I’m increasingly becoming intrigued by the legal system because it’s the only means we have to effect outcomes of American life without inviting chaos in the door. The legal system is in effect our greatest, and only, advocate. If it doesn’t work for us democracy is doomed. It was instated as the definitive interface between the people and justice. Anything beyond the bounds of it is inherently chaotic and gets us nowhere but fucked. Legitimacy is the last straw holding us from the brink of the abyss and the corruption has to get removed by the judges or else we die (effectively as a society and end up in the eternal damnation of illegitimate governance).
In consideration of such a fundamental truth you have to realize this is where true power rests. Every corporation, marriage and right is ordained by our law. This is the keystone of the system and what it says goes. As long as the compliant are given justice and a fair shake and the bad don’t get away with ill-gotten gains we’re a massive fucking success. I love every fucking one of you. The truth of this is so terrible that government entities are often being sued and forced to pay for their sins by their very own judges. That’s fucking insane. Imagine that; we have a system of power that is capable of keeping itself accountable. May as well be an everlasting gobstopper.
To this effect we can prove that bigger isn’t always better. Big targets are easy targets. Umbrellas are a sponge that soak up problems and make them all yours. One more employee is one more person that can fuck you up the ass. The primary product of corporate hierarchies isn’t profit; it’s headaches. This is our saving grace. The beast doesn’t get to eat for free. It pays a price. The paperwork. The lawyers. The ass-reamings. The stress. Ohhhhh, baby. Give it to me. Monopolies are formed for one reason alone and that’s because the law is an immovable object to legal entities and it should be for as long as we maintain our legitimacy. They’ve got nowhere else to go.
In seeking the promised land—those riches of our dreams—these caged animals are forced to go at each other’s throats. The law is a lock-box and we’re all in it together. If the corp is losing altitude (which they often do) they’ve got one choice—acquire other businesses to slow the fucking fall. This is a game of keeping your head above water because people regularly drown. Oh, fuck. That’s rich. I’m glad to be poor. Imagine having to take on a whole other load of responsibility just to keep your dignity on life support. “Shit guys. I suck dick. I literally can’t survive. I have to go kill my neighbor real quick. Be back in five.” The beast is obese in the most mediocre sense.
Anti-competitive practices are for rats; people verging on subhuman. They’re these sniveling slimy beady-eyed little fucks. I dream of when business’ actually meant something. Remember what it was to have a vision? When ownership was still wedded to pride and men kept their shoes shinned? I know what ruined it; it was the sell-outs. Those people that didn’t want to stay in the game. It was the early retirements and the mental breakdowns and the compromise…compromise is deadly. Inch by inch we gave it all away to the rats—to the fucking beast. Look at us now; all we have is American automotive and I’d never buy one of those pieces of shit. Just because the consumer doesn’t know doesn’t mean you get to fuck them over. Ignorance is not your opportunity. Predators are not legal and never have been.
Businessmen are weak. That’s true considering the job they’re tasked with. Relative to their duties they’re inadequate. The corporate structure is obscene. It’s emasculating. All of them are blubbering, helpless, infantile little boys who’ve followed the procedures all their life and always gotten their reward. There is no risk. They’re perfectly inoffensive. They play so nice. How could you ever say no to a face like that? He just wants everything your family built plus all your capital gains. He always gets his way. They’re starting to realize how much of a baby they are because they’re getting laid out and powdered at congressional hearings by elected stooges. How embarrassing!
The dumber the beast gets the more it gets pricked by the legal barbs. They’ll bleed and bleed until they die. It seems wasteful but it’s our only choice. We need the brain to be done for. Some people don’t deserve credit for anything other than the ruin they’ve caused. Liability exists to limit their blood supply. Without it we’d all get eaten alive. You have to make the behemoth pay because it doesn’t take a brain to blot out the sun and genius’ don’t get raised by factory farms. Install enough razor wire and all you’ll get is wicked smart little devils. Raise them to love you right and they’ll do terrible things to the international competition. Cunning is my turn on.
Now liability is the trap but fiduciary responsibility is the bait. This is the get rich quick device of the lazy and the banal. You’re just a fat cat—a big bad sitting on his ass. You need someone else to chop heads for you because you’re a little bit squeamish and you don’t particularly like that part of town so you contract someone on your behalf to do the fun stuff for you. This is where the sociopaths slip into the system. Right here. Because what sociopaths love most of all is lying with a smile on their face as they’re paid to murder people. Little did you know that although corporations are bad for enabling them they’re also helpful for gathering them. Think about this; if you blow up corporations you disproportionately affect this country’s population of mega-assholes. Tempting.
