Don't look behind the curtain.
We are in deep fecal matter and the smell is getting worse. Perhaps you've noticed the oddity of a mysterious thousand-point drop in the stock market, followed by a rapid response to reassure everyone that everything is fine, just don't look behind the curtain. Perhaps you've noticed the economic bankrupting of Iceland and Greece. But in the magic world of finance, suddenly new funding appeared out of thin air and we are all being reassured that everything is fine, just don't look behind the curtain.
If we did look behind the curtain we'd see hideous monsters: bloodsucking, heartless, soulless creatures consuming flesh and bone. These monsters take on the appearance of human beings, indeed sometimes as beings of light, full of grace and ever present niceness and smiles. These monsters are the filthy rich, those who sit at the top of the food chain making more money in a day than most of us ever see in a lifetime. These are the folk who could care less about the struggles of the working class, the lack of health care, the failing schools, the oil gusher that is killing the Gulf, the increase in homelessness or the papers-please Nazification of contemporary American culture. These monsters are not our friends. They are not good people.
The truth is that we give them their power through our own lust to be just like them. We really do think that money and its toys create happiness and bliss. If given the opportunity, we'd sell our soul (worthless as it is) to whichever highest bidder would offer us the bucks. But most of us never have that opportunity, so we transfer trust and adoration to them that do. And they always betray us. They always use their wealth for their own interests, tossing crumbs so that we don't organize and burn their homes down, butcher their babies and blow up their toys. Instead we transfer our rage into negative addictions and right-wing political fantasies. The wealthy laugh at us and go on with their party.
We give them their power through our idolatry of the military. Although we could care less for the actual chumps that fight the eternal wars, we orgasm over the abstraction of support our troops, we applaud the technological cowardice of drone warfare, we ooh over stealth bombers, and we consciously refuse to take notice that America is the primary source of violence in the world today. We willingly submit to the coming budget cuts of our social security even as the military budget will streak upward. We willingly submit to the pillaging of unregulated business even as we march in lockstep to the erosion of our Constitutional rights.
My point is simple: America no longer exists. It's only a fa