Cold Water

Too many people think they will join the plutocrats some day, or at least have enough in common with them.

Here’s some cold water for that: THEY’RE NOT LIKE YOU, AND THEY DON’T LIKE YOU.

Plutocratic Playbook: Manipulate the Emotions and They Won’t Look Behind the Curtain

As a political scientist, I read a lot of letters to the editor.  Many of those for the plutocratic candidates are substance-less.  They will say a candidate has “earned our trust,” or “listens to us,” or “works hard for us,” or “is the common sense candidate,” or “stands up for us,” or “is a true problem solver,” or “will bring jobs and opportunity,” or “is strong,” and other meaningless statements.  No actual policies, accomplishments, or plans.  It’s all emotion-driven, and emotion-appealing (to prattle).  From both sincere people and plutocratic plants. 

Unrooted

Young men often don’t know how to act.  They think because they speak/write the wildest, craziest, sickest, misogynistic, most demeaning things in their online games that they can say anything via FB message, or other quick social media.

People would be appalled at what is said.  Specific public figures are wished to have some awful affliction or die in the worst ways. 

And they see nothing wrong with saying those things either.

We probably have a contributing lack of economic opportunity problem.  We also either have a social decorum problem, or we have a lot of malicious behavior underneath the surface of too many—and all that says for the potential explosions in waiting.

“Because I’m Uneasy”

The nation medicates itself, tranquilizes itself, diverts itself, to avoid dark, stark realities.

Those of us who perceive ourselves awake enjoy the holiday season a bit less because of the uneasiness from that awareness.

Patriotic Help

I was eating with a guy I work with.  A lady at another table apparently overheard us talking about our military time overseas.  After a bit, the waitress came and said the lady bought our lunch.  The restaurant is in the poorest sector of town.  Yet which is also the most patriotic part of town.  Is it irony, or something else I wonder, to be so patriotic for a nation that often does the least and cares the least for them?