMajority recently sent a message entitled:  “Don’t Let Bush Fool America About Iran.”

There may be a real disconnect on “fooling America.”

The way small towns and rural communities celebrate participation in the war, you’d think you were at a football rally.  Bush doesn’t have to fool these people.  They’re ra-rahing right along with him.  They HAND him their precious relatives to turn into soldiers and throw away on a war of resource conquest.  You’re not going to see any detemined mom breaking her kid’s foot  to keep him from getting his legs blown off in a humvee roll-over.

I’m out here in the middle of beautiful nowhere where it’s safe, but I’m not gloating over it.  Then again, I’m not whipping up the Support-The-Troops war fervor, either.

People from small towns come back and brag about how much the Iraqis like them.  Here’s a poser:  occupation troops vs. your own angry neighbors who see you as collaborators. 

First of all, no one’s going to mouth off to a member of an occupation army who’s got a gun in his or her hand.  It’s like dealing with the uniforms in this country:  status can change from Innocent Iraqi to Enemy Combatant as fast as Broken Headlight can change to Tasered Takedown, especially if you don’t look like the uniform.

Rural people actually suffer from the delusion that they can communicate better than people in cities.  They don’t realize that, having spoken to nobody but the same people in the mini-towns for their whole lives, they might not understand that not everybody has the same viewpoint.  They’ll assume everybody’s on the same page — and can be very hostile to anybody who grew up in a different way, or even just have different experiences.  These are the people who can’t understand why the kid with the scholarship got out of town and never came back; one of the most exhausting activities anyone can be part of is Dumbing Down.  It’s one thing to smile and agree politely at the local library or restaurant, but it’s hell to have to live with it 24-7, years on end.

Rural people don’t want to know.  They won’t even face or stand up to businesses that are ruining their health.  Everybody may have cancer, but nobody’s going to question a watershed full of toxins, because it might run a few fading jobs out of town.  I know how these people think — I grew up in a mill town, where the sulfur fumes peeled the paint off the house walls and the layers out of people’s lungs. 

Rural folks are not going to be hit with the real repercussions — only large coastal cities will face any real damage if any such thing as an attack happens again.  It’s the large coastal populations who know that War Doesn’t Work. 

The disconnect is the unthreatened community vs. the threatened community.  Nobody is going to bomb anybody’s soybeans in Iowa or struggling fishing fleets; they’re going to take out New York or Washington.  But it’s the unthreatened communities who think they’re the target and are endangering the communities who may actually BE a target.

The only thing the unthreatened communities are going to lose are their grandkids — when the kids they sent to Iraq don’t come home to breed.

But then, there’s something else a lot of small-town people refuse to accept:

Evolution works.