Aside from_____All__That__Relocation - - - -
And given the increasingly.. irreconcilable psychic differences..?
The now inescapable shrillness of the daily language murder:
We could try Secession again.
After all, we managed to reduce the idea of the Solemn Matter of Impeachment - all the way down to the pathetic politico-smarmy sanctimony of the last failed-charade.
Why not revisit secession?
There's no dialogue nor much prospect .. for .. .. .. a generation??
There's not even debate - all mouth/pen noises mirror the One-note YELLING of the Well-Paid Clowns, paid-pundit$ for cynical Corporate newsfotainment -
--- IT's A GOLD $MINE$ ---
Demagogues all:
Vastly-more on the Right, as That's where all the money Got-to.
(A 'Left' hasn't existed for decades here.)
Right-of-moderate is The New Left/Commie-pinkos,
the Why Do You Hate Murica So Much foci,
for all these personal interior Rage-sociopathies.
There remains not a Single vestige of:
Ed Murrow
Fred Friendly (!- his own acronym)
The American Mercury / H.L. Mencken
I.F. Stone
Twain
poor losing-it (?) Kurt Vonnegut
(or even our recently-departed, occasionally erudite News talking-head - but then he hailed from Canada)
(We do have squads of Father Couglans though - for any who want to see what the '30s were like. Here in God's Country)
Having outlived a handful who, in much slower times often kept us as nearer occasionally-honest
(as a religio-Capitalist daily-schemer Can approach that hoary, scary idea):
We have left only the plethora of Boomers,
a plague of hollow machine-MBAs stamped out like MCSEs,
in Highest Places and low.
An insatiable desire for More (for Me),
An uneducable large mass of folks -
Many of those confined in hamster-pens for far more than the 8 HOURS
(for which Prize ... many Union-scum died in its achievement).
Folks, many of whom have no idea and care not to have any:
re Who/What! McCarthy, Ed Murrow, James Welch were,
let alone what it was like to live under that earlier
(practice?? for PATRIOT-III - The Sequel)
oppression of the spirit, the mind and ..
the then daily pretense of something-about-'Jesus' (too)
as was inculcated so reflexively that -
few noticed their nodding-in-agreement:
to any fluffy-minded reference to some $Deity -
displayed on another one's shirtsleeve just *then*, and
demanding of one's Reassurance. (That it Must All Be So)
So:
I'd prefer the Separation,
conveniently located as I am - on the 'Left' Coast,
4th-Largest $Gross State/National $Product$ in the world,
how more cha-cha-cha need a one Be?
-- a small counterbalance--
to the Scripture-thumpers,
Rageaholics as infest mostly,
landlocked dreary patches as match
their internal landscape (apparently, quite well).
Where do we build the De-Enlistment kiosks?
