In February of this year I became sixty years old. Sixty years old is still fairly young, especially to somebody who is 73 years old or 85 years old, but believe me, with the aches in the morning, an inability to hear what is being said by others less than 18 inches away, the pain suffered as my back settles to conform to the back of a car seat, the dwindling hair, the arthritic knuckles, teeth, respiration and heart function, sixty years old seems ancient, and when I look around and discover that all of the playmates of my youth and most of the friends I developed in later years as well as both parents are long dead and gone, sixty years old seems old to me. To be quite honest, if you are over seventy, 80, 90 or whatever and consider 60 as being still pretty young, I don’t really give a flying fuck. You’re probably a senile old fart anyway. Then again you didn’t come here to hear me bitch and moan.
At any rate, having recently turned sixty gives me semi-official license to express my thoughts with the broad perspective of the greater perspective that comes only at the expense of having been around for three score years, furthermore, being intelligent and having retained a fair degree of mental agility is an added benefit. I am not sure that it is worth the accumulated losses, but I do have to admit that I would rather be sixty years old, intelligent and sharp of mind than be sixty, have the maturity of a 14 year old gum-smacking, text message addicted girl, or worse yet, be sixty and still be a gullible, guilt-ridden, neurotic, Zanax popping, kool-aid drinking, gym going, yuppie sheep with an ill-fitting wig hanging out in singles bars trying to pass myself off as a virile 40 year old stud worthy of being bedded by young ladies who are, at best, a few years older than my daughter. All things considered, being sixty is not that bad and despite the fact that I never thought I would live this long, I have, and somehow in the process of attaining those sixty years I have been blessed with a truly angelic and unconditionally loving wife of magnificent beauty, an oversupply of projects and challenging interests to keep me physically and mentally occupied for another 200 years, and a collection of children and grandchildren who love and respect me and are constantly awe struck by the amazing array of strange creations and devices I am constantly churning out. My son is one of the only young men I am aware of who can honestly admit to having been clubbed senseless by his father’s robot. If I croaked off today there is little doubt that I will be long remembered.
Despite all of that BS, this posting is not merely my chance to wax nostalgic. There is a point beyond the nostalgia, and despite the diversions above, slowly but surely I will eventually get there.
As I stated above, having been around for sixty years gives me a bit broader perspective, especially because my memory is so very good, and in fact, good enough to remember what life in the United States of America used to be like, and those very clear memories give me a much better understanding of what the American people have lost and how much our cherished way of life has suffered over the passage of time. Unfortunately, for the reader to comprehend that perspective you will have to slog through my explanation of what it used to be like around here back then.
I was born in 1950. World War II had been over for a brief five years and as the third son of an Army captain and a combat veteran of the South Pacific theater who was still active in the National Guard, my birth enabled my mother with the ability to veto my father’s acquiescence to the Army’s orders to report for redeployment to Korea. He was willing, and probably wanted to go (he may even have felt that it was his patriotic duty) but she wouldn’t have it so she called his commanding officer and asked the man how in the hell she was going to pay for their $18,000 new house in the suburbs of Los Angeles and feed her three kids in his absence. Inasmuch as the Department of Defense had adopted a policy of not recalling veterans with three children, he was forced to stifle the urge to go slaughter the slanty eyed commie bastards in that far off land rather than continue his less-than-glorious employment as a low-paid pencil pusher at Title Insurance & Trust in downtown Los Angeles. In retrospect, I doubt he ever dared to criticize my mother for her interference, but I suspect he held me responsible for hampering his legitimate ability to scamper off to the more honorable pursuits of waging war. This may have been the reason for the strained relationship we always shared but that is mere speculation on my part and since he has been dead for so many years there is no way for me to verify this suspicion. It really doesn’t matter anyway.
