I’ve reached the point where I can’t take any more smoke up my ass. I never want to hear about GMOs again. No more scare stories about how deadly they are, and no more false promises about how they will save the world. Both sides are full of shit. I’m also ready to totally lose it over the next idiot accusing BLM of being racist. Let’s see what you do after your loved one is murdered by a white racist cop. And for the love of heaven, please don’t try to tell me that Clinton didn’t cheat and Sanders isn’t enabling her to get away with it. I just hate it when people try to gaslight me like that.
Doesn’t anybody realize that China is suing Monsanto for false advertising? After ten years, the Chinese have found no appreciable differences between GMO corn and old fashioned seed corn. India is about six or seven years into a generational study, but their initial results supports China’s claims. Face it, GMO people, Monsanto made fools of you all.
Pro-GMO people, you need to get over yourselves. The fact that you have an understanding of science doesn’t make you any smarter or better than anybody else. If I was that egotistical about my education I’d look down my nose at anybody who doesn’t understand compound interest. We’re all ignorant in one way or another. And your mindless repetition of Monsanto ad copy simply demonstrates your abysmal ignorance of marketing psychology.
Speaking of marketing psychology, you anti-GMO people are at least fifty percent of the problem. You did know that Monsanto operates the largest organic division in the known universe? And the same spin doctors writing Neil de Grasse Tyson’s copy are the same who write for Food Babe’s? You need to stop being stooges and listen to the pro-science people. Then, when the two of you can speak civilly to each other, show them your evidence for an honest appraisal. Because you each have things to teach each other. That’s not going to happen if you keep acting like rival gangs of kindergartners.
While we’re on the subject, you should all be grateful that you have the leisure to fight over this tempest-in-a-teapot. I’m a disabled white person living in an African American neighborhood. I have plenty of time to waste on the internet, but not the financial resources to worry if my food is organic. I get my meat at a cheap butcher and it’s either chicken or hamburger. Most of my produce comes from Target or the 99 Cents Only store. I don’t have the luxury to worry if it’s organic or not. And neither do most of my neighbors.
Speaking of my neighbors, police harassment is a daily sight in my neighborhood, and there’s a memorial to a police victim on every block. One of my neighbors had all of his family, his mother, his father, and his siblings, killed by police. Every time I hear “All Lives Matter” I want to kick that person in the crotch, fish hook his nose, and drag him to a memorial for an 18 year old shooting victim. Let him say “All Lives Matter” in front of pictures of a pretty little girl in her prom dress and all the balloons, teddy bears, and candles. I want to see if he’s evil enough to say it.
“All Lives Matter” is simply gaslighting. There is no other word for it. The people who say it are deliberately trying to fuck with African American’s reality. The people in my neighborhood know perfectly well they’re being targeted. So the only people you’re gaslighting are each other. And do you know who else gaslight each other? Hillary Clinton supporters. Who are they trying to fool, me or themselves? Somebody has been committing voter fraud this election. If it wasn’t Clinton and the DNC, then who the hell was it? And please don’t give me any shit about her being innocent because she never got charged. With that sort of logic we should give Richard M. Nixon a posthumous apology. Richard M. Nixon was never convicted or charged. Does that mean he should not have been held accountable for his crimes? If Clinton gets to be president before the voter fraud is investigated, we were wrong to hold Nixon accountable for his crimes.
Equally toxic are the claims that Bernie Sanders didn’t sell out. Of course he sold out. Sanders is what happens to revolutionaries who get tenure in the senate. So when I see articles claiming he has some sort of master plan, or he’s some sort of mastermind, it’s all I can do to hold on to my temper. Any cosmetic changes he makes to the DNC platform are not worth voting for a cheater. As far as I’m concerned Clinton has made the Democratic Party the greater of the two evils.
If you want to be afraid of Donald Trump, be my guest. He’s just another boogeyman, no different from All Lives Matter and GMOs. I think it’s totally uncalled for to accuse me of supporting him because I refuse to vote for a cheater. It wasn’t my idea that Trump run for president, and if the Democrats would actually run somebody people are willing to vote for, we wouldn’t be threatened with Trump in the first place. If the Democrats lose this one, they should all commit mass seppuku. If I were a Democrat, I would rather be dead than face the utter humiliation of losing to Donald Trump. The Dems have no lack of warm breathing bodies. Any one of them could be drafted to run. But no, the Democrats insist on stuffing a cheater down our throats. Once again they’re snatching a magnificent defeat out of the jaws of certain victory. So don’t blame me for President Trump. That honor belongs to Bernie Sanders and Debbie Wasserman-Schultz. And there is no way in hell I’m paying for their bullshit.
My bullshit limit has been reached. No more. I don’t care if you gorge on genetically modified kumquats or only eat wild vegetables grown in all natural pig shit. Chances are you’re both more likely to die of old age than from your food. What you eat or don’t eat makes no difference in my busy and exciting life. But when you say All Lives Matter, look out, because from here on in, I’m going to be in your face hot and heavy. No more Mr. Nice Guy. And if you accuse me of supporting Trump, I am simply going to ignore you. Dealing with you isn’t worth losing my religion.
