can america be salvaged?
I do not know —
The answer to that question. It looks less and less probable as I watch the new president, allegedly the answer to all our woes, skip opportunities, allow his Green Man and to hear it told the voice of America’s youth to be drummed out of Washington, distance himself from the progressive economic advisers who strategized his election win, sell out to Big Pharma, extend the Patriot Act, celebrate a big signature on closing Guantanamo Bay and then fail in any way to follow through leaving it up instead to the Senate to block closure of what is essentially an American concentration camp while Pentagon lawyers hedge on the date for closure, humor
Wellness Insurance’sMax Buacus’s $856 billion dollar “let’s force thirty million people to buy new insurance policies and fine the fuck out of them if they don’t” bill while totally ignoring smarter, better ways like the HR 676 single payer plan [which would by the way save $350 billion dollars a year and flat out pay for itself] — the more I see, the more I think Obama is just another corporation whore who really likes being on TV [Hello, Mr. President, contrary to your advisor’s counsel, you are not Angelina Jolie and I really WOULD like to see you in the office MORE and on TV LESS] and it is maybe time for one slightly used American screenwriter to start looking for means of employment in France.
But this is a very good essay you should read it.
Excepted from Can America be Salvaged by David Michael Green
… The moment correlates precisely with the peaking of the empire several decades ago, now further exacerbated as the deep wells of remedial pillaging — our credit cards, our mortgages, our children, a rising Chinese middle class, brown people everywhere, the environment — have disappeared entirely, with nothing but despair and moral dessication left in their place. Moreover, the folks most aggrieved and most estranged from their senses of late are precisely the people who were bought off of their sanity at every turn with the latest form of bigotry du jour, used to assuage their ever-diminishing sense of relative social status. Over and over again, the people I see on my television screen acting absolutely and incoherently stupid in their senseless rage seem to be little more than fat, white, Southern, sixty-something racist good ol’ boys.
Well past their sell-by dates, they’ve of course gotten tremendous help cranking it up again. That’s no surprise. I’m not sure these crackers are smart enough to even be stupid without coaching. As Lyndon Johnson used to say: “Couldn’t pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were written on the heel”. Lucky for them, those marching orders come from a host of politicians and media whores who, in an even moderately just world, would receive a wee taste of Abu Ghraib in repayment for the reckless destructiveness they’ve fomented upon the always precarious edifice of liberal democracy. There’s special place in Hell reserved for these shouters of “Fire!” in crowded theaters, these bloodsucking bottom-feeders, especially since they are being paid so handsomely for their faithful service as prolocutors for predators —