My two older, and evilly inclined elder siblings and myself, along with our parents lived in a three bedroom lathe and plaster house on a non-descript street in Compton, California. It was one of Los Angeles’ numerous new suburbs quickly slapped together following WWII to accommodate the growing number of ex-WWII veterans who elected to remain in California after the end of hostilities in lieu of returning to the ramshackle, backward, burgs of their origin. This was very understandable considering the fact that California was rolling in money, employment; women, cheap land, new empty houses and more opportunity than the ex-soldiers had ever seen anywhere. Compared to the decrepit, clapboard domiciles, two-seater outhouses, one-room schools and vast unemployment of their hometowns, many found the decision easy to make. Besides that, their former till-death-do-us-part high-school sweethearts, those charming nubile starry-eyed waifs who jilted them six weeks after they enlisted were, by this time, married to the former high-school quarterback draft dodger who had become the towns biggest spouse beating drunk, their coltish young bodies were now burdened with the additional load of 150 pounds of ugly fat and formerly tight butts now resembled pink tinged aerial reconnaissance maps endlessly crisscrossed with varying elevations of cellulite on a fat woman’s rump. For many, there was nothing left at home and no compelling justification to warrant the trip back in time.
In those years, California was definitely the place to be. The jobs, the opportunities, the unmarried young women sporting the beginning of newly liberated life styles but still conventional enough to hang on to societal demands of marriage commitments, the requisite 2 1/2 kids per, a house in the suburbs and a hubby to goad into shoving a push mower around that 2500 square foot patch of crab grass everybody called a lawn. The kids were in bed by 7:00 or 8:00 every night of the week, the martinis were quickly and artless thrown together, 76′s spinning softly with romantic waltz music and nine months later another brat to anchor the poor sap down even more securely than before. Life was sweet, ignorance is blissful.
Everybody went to church on Sunday, most of the neighborhood kids were right there in Sunday school with you listening to same stories year after year, attending the same neighborhood schools, punished for the same infractions by the same wart-nosed old spinster witch, boys hanging out with boys and girls with girls, doing boy things and girl things to one degree or another as we all struggled to grow up and survive amidst school yard fist fights, after-school fist fights encountered on the walk home and the numerous accidents suffered by all curious children with copious free time and freedom to explore our surroundings when not otherwise engaged with group projects like building forts and waging war with home made spears and catapults capable of launching boulders the size of toilets at one another in the numerous vacant lots present in every neighborhood.
Every parent was a member of the PTA and every adult worth his or her salt fulfilled their patriotic obligation to vote in every election that was held. Back then, as now, people were either Democrats or Republicans, but unlike today, political affiliation was more flexible and the decision to vote for one candidate or another was less dependent on party affiliation than on the candidate’s ability to sway the masses on the basis of personal integrity, intelligence, character, honesty or willingness to move the country in some way that would benefit the citizenry as a whole. Generally, people figured the government was a good thing even when the other side won, and regardless of who won the election, the country came first. That was just the way it was. Like all good sheep we kept our heads down and grazed contentedly with little fear for what might come.
In retrospect, while I still ascribe to some of the beliefs that were instilled in me at an early age, I have to admit that most of it was crap. American history has always been taught in a way that justifies whatever atrocity we were engaged in at the time from slavery, genocide against the American Indians, justifications for freeing the slaves and justifications for going to war with Mexico and snatching a good portion of their country for ourselves. We were never told the truth about any of these things. That doesn’t mean that I would give Mexico back their land or reverse anything that appears to be advancement, but it would have been nice to know the truth instead of being taught a bunch of white washed bullshit.
Essentially, I figure that nobody told the truth back then because they feared that we would end up where we are today much sooner because the citizenry would know that their government was working to benefit only itself and despite that much revered constitution and the Bill Of Rights, the U.S. government has been moving slowly but steadily towards a full blown tyranny for more than two centuries and what we are witnessing today is merely the culmination of many small steps on a path that was intentionally designed to led us away from liberty to a point of contented slavery.
