wrapping a chicken

WRAPPING A CHICKEN

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Let’s cut through all the glittery unicorn farts and stop acting like puffer-fish on our blogs.  The American people sold out to the international bankers, en masse, during the Great Depression ( you could make a case for earlier, such as during Prohibition, but the close to universal disregarding of that law at least showed that freedom was still taken seriously ).  The election slogan “a chicken in every pot” quickly turned into Wrapping The Chicken In The Constitution.  After spinelessly allowing themselves to be drafted after FDR allowed the Nips to bomb Pearl Harbor ( you can leer and be snide to Leftists, but at least they had the stones to refuse to be meekly turned into southeastern Asian cannon fodder.  To be clear, I have no problem with a draft, but only if it is defensive, not imperialistic [ the Civil War was northern imperialism ] ), “The Greatest Generation” stayed on the public dole the rest of their lives ( GI Bill, defense contractor job, Social Security ).  In effect, they voted that they would rather have a job instead of freedoms.

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So before you were born, your fathers and grandfathers made the choice for you.  Better to join the Central Bankers economy than to be free.  I’m certainly not judging them, or you, because the same problem back then was what faces us now.  You would be a damn fool to rebel when you have nobody joining you.  You have to simply go along with what the rest of the douche bags are doing, or you die or rot in jail.  Granted, at the beginning a very few freedom fighters could have made the difference.  After that, it got harder and harder to make any difference as the centralized fascism became more and more entrenched.  So it became much easier to recognize the futility of rebellion and less easy to blame those failing to act.  By now, all this flaccid bloviating by the III%’ers and similar ilk is just empty posturing, young punks full of impotent bravado ( I was one in my twenties, so I certainly know the type ).  I can’t stand reading them, but I also try to forgive them their lack of knowledge. 

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You are probably thinking this might be a backdoor tirade against Old Humpers sucking down my Social Security while playing golf in Arizona, sucking down the water table so as to create millions of refugees that will descend upon my locale at the first widespread hint of Gore Warming ( of course, the first hints are already here as the southwest goes into severe 1,000 year drought and the east coast sees the shutdown of the Gulf Stream, but until the last drop is wrung put of the wells all these idiots living there will think all is okay ) but once again I am feeling magnanimous and so I salute all you crusty old bastards and say, Have One On Me!  A toast to suckling on the federal teat, and screw everyone else after it goes dry.  As much as I rail against injustice, real life tells me it is better to be a dingus than to be dinner.  I have no right to judge those eating better than me, just because I’m in a position of weakness.  My own fault.

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No, my point here is that none of us are any better than another.  We ALL value Get’en Paid over freedom.  And it wasn’t a bad deal.  We gave them control in exchange for a paycheck ( which won’t even last a century-so quick has the oil spigot gone from a gusher to a drip irrigation system ).  The problem is that, now we have no freedoms AND we have no paychecks.  And those that still do are dumb asses if they think it will last much longer ( and, really, what are you hanging on to?  Half your pay is to a mortgage, the other half to debt, mandatory medical insurance and food.  If you can afford to throw in cable, you’ve joined the middle class.  Gee, I wonder why I didn’t sell my soul and get an ulcer for $30k a year.  I have more disposable income living the way I do and earning under $8k a year [ next year-this year I earned over ten and it is seriously chapping my ass I’m on the hook for another 10% gross in the medical penalty because I’ll be going over by just a few hundred bucks ]).

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So ignore all those jag-bags trying to sell snake oil on the Internet.  Ah, the Web.  Can’t get a real job fixing cars or chopping wood?  Pretend to be a survival expert and sell Fear Porn mixed with Hopium ( credit to the Survival Acres guy-I think-for that one ).  Your Vote Counts!  See Trump Run!  At least with Zines, you had to front printing costs and stamps to get your viewpoints out there.  You were still full of crap, but at least with a Cost Of Entry, you had to be dedicated in your opinion.  You certainly were not out for a buck because just like with New York City publishing, for every Stephen King there are a thousand, if not ten thousand, starving artists who pretty much had to write for nearly free.  One or two amateur publishers made it big and the rest paid to publish until they burned out or ran out of stamps.  With the Internet, anyone who can pick up a Wi-Fi signal parked outside of McDonalds ( who, by the way, are committed to replacing all cashiers with automated systems.  If you eat there, you don’t care, because nothing tastes like their fries or McRib.  If you used to work there, after this, consider yourself lucky ) can try to cheat, swindle and con the rubes out of a few bucks.

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Those are the paychecks we are reduced to trying to earn.  Getting our fellow preppers to support our attempts at living in a northern state with zero jobs outside the big cities.  You don’t think this isn’t a Really Big Neon Flashing Sign Pointing To Massive Employment Contraction?  We sooth our fears by calling it “ new opportunities for entrepreneurship” or similar claptrap, all the while ignoring the fundamental truth that, as that Jew Baiter Ford pointed out, without a living wage your workers can’t buy the product you sell.  If we all are unemployed trying to wring a buck out of the Internet, who has the money to buy our useless ill considered products?  You can’t embrace the loss of freedom we saw a century ago, so I suppose there is no chance you’ll consider your future as an employee.

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