American Party

Being a citizen of a client nation of the American empire has always required a certain level of cognitive dissonance and culpability. How do we balance what is marvelous about America with what is evil?

It’s like America is throwing a fantastic barbecue party. There are clowns and a bouncy castle for the kids. There’s so much junk food! There’s live music! Booze! Drugs! Hookers! It is off the fucking chain!

Those of us who can get into the party are just so excited to be invited. We want to be there so much, we ignore that the land America is throwing the party on was stolen from people America murdered. That the food and drugs are paid for with blood money. That the hookers are sex-slaves.

Easy to turn a blind eye, though, because the party is just so much fun.

However, everything is going on around a big shed right in the middle of the yard. We’re all there enjoying ourselves, pointedly ignoring that shed. It’s not talked about. We don’t even look at it. It’s like it doesn’t even exist.

That’s Uncle Sam’s shed, by the way. America’s patriarch. The man who does the dirty work providing all the fun we’re having. That shed is Uncle Sam’s torture chamber, where he liquefies his victims once he’s done working on them.

The shed has always been there. It has always been in use.

But we all party on, doing our best to ignore it.

Now the party’s winding down, though. The sun’s coming up and we desperately need some real food, a long shower, and a deep sleep. Where’s my ride, anyway? The only people left here are the hardcore burnouts doing blow around the fire pit, listening to one of the hookers get sodomized in the bushes nearby.

How do I get home from here?

Oh, there’s Uncle Sam himself now. He’s wandered out of his shed, and he hasn’t bothered to change out of his “work clothes.”

That is a really nice, red white and blue leather apron, though. I wonder what kind of hide it’s made out of?

Criminal

Always remember that conservatives, wherever they be, are actually pro-crime. Crime is their whole business model. Stock market scams; white-collar larceny; tax and liability avoidance; corporate regulation circumvention; corruption; sexual assault; police brutality: they love all this shit!

Just so long as it is their kind of people doing the dirt. The White Patriarch does what he wants. Society exists to facilitate him. Whatever he does is not regarded as “real crime” by his system; by the conservatives and neo-liberals he buys to grease its wheels.

It is poor people and their crimes that conservatives hate. Do keep this in mind when they go on about being tough on crime: they are talking about crushing the poor. The rich have always paid one group of the poor to brutalize and suppress the rest. This is the mechanism of the state.

The police do exist “to serve and protect.” Without a doubt. You just have to keep in mind that it aint you they are serving. They exist to protect those they do serve from the likes of you.

But do tell us more, oh corporate shills, how taxation for social welfare programs and education is the real class warfare.

Morning Chaos

Going to take that first piss in the morning, brain still foggy with dreams. One of life’s simple pleasures.

Suddenly, my pee stream bisects; both streams are perfectly missing the toilet. Crisis! Must immediately decide whether to continue pissing on the floor with both streams, or to get one in the toilet, sending the other onto a wall (whichever I choose, since being a Japanese setup, it’s a toilet in a tiny room all to itself).

Like Afghanistan, there can be no happy solution.

Much as that country’s invaders, past and present, I totally fuck everything up by attempting all three possible solutions, one after another, in quick succession. I thus ensure that while no one area is completely drenched in piss, everywhere gets a nice sprinkling.

If only I could just fuck off at this point and leave the toilet to deal with this itself. Sadly, this is not Afghanistan, and I am no imperial power.