If you believe that I am overstating the situation in the U.S. today you are mistaken. I would venture to say that most of the people reading this article have never read the U.S. Constitution and have no idea what it says. To take it one step further, most of what those readers believe the constitution guarantees them, it doesn’t. “Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness,” is a phrase that comes from the Declaration of Independence, and none of these things are specifically guaranteed in the U.S. Constitution. “Of the People, By the People, For the People,” does not appear anywhere in the U.S. Constitution. That phrase came from Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address. No where in the U.S. Constitution are the citizens specifically guaranteed the right to vote. The U.S. Constitution does not guarantee anyone an absolute freedom of speech; it merely states that the U.S. Congress cannot restrict speech. There is nothing to stop other federal agencies or state or local governments from stifling your ability to speak freely or even to restrict them from punishing you for saying things they do not approve of. There is nothing in the U.S. Constitution that guarantees the people any right to be represented. Our elected “Representatives” form an independent body throughout their term of office and while they are charged with the responsibility of acting in the people’s interest, they are not proxy representatives and are, therefore, entirely capable of acting in direct opposition to the will of their constituents. The U.S. Constitution contains no guarantee that the American people will be kept informed of any potential changes regardless of how significant they might be or how adversely those changes might affect us. In fact, the U.S. Constitution expressly establishes “Executive Privilege,” a provision that provides the U.S. President with the ability to keep any or all proposed negative changes in complete confidence. Nobody is required to ask you whether or not you want a new government policy change or not and nobody in the government really give a furry rats butt if you like the changes they are planning or already implemented by the time you discovered them. If you honestly believe that, as an American citizen, you are guaranteed an established number of God given rights, you arte either below the age of twelve, had a really hard time graduating past the level of kindergarten, or you are a full-blown delusional, kool-aid drinking member in good standing of one or more political parties and/or special interest advocacy groups, you graduated from high school and may even have a degree or two, or three from one of this nation’s institutions of higher learning. In fact, the better educated you are and the more years you have spent in school, the higher the probability is that your delusions about government are greater because you have been indoctrinated more thoroughly than those who spent less time in classrooms having your head filled with myths, lies and propaganda. Don’t get me wrong here please, I am not against education, but there is a distinct difference between education and indoctrination and the majority of American colleges are more interested in indoctrination than education. Most American colleges offer new sophomores the opportunity to take a one semester class in Critical Reasoning. Critical Reasoning is an elective course and students are normally given a choice between it, cultural anthropology, basic psychology and a few other selections. The material taught in most basic psychology classes is far too generic to be of any real use, furthermore “psychology” is not a real science by strict definition because the results of identical experiments often vary over a wide spectrum whereas the results of scientific experiments following a strictly adhered to procedure end in the same results repeatedly. Chemistry is a science – psychology is a study. Most basic cultural anthropology classes have become courses in ethnic appreciation and are designed to enhance the student’s awareness and appreciation of racial diversity. While some genetic information is offered, most of the sound scientific evidence indicating genetic differences existing between different groups of peoples has been suppressed, if not outright rejected as being contaminated by excellent scientific minds suffering from deep-rooted racist tendencies. Critical reasoning is quite different because it gives the students their first contact with the process for logical thought. Not only should critical reasoning be required for all college sophomores, it should be taught in elementary schools, junior high schools and high schools as a large part of the required curriculum because it is the foundation for effective thinking and if we want our children to actually learn and our nation to really prosper then the first step on the path should be to teach kids how to think logically.
Your average 1st and 2nd grade school child has the capacity to absorb and memorize the alphabet, the proper sequence of numbers from 1 to 100 and the identification of colors. Soon following, they are memorizing multiplication tables, learning to divide numbers and discovering fractions. Certainly if children can fathom basic mathematical procedures they can be taught to understand the rudimentary logic and given the tools that would enable them to analyze materials in a reasonably critical manner. The problem here is that the myopic tyrants our society now refers to as “educators” are just bright enough to understand that once you give children the tools they need to analyze the questions and situations they encounter in their young lives, the process you started by teaching them to think in a critical manner doesn’t end when the homework assignments are completed. Unlike most of the inane drivel children are taught in school, teaching them to think analytically has a very obvious and entirely useful purpose. Even young children would soon realize the value of this ability. The upheaval and chaos that would replace the well-ordered, pre-programmed and politically correct public indoctrination centers we, so charitably call “schools” would destroy the entire process of indoctrination as millions of mentally free children began to question the veracity of the numerous fairy tales their so-called teachers tried to pass off as factual information. Entire generations of children would grow up intelligent, curious and with an excellent grasp of logical reasoning that would render them completely untouchable and unfazed by the politically controlled media attempts to manipulate the masses with overblown fear and hollow threats. Then again, for the benefit of those still looking for the point I promised earlier, hold your water, I’m getting to it.
