Listen to Cal & The Kat on Plato’s Cave™
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My dad has a saying that goes something like this: “As long as The Powers That Be let enough crumbs fall off their tables, then the little people have no reason to rise up and kick the sons-a-bitches’ teeth out.”
Okay, maybe I embellished upon that just a tad.
My point is, I’m 50-years-old and I’ve watched this country slide further and further into the present day cesspool of excessive taxation without representation while our shining light once seen throughout the Free World has been dimmed to barely a glimmer through the slats in the sides of the bushel basket that was capped over our sorry souls after World War II. The Great War.
I say it’s time for another Tea Party. It’s time, once again, to tell King George and his minions that the fuckin’ buck stops on our desks, our tables and at our door.
Without our dollars, this country does not function. If you don’t like how the country is being run, then you need to vote with your dollars instead of your mouth. Put your money where your mouth is and stop throwing it at the criminals on Capitol Hill who are blowing it like free coke on spring break.
They’re printing money like it’s gone out of style. Guess what? It has. It’s worthless. Money is just an agreement and I don’t agree to allow politicians of either party to keep wasting my tax money on boondoggles, foreign wars and that great Beltway pastime of getting high off of sniffing the fresh ink on all the debt you owe to your country and several generations of descendants.
The problem is that the majority of Washington has its collective head shoved up Wall Street’s ass, so whenever the stinky money trail looks like it might lead back to the Rat Bastards you elected, they just print some fresh ones and keep throwing it at the problem.
It’s like a 50-state Powerball Lottery except the school system and children are being told to take a hike off a short pier while Mommy and Daddy blow their inheritance.
The whole shitty mess reeks of a numbers racket that only the Mafia could be proud of. In fact, for all I know, it’s the Mafia and their ilk that run this country. It sure as hell smells that way from where I’m sitting.
Now, there’s a less than original idea being floated about called the Value Added Tax. On this week’s Plato’s Cave, Cal and I discuss it and how we feel about whether Washington might have a winner, here.
When any politician tells me the check’s in the mail, then I back away, squeeze my ass cheeks together and look around for some glassy-eyed Kool-Aid drinker to sneak up behind me with their favorite lubricant. And you thought Big Oil was only screwing you at the pump.
I don’t believe a word out of Washington because they lie, steal, cheat and whore their way to power, then triple that unethical activity to keep it. Absolute power corrupts absolutely and I absolutely believe that all of Washington is corrupt. It’s too big, too far and too far reaching. We need to abolish Washington and give the power back to the states where it belongs.
I don’t need all your alleged good works. You have so much rancid irresponsibility at your very core that it taints anything you could possibly do to help your constituents. You should be looking out for the people. You should be working for the people. You should serve the people. Instead, you serve yourselves, your lawyers, your fat cat lobbyists and money minders.
You claim to be god-fearing folk, but the Christ you express a belief in would most certainly kick your sorry asses out of the Temple of Washington were he stupid enough to show up because I’m sure you would just crucify him, again.
You don’t get my vote. I vote you off the fuckin’ island. You’re not my American Idol. You’re a collection of American Idolaters and money whores who are drunk from power and the bloodstains on your souls are many.
Stop trying to save the damn planet, spread democracy and spread your legs for oil. Fix your own damn country, first. Stop sending our goddamn plywood to Iraq. Build us some affordable housing you stupid fucking shitheads. Stop trying to repress dissent. Elevate the discussion of the people to the highest halls of Congress.
You are sanctimonious twats who do not respect this country, its Constitution or the ideals for which it stands. Rarely do you actually serve in its military, yet you continually send our best, brightest, youngest and strongest off to bleed, get maimed and die so you can retain power.
I loathe you. You want to socialize Big Business even further than it is, already. You want to socialize medicine, as though it isn’t, already. You want to tax us more and more while providing less and less.
You are digging your own graves. That isn’t a threat. I’m merely telling you what has happened to countless empires and dynasties before you. Think Rome. Think Ming. Think France. Even great dynasties and societies crumble. Usually, it’s from within. I’m livid because you don’t see it. You are so giddy with power and riches that you think you’re the chosen ones.
Get a clue. There is no chosen people. You religious zealots, extremists and general fucktards deserve the guillotine, the gallows or a swift kick in the nuts, at the very least. You, too, Pelosi.
Your someday will come, if you do not wake up and stop the madness. The laughing jackals and hyenas who advise you and guide you will be the first to let you hang from the nearest lamppost when the children who were placed in your care wake up and remember how you were butt-fucking them behind the Altar of Democracy.
Priests do it, politicians do it and CEOs do it, daily. You do not watch out for the little children, the sheeple or the disenfranchised. You screw them, royally.
Those of us who take our Free Speech seriously, our right to Bear Arms seriously and our Constitutional right to abolish any government that does not serve the Will of the People will rise up, again, and through the internet, first, attempt a peaceful overthrow of this heinous, immoral, reprehensible and highly criminal activity that you call politics or Business as Usual.
Your Mass Media, appropriately named as though it were some fucking Catholic wafer I need to eat to be absolved of my sins, is losing its power. You shall, too, eventually, if not in my lifetime. I hope I live to see the day, however.
I’m still waiting for the masses to wake the fuck up. They’re sleep walking, sleep gorging and sleep wanking off. They’re still shopping at WalMart. They’re still buying SUVs. They’re still downing Whoppers and can’t hear their arteries collapsing like the national economy and our great heritage.
I have no faith in Washington and little faith in the people.
Unfortunately, the only hope is in the people and if they don’t wake up, then the Rat Bastards will keep all the cheese while our ship of state sinks beneath the tsunami of hubris, arrogance and greed on our eastern shore.
Anyone have a better mouse trap? This Kat is all ears.
The Kat
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