I have to admit that the sociopaths are smart enough in that evil kind of way. The beast isn’t far off from terrorist organizations—like Al-Qaeda and Hamas—because they use nice people as body shields. Some of their underlings are great people…must they pay as well? I don’t know what to say. Americans must be adaptable. For times to improve times must change. A good employee makes a good hire. With a social safety net that’s patched all it’s holes and the backing of a moral society they’ll make it through. This is a hard battle to fight because a sociopath is just another truth of life. We’ve come to accept their presence and it’s hard to ignore their claim to the human condition. Even though we know in small pre-modern communities they were rooted out and purged we just don’t get to be that petty. How can we legally define and rehabilitate big time jerks?
Leadership Can’t Lead From the Low Ground
This comes down to a culture of fatherhood. Who is the father of this nation? Are we getting raised right? It’s really important to poke your head in the door and, if necessary, to invite yourself in. I’ve seen how the Queen of England deals with her government and that’s much more humane than the unruly American gangsters of today. The main issue is that sociopath’s can’t be imprisoned because they’re not illegal. They need good role models in their life. They have to be taught what it is to care for other people. This is the fundamental role of liberals; to teach conservatives to have just a bit of compassion. Now liberals have lost sight of the fundamental goal and gotten really uptight about specific minutia of particular classes of Americans. This is technically a little bit overboard because that’s not how fathers are supposed to father. A dad knows how to cut the bullshit and make it known.
Basically the American government needs to dole out more ball-busting and ego-crushing because those are the first barrier to entry on getting through the skull of a sociopath and once you’re through that you might actually start to connect on that deeper human level we all know and love. You have to smoosh them under the call of the common good and really make them feel the weight of who and what they are for others instead of living in this fantasy land of attaining everything they’ve ever wanted which contains that nasty habit of clearing all these human shaped roadblocks out of their way. The approval rating of the president will shoot through the fucking roof once a man comes along that’s a father of our nation rather than a slave of any such political party that’s really just another fucking beast.
Where a father figure comes from is a man worthy of respect. That means you can’t be a punk fucking bitch or a sell-out or a stooge that makes money by association and you definitely can’t be a spineless fucking ideologue. Service to the people is a calling that needs you to be adaptable to the needs which arise, in-tune to the American peoples trapped in the tides and fearful of being remembered as the man who let everyone down. You have to wield everything you can because this is not a job for dicking around. Anyone who fails to make use of the position is a traitor in the most spiritual sense because we need success. Fact is there’s only one president at a time. That’s an important fucking job. Swing your dick around. Approval ratings are the only allegiance a president has; if he has those he has anything.
That’s why the beast has captured the public’s attention so jealously and corralled them so prodigiously. The public sits at 50/50 because the beast likes that. Political deadlock is the chief calling card of the devil. When the law falls to the wayside and becomes irrelevant it’s only the good little boys who lose. There’s nothing but evidence of wrongdoing in a docile and passive populace. Human nature tends towards action and a consensus is an inevitability under the forces of economic activity. I believe that beyond the distortions of the beast the American public has to agree because we all live within the same system and see the same things. We all have eyes and a sense of wrong and right. The beast has our eyes crossed and it’s making us think we disagree.
This where we need a father because a father can’t be confused. He’s got his kids and that’s not getting turned around or put off for another day. We need men who take on that deathly kind of responsibility. It’s starting to feel like something’s fundamentally off that people aren’t really freaked the fuck out. These people have to be dumb, paid off, or blind. What I’m making is almost a call to reason and I don’t necessarily want to see a good man die but at the same time I’d prefer it over them living to see the squalor they’ve produced. There are great people out there but they don’t have anything to do with the critical process’ that are going to make the difference. The father politician must be ever vigilant because running your mouth with power has a tendency to walk you right into thin air. They go crazy time and time again. I’m looking for someone more wiley.
I’m not interested in favors. I want one true God.
What’s there to love in the presidents I’ve had?
Every one of them answered to a cult of man.
I was never a patriot until he was sworn in.
Now, just this once, I know I’m cared for.
Now, I’m held in the heart of this man.
Look how he cries. Look at what he’s given.
His life for a nation. His tears for a crowd. Madness.
The life of a stranger captured in his eye. Brother of the sighted.
Ruled by the lowliest fears of the lowliest animals.
Driven to death by idjits and cannibals.
Choked by a singular knowing.
How did we survive it?
There is a tide of human consciousness that has swept past us. America is dying in the dust. Succession has run it’s course and stripped us of our titles. It’s up to the next ones now. Once you’ve taken your victories you lose that edge and you retire. It’s a fact of human psychology. I’m not diagnosing you with a terminal illness. I’m saying you have to acknowledge what you are. America has it hard. We’ve borne a heavier weight than any nation ever before. I’m worried we’ll never let it go. That’s a real big fucking problem. Americans are dying and we don’t even care. We’ve got a couple golden geese and that’s about it. I don’t know why we aren’t trying anything. Why are we acting like we’re surviving? I know you’re so fucking proud but you’re so fucking dumb. First I’m getting you a real fucking president and then I’m getting you a real fucking retirement. America’s done.