Between September 7, 2006 and mid-January, 2010, the author has posted more than 714 separate articles on Fungazi.com. On more than a few occasions the author has posted as many as five articles in one day and many of the postings contained herein include extensive research on the topic discussed. In many cases the postings are quite lengthy and it is not uncommon for them to exceed as many as ten typewritten pages. These discussions have been read by many people, U.S. Senators and members of the House of Representatives, state governors, legislators at every level of the state and federal government, aspiring politicians, the employees of various government agencies, representatives of national and multi-national corporations, lobbyists, special interest advocates and private citizens from every walk of life. Fungazi.com has been visited by as many as many as 9,000 individuals in a single month and is, to this day, reviewed daily by as many as fifteen major news sources operating within the United States and abroad. After approximately 1500 pages of opinion, commentary and observation related to government mismanagement, immigration issues, ill-conceived military adventures and the certifiable lunacy of our elected representatives in Washington D.C., the power behind Fungazi.com threw out the anchor. Since November 2009, the author has contributed less than a dozen new postings to this site and other than the preceding, and very brief article, it has been over a month since I last broke my silence on any topic, and even longer since I last attacked anything of real merit. Like many of the hundreds of registered Fungazi subscribers, the entirely worthless and self-serving American politicians, the bought and paid for editorial staff members of the New York Times, the Washington Post, the Congressional News Service, the legions of blog raters, and admittedly, the sole proprietor, author and administrator of Fungazi, the number one question in this regard seems to be, “What Gives?”
Is it possible that my sixty years of existence yielded 1500 pages of scornful invective and my fuel supply is now depleted? Like a rocket that has reached its apex, its fuel supply spent, its ascent gradually slowing to the point where it rotates on its axis and begins the brief but fiery descent to the inevitable destruction of impact. Have the last three and a half years effort to maintain an average of 1.171 postings per day entirely exhausted the 60 years of accumulated frustration suffered while watching Washington’s political elitists gradually transform the most formidable power on Earth to a nation with less credibility than France, the political clout of Malawi and the prosperity of Tristan da Cunha, or is merely a case of common burn-out, the result of personally investing more than 1200 days of high charged emotional output acknowledged by a scant handful of immature comments.
In response to the latter excuse I emphatically retort “bunk.” Where and even if I am rated I could care less. My meandering style drives some people nuts but it suits me fine and I don’t plan to change. I am not aiming for popularity, fame or wealth and if I am supremely successful at anything, it is at avoiding all three. An occasional two way discussion might be nice but even that is not necessary. While commentary has always been welcomed, and I have resolutely maintained my founding policy of publishing every comment in its original and unedited entirety, the opinions expressed by readers of the contents of these pages are, admittedly, of little importance to the author. If those comments exhibited originality of thought, broached factors unconsidered or posed credible concepts in a light previously unconsidered by the primary author, they might be given more importance. Multi-faceted discussions among enlightened individuals could be entertained and errors could be made evident by the glaring brilliance of well-grounded logical thought. However, that has not been the case and 99.9% of the comments received for publication have been limited to the fallacious argument that the author is wrong because the article being addressed smacks of a predisposition towards racism, xenophobia, paleo-conservatism, political extremism or an insulting adversarial take on some long cherished sacred cow held dear to the heart of the person waxing critical. Regardless of the content of these less than intelligent expressions, I have published every one of them in their original form. That was my promise and founding policy and it has not been altered even slightly throughout the three and one half years of my administration. Furthermore, in the event that I continue from this point forward, that policy will remain intact. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in sæcula sæculorum.
