As usual, Driftglass does an outstanding job of pointing out the fork in the road our nation now is faced with:
Suddenly, calamity is throwing light in all kinds of places we weren’t supposed to see,
Suddenly the armor of public delusion falls away, the Emperor’s New Armani disappears in a blast wave of unrebuttable failure, and the Great Man upon the throne is revealed to be what he always was: a half-bright, smirking fucknozzle whose private depravities — ingrained by repetition and doctrine and decades of privileged-fueled carte blanche — had become public behaviors which we were all strongly encouraged to politely ignore.
The greed and sadism, the pathological lying, the arrogance and ignorance and rapacious sense of entitlement…all now out caught in the harsh and unforgiving spotlight that real crisis brings and delivered with such reeking volume and velocity that even the Pig People can only drown it out by Turning Rush Up loud enough to induce seizures.
What we are finally getting a good, strong whiff of the gangrenous rot underneath the shiny facades on Wall Street. Seeing that, while out here in the fields, we fought for our meals, in the boardrooms, the meals are choppered in from that lovely little Italian place.
On the coast.
Because why the fuck not?
When the only people you know are rich, the only America you see is served to you in one-page executive summary form and read in comfort as you jet between Sun Valley and Davos, and the only people you speak with tell you how completely you have earned every lavish perk and comfort, why not go wild?
You are a World-Saver. A Decider. A Superman.
Master of a Universe where wealth bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Where money understands all.
And thus we find ourselves where the road diverges once again.
On the one side, are the men and women who council reform.
Who call to our better angels and ask us once again to stand against:
“…this new industrial dictatorship. The savings of the average family, the capital of the small business man, the investments set aside for old age—other people’s money—these were tools which the new economic royalty used to dig itself in. “
Franklin D. Roosevelt
July 27, 1936
It boggles the fucking mind that these depraved patriotic jebus puppetmasters of the pig people aren’t recoignized for exactly what they are.
I blame our disgraceful excuse for a national press, who pump these motherfuckers up and give them a platform well beyond what their morally and pragmatically bankrupt ideology would merit if given even the slightest real rational scrutiny. The national press are lazy scumbags who are so busy sucking-up to celebrity and power that they don’t have any time left for real investigative journalism: Is what this asshole in front of me is telling me TRUE or FALSE!?!?
This is why they just revert to “Democrats have put forward a bailout plan that they claim will blah, blah, blah, while Republicans claim that this bill is laden with blah, blah, blah”, when they should be saying, “Democrats have put forward a bailout plan that they claim will blah, blah, blah. We have actually read some of the motherfucking plan, and it does appear that it has a chance to achieve blah, blah, blah. While Republicans claim the bill is laden with blah, blah, blah and is likely to be ineffective, our analysis of the plan suggests that the Republican opposition to this bill is solely grounded in ideological bankruptcy and is completely untethered to objective reality.”
But if they did their motherfucking JOBS, “journalists”–especially the particularly odious species that is on the motherfucking teevee–wouldn’t get invited to the really high-class cocktail parties where they stuff their smug ignorant fucking faces with pig-sphincter wienies and guzzle paint-thinner box chardonnay. Until we extirpate the pathology of our Fourth Estate, we are doomed to repeat this fucking shit over, and over, and over, and over.