I remember being in the fourth grade at the Florence M. Burd School in Andover New Jersey. I must have been all of nine or then years old. My teacher, Mr. Schierholtz was showing us slides of his adventures while hitchhiking across India. We saw pictures of people literally living on the streets of New Delhi. This was scary stuff for a nine or ten year old during the wonderful years of 1967. So Mr. Schierholtz got in front of the class room and promised us it would never happen in the United States.
Mr. Schierholtz explained all about FDR and the New Deal, and how the government had laws to prevent the conditions that created homelessness in America from ever happening again. He explained about unions and how they work with industry to create fair wages and safe working conditions. Then Larry, who sat in front of the class told us about all the neat benefits his father’s union had. Poor Mr. Schierholtz, he didn’t mean to lie to us. Back in 1967, we were still riding a wave of optimism. The economic equality that came out of unions was still fully in effect and even janitors could afford their own homes. Jim Crow had been exorcised out of our national society, and the idea that war and violence was wrong hit our national consciousness like a bolt of lightning.
The clock was ticking down to the year 2000, and America was waiting to become the Jetsons. The 24 hour work week was being experimented with. The link between cancer and cigarettes was being explored and cigarette ads were being banned on TV. In South Africa Dr. Christian Bernard was pioneering organ transplants while the rest of the world protested Apartheid. With all this wonderful and exciting stuff going on, how were we to know that in 1968 a man would be elected to the presidency who would be the seed that brought all this down. While the man himself, Richard M. Nixon, left office in disgrace, the aids and assistants he brought to Washington with him remained to become The Legion of Doom who destroyed the United States.
How could Mr. Schierholtz ever dream that people could be so short sighted as to attack the very investment laws which American prosperity depended on? Who would have thought that America would be so spineless as to get behind Reagan and his Nixon Administration survivors as they attacked the very unions that protected the rights of the working man? Employment benefits are now “golden handcuffs” used to make workers too afraid to stand up for themselves lest they and their families be left without medical care. Jim Crow triumphantly returned on the shoulders of his neocon supporters after affirmative action was struck down. Universities can once again safely discriminate against minority students. How could anybody dream that in 2003 we would get embroiled in another Vietnam? The Neocons successfully derailed the year 2000 and turned the clock back to 1929 through deregulating the stockmarket. The Market crashed partly because brokers were selling on the margin again. Those Americans still fortunate enough to have a roof over their heads have to work 90 hours a week to keep it. Health care is reserved only for the healthy as the HMOs try to drop all the terminal cases to die as indigents. All of America has become New Delhi in 1967
Last month 1 out of every 464 homeowners had foreclosure papers filed on them. The neocon locusts who have literally eaten us out of house and home, have been pointing the finger of blame at subprime mortgages, crooked mortgage brokers, and the victims of the meltdown themselves. They have been blaming everything except themselves. They lowered the standards and changed the laws which would have prevented the meltdown from happening. These locusts have so badly screwed the economic infrastructure that the mortgage meltdown has reached Beverly Hills and a celebrity is having his house foreclosed on.
84 year old “Tonight Show” co-host Ed McMahon broke his neck and has been unable to work. What has this country come to that an 84 year old man is unable to enjoy his retirement, and has to work to keep his home? What has this country come to that an old man ends up having an accident and instead of being able to recover in peace, medical expenses force him to lose his home? What’s worse is that the only reason this has made the news is that McMahon is a celebrity. Thousands of other retirees have also lost their homes and are now living on the streets, but that never makes the news.
We don’t have to worry about Ed McMahon living on the streets, because his fellow T.V. Star, Donald Trump, is coming to his rescue. Donald Trump is probably the biggest media whore in America. Starting with his divorce from Ivana in the 90s and his marriage to his current trophy wife, Trump all but throws himself into the path of the paparazzi. His reality TV show demonstrates the Financial Industry’s favorite past-time of psychologically torturing and humiliating anybody whom they see as having less power than they do. His signature “you’re fired” is actually a mercy-bullet for those he turns it on. Take my word for that. I had once been a trained monkey for something as evil as Trump. The people you need to pity are the ones he keeps.
Le’ Donald, as his ex-wife called him, was one of the architects of the current housing crises. As an untiring opponent of federal regulations and rent control, Trump helped to create the conditions of homelessness. As a mortgage investor, he was part of the refinance shell game that caused European investors to pull their money out of the American market, and triggered the meltdown. As a business man, he was not above cutting corners or breaking laws as the fines he had to pay were way less than the profits that he made. Yet, you might notice that Trump is not losing any of his properties. As a matter of fact he is gobbling up foreclosures like they were M&Ms.
One of the Foreclosures he wants to gobble up is Ed McMahon’s house. So here’s Trump trying to look as if he has something that resembles a human conscience. He stands up so the Paparazzi can take pictures of him buying Ed McMahon’s house so that he can lease it back to McMahon. Not give it back to him, lease it back to him. He is going to make McMahon pay rent for his own home. McMahon is 84 years old with a broken neck. He is not long for this world. After McMahon dies, Trump can either evict the widow McMahon and sell the house or continue to lease it back to her. Either way, Trump has himself some prime Beverly Hills real estate.
Well, I guess that’s a little better than simply kicking the McMahon’s out in the street like he’s done with so many other elderly home owners, but you have to be touched by the ironic hypocrisy of the whole thing.