If there is one concrete reason for the dwindling number of postings appearing on Fungazi it is undoubtedly the dawning realization that the pugnacious author of these countless calls for reason is engaged in a battle in which he finds himself hopelessly outnumbered on all sides. The struggle to maintain American freedom and independence, the fight for American liberty, if it can even be called a fight anymore, has become the personal conflict of a handful of persistent diehards entrenched against an assault force of millions of faithful, but completely mindless, adherents to a multitude of conflicting and oftentimes entirely false and fabricated causes. In short those who would defend American liberty are outmanned and outgunned at every turn and what should be a pitched battle between opposing forces is more like one of those barricade situations on the news where the sole individual holding out is about to be annihilated by an overwhelming force of arms. Until recently I held on to the delusional hope that “things” could get better, that some brilliant and charismatic young man or woman would step forth from obscurity and make it all right again. Sort of like a conservative Obama, except this person would be an American citizen, intelligent and honest. Admittedly, that is a fairly delusional dream and if such a person did manage to get elected no amount of Secret Service guards would be able to keep him from being perforated with more holes than my dead grandmother’s finest Irish lace.
Regardless of which party controls the congress and the presidency nothing has ever been made better. Government has never been downsized, taxes have never been significantly reduced, the deficit has never gotten smaller and abrogated rights have never been restored. This is a historical fact of record regardless of which political party is in the dominant position.
The other day when the 2010 U.S. Census form arrived in the mail the front of the envelope displayed a rectangular box down in the left hand corner threatening me with criminal charges by the United States government if I failed to fill the thing out and return it in a timely manner. My initial response was to write “Fuck You” across the front page using an extra-wide Sharpie and send it back, but a government that will blow off the head of a breast feeding woman and kill her 14 year old son by shooting him in the back because the father sold a shotgun that was 3/8 of an inch too short on the wooden end, is not a government to be trifled with in a capricious manner.
We can point fingers at the civil rights abuses in China, the despotism of numerous dictatorships past and present, the outrageously harsh treatment of citizens in nations run by Islamic fundamentalists, but when you get down to the basic truth of the matter, tyranny is tyranny, and the United States government is nothing more than an over bloated tyrannical government wrapped up in a gaggle of myths and outright lies and no matter which political party pulls the strings that makes it work, it works only for the small group of powerful elitists who are immune to the laws that the rest of us are forced to obey under threat of imprisonment or death. The American government cannot be fixed. No well meaning politician with a pure heart and honest intentions will ever have the capacity to make it right, steer it back onto the proper course, or turn it into the fairy tale we believe it should be. It is a government and like all governments, it is about power and the politics to increase power and power comes from force and the willingness to use force against the people governed to ensure compliance. That is not something that can be fixed. Liberty has not been lost, it has been exiled and it will remain in exile until the pain and suffering of tyranny and oppression becomes so great and so painful to endure that men, once again begin to dream of individual freedom. It may take years, it might take centuries, but the natural state of man is freedom, and ultimately, after much pain, great oppression, abuses, outrage and intense suffering at the hands of self-serving tyrants, Liberty will be born anew. The shackles of servitude will be cast off by the masses and mankind will be given another chance to live their lives in the state of true freedom that nature intended and the long, slow cycle will begin once more. In the hearts of all men and women, Liberty maintains a resolute shrine.
Up and down the meandering, convoluted verbiage of this narration my point has been stated and here I will close. I don’t know when or even if I might post again. It could be today, tomorrow or maybe I’ll just dump this damned effort and walk away. I’ve got a lot of subscribers but they’re a quite lot and I suspect that, with the direction my postings have been going and the people I’ve angered, more than a few of those subscribers fit neatly into the category of enemy agents. That might be considered a bit paranoid if it actually worried me, but it doesn’t, and my real concern is for those who subscribed because they see here the expression of conclusions they too have reached. At this point I have no idea if I will continue. Planning leads to predictability and I usually avoid doing it when I can. Furthermore, the money to maintain this site is getting tighter all the time and it comes down to eating or writing this thing may suddenly disappear for lack of funds. This is not the point to make that decision. I’ll continue to play it as it comes day to day and together we will see where it ends up. Until that time I will leave you with one absolute, Liberty will never die, so long as one seed remains buried in the shrouded quiet corner of a single soul it will continue to exist. It is the immortal dream of all true men and women and the natural state of all that exists. Throughout the long history of mankind governments have stifled it, starved it, imprisoned and killed its adherents, but still it lives on. When the time and conditions are correctly aligned the seed of liberty will sprout anew, grow straight and tall, taking nourishment from the blood of oppressors and tyrants until they are no more, and the cycle begins once more.
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