I trust everyone in the world had a great holiday…and got more than enough to eat.
What the hell am I talking about? Most of the people on earth barely had enough food yesterday to give them the energy to wake up this morning. It is tempting to believe that somehow,because another amerikan holiday excuse to spend money and gorge one’s self rolls around…it is shared universally. That everyone has the tradition of gathering with family and friends to eat enough food in one sitting, to feed an entire village in the third world for a week. Funny. Not funny ha-ha.
More ironic than anything. But you can’t eat irony. And it isn’t humorous in the least.
We gathered with family yesterday as we do every year on thanksgiving. But there was something missing. Even more than was missing last year. Besides being less a few normal guests, there was a pall in the house. The jew-toob that always blasts the holiday football games during the festivities also blasted the possibility of yet another war in Korea. It wasn’t delivered however as bad news from the talking heads between plays. Or that’ was my take, as I tried in vain to get out of earshot of that demonic machine which is always on in my relative’s LR. Another war for israhell. More money for jews. Of course, in the bosom of my wife’s family, I dare not mention my politics. I am not so insensitive as to force feed my feelings to numb in-laws…especially when the mood in the rooms of the house had an uneasy feeling already.
You see, one of the young mothers that always attends this holiday tradition, was sans hubby this year. A child sans daddy. A wife sans wedding ring. Sans everything that she was. only a couple thanksgivings ago. Her husband served two hitches in Afghanistan, was released early during his second tour with PTSD. He went through a short VA hospitalization…then disappeared. I’m sure guilt..shame…nightmares driving him who knows where. Gone in body. Gone of mind. Daughter fatherless. Wife dependent.
It touches us all. These wars for zionist jews. How can they not see this? How much longer will we carve turkeys and go shopping the next day. How much longer before there are no turkeys…no shopping…no more daddys anywhere.
Yes, there was an awful pall in the house. No one spoke of it. No one spoke of the missing soldier. We ate in silence…until one of the new boyfriends of yet another wife-to-be, noticing the crawl across the bottom of the screen announcing the Korean boarder stand-off and that amerikan troops were going to be deployed said: “Alright! Our troops will go over there and kick some butt!” The aforementioned silence got even quieter. Until we all started shuffling on home. Maybe this little family, in this little town is beginning to wake up to the eternal wars of hebrew empire-building and what they really cost us all. Perhaps this is what it takes. More thanksgivings and Christmases with missing family members in all little homes, to be ready to hear whom they can blame. Just maybe it will be time for me, or someone else that understands just who these wars benefit and who starts them…to fill in the culprit’s names.
The jews? Wha?
As older folks always say at some point, the rhetorical phrase “what’s the matter with kids today?” was spoken at least once. But then I started thinking(there I go again), that there is nothing wrong with today’s youth. If I was one of them, I would probably behave the same way that they do.
If you are given the same several meals every day of your life, you aren’t aware of any other type of food. If you have nothing to which you can compare it. You might imagine another cuisine, but it must be exceptionally vague in your mind. Where would you start, with little frame of reference. It would be like trying to imagine hearing color, or viewing touch.Interesting mental exercises, but not practical enough for you to experience. You may enjoy another type of food, but you will never know…because it simply isn’t available to you.
In the past…oh, 40-50 years or so, things have changed drastically in this country. Socially and politically. It wasn’t an overnight thing. We have been eased into an existence to which many of us living the last halves of our lives are unaccustomed, and uncomfortable. You could say that about any generational changes…and I am sure they have over many millennium before I stepped foot on this stage. This new/old skin that I carry now…this part that I am playing of a mature adult, doesn’t suit me. I am miscast. I am still the nay-saying 18 year-old, up in my head…with drawn on wrinkles and gray highlights painted in my hair. And I tread the boards. The only difference is that I got so deeply into the role of “angry young man” , that it is difficult to play any other part. I became James Dean…for years. I am Jack Kerouac…still. You see, I am still feeding myself this alternative food that so many around me have never tasted.
Those that have not experienced the change to what is normal for them now, have no idea what life could have been like. The testimony about the times before the jewification of this world is a mere mental exercise to them. A forbidden fruit of which they will not partake. Even the menu of yesteryear has been altered. They don’t understand what was available to us half a century ago. And how we allowed this new type of food to be placed on our table. The meals they are given now are all they know…and they eat them.
I have no illusions about how this world was operating when I was a child. I fully understand that it contained the seeds of what we see flowering now. The corruption. The wars. The inhumanity. Zionism.
I once said to a friend that “this sure isn’t the country that I was born into” . His reply was that “and it is a far cry from the country that you THOUGHT you were born into”. Well, of course he was right. We tend to glorify the past. The good old days. I try never to fall prey to that simplistic view of life…but sometimes it happens.
So back to the title of this piece. Yes. I hate everything this country now stands for. War, hegemony, consumerism, celebrity worship, fear and hatred. Everything that the hebrew fingers of this nation touches, turns to shit. From my vantage point of having once partaken of some tasty meals, I can see that all of this is now kosher food. This fair is being served up with sides of altered history and hatred. This fantasy that is jewish is the only meal the young are allowed to consume. They have nothing to compare it to…
That must be mind-numbing.
So I pity the youth. If they are not aware that there is or ever was anything other than bespectacled curly-haired, huge nosed pundits to tell them what to believe, how can we blame them for following along? We dismissed the Abbie Hoffmans and Jerry Rubins as jewish agent-provocateurs, back in the day. But if they are ALL cut of this cloth now, how could the young tell the difference.
I hate what this country has become…I long for the “good old days” when we KNEW better. I guess you could say that I am living in the past. It’s a shame more of us can’t. That past where we were at a crossroads, and took the wrong one. We got busy with our own lives. Just as they knew we would. Now there is nothing left with which to contrast this country.