‘ Don’t You Think Its Time For A Needed Revolution ? ‘
03/30/12
To my very dear, and dearest friends, and wonderfully constant, loyal readers, even when I am as made diminished by waves of heated agony, and a listlessness of spirit, which is ever a devouring pain that makes me tired, filled with broken an nightmare ‘sleep’, I find that in my dire and despair, yet, my thoughts so often turn to you; to thank you for your kindness and support…and your forgiveness.
Somehow, within those briefest spans of time, measured by a scale marked by uncertain breathes, or draw of welcome cigarette, or of glimpsing a shadowed, and ever-changing mirror of myself, as I sip gratefully into a cup of coffee, and—for a moment—feel a warmth of comfort from the rising steam; amid a too-quiet house, my scattered and wispy thoughts turn most naturally to you, dearest friends.
In the quiet of my heart, I wonder if you are well, or, feeling better; I wonder if—while I’m awake—you are sleeping softly, your dreams as sweet; your ‘troubled’ day having reached its end.
And as I light—perhaps, another cigarette—hope that all is well, and that you and all who live with you are safe, and free from harm’s reach, having earlier had a most delicious supper so that the evening made you sleepy, with all thoughts of cares and worries far behind you.
I wish for all a safety; I wish you never know want, or to despair for lacking of having funds; I wish you and yours health, happiness, and prosperity, and for the FULL exercise of all the Rights and Privileges established for us by our Founding Fathers. For NONE of us asked to be in monstrous pain, too ill to rise. Nevertheless, we have contributed, and STILL contribute to the system; for everyone on S.S.I., or, S.S.D.I, these are fully earned benefits. That’s why they are called, ‘Entitlements’, because we are fully entitled to them.
I have allowed my coffee to get cold, and so make my uncertain way to the sink to pour it out, and make another. For I never know when that accumulated doses of medicine, will rise to meet my pain…and for too short a while, I do hurt less, but am exhausted and all –over sweat from having fought it ( though the pains will always win).
And should my mind be clear, I think about so many things.
I pause to think of yet the most recent April’s budget, and how the previous six have ended in the garbage can as unworkable. Although I get my S.S.D.I. check on the 3rd., I have exactly fourteen cents in savings, and maybe, $53.00 left in checking…and that’s with spending nothing at the grocery store, nor intending to; of asking all to whom I’ve written recent checks to please kindly hold them for me, until after ‘payday’, as the cashing of a single one would put my account into overdraft.
And, as you so well know, it would be the beginning of the accumulation(s) of $35.00 charges by my bank, when, with what I will have, still, the bills are never paid in full. Once—with another bank—I was overdrawn by $5.26. By the time other checks had come in for payment, I owed that bank $178.00 in charges and overdraft fees…for being over by $5.26 !
I quickly changed banks…but, in truth, they are all about alike.
Before I leave you for today, my dearest friends, perhaps I will close with an illustrative story; and promise to not run overlong, I hope!
The subject of these next diary entries, that of a much needed revolution on our parts concerns the now, 0.5 %, who control our money supplies; our economy; our foreign policy; and the way the ordinary citizens are being openly treated as doormats; nameless, and privilege less; utterly scorned by bankers, money changers, investment houses, and the like.
They OPENLY despise us as cattle, instead of Americans. When a banker in Palm Beach sends to a crowd of Wall Street Protesters, a note on a pillow, carried by his chauffeur, to air his thoughts, sarcastically at the crowd, then, clearly, something more lasting, and efficient, must be done. The banker was—of course correct; as ordinary citizens, we have allowed ourselves to be herded like the cattle we are considered to be.
All the peaceful, non-threatening protests, will, regrettably not change a thing.
And, while I am not usually a proponent of violence of any kind, we will continue to be controlled by those who have no fear of us…only disgust.
Why, because:
1) We are—to a large degree—ununited by our own complacency. Let’s face it, life is hard, and getting harder. Those who can work are deathly afraid of rocking the boat lest they lose their positions.
2) We have—as we can afford it—become too easily sated by bright, sparkly things, which we willingly allow to divert our attention from serious issues.
3) We understandably are overwhelmed by too many things that distract us: the noise; the cars; the crowds; the plasma television set, with its nine hundred channels, or ‘smart’ phones, on which we can play silly games (how few people ONLY use their cell phones to make and receive calls?
4) And, at the end of day, how tired are we to do anything but flop in from of the screen, eating our hastily-prepared suppers, until time to go to bed.
5) With few exceptions ( of recent, notable for their acid regard), the ones who truly control the Country ( and Countries abroad) are faceless, hiding in the brick-and-mortal comfort of a life none of us will know; but like rats, there’s a safety in hiding and anonymity.
Although I no longer watch television, I do get my news from online sources (not, ‘angry birds’).
And while it hurts my heart to distress you, especially when life is hard enough, it would seem a necessary part of the human condition that fear gives way to worry; but, that is what motivates anger. And anger and desire leads to demand for change. Sometimes, even demand for change is not enough; sometimes changes simply MUST be made. Without bartering. Without equivocation. Without endless delay. But with efficacy, and planning, and upholding the Rights of the average citizen, while contributing to the common weal.
Above all, please do not continue to hide in your homes (you who still have them!), why waiting for the sky to fall. You already have a largely unused power as an electorate; we’ve seen the almost endless parade of criminals and wrongdoers in office; vote them out! Then, prosecute them. They are not Gods, nor are they above the law.
And that is just a start.
Begin to go after the real power-holders, first by boycotting their commerce. Could Wal-Mart, with its foreign buying practices, and notably egregious treatment of its employees last even a few weeks without customers? Please at least think about it, perhaps even as you pause to complain about the current state of life in America.
Before I close, in posting this entry for today, my dearest friends and gentle readers, please allow me to leave you with some thoughts to consider:
1) For some time—now—in our Country, probably full in force by the mid-1980’s, there is no longer a ‘Middleclass’; certainly, within the last twenty years—or more—the ‘Middleclass’ was swept out of existence. There remains a ‘Super Upper-class’, that for some time, no longer hides its wealth, influence, or power.
2) The rest of us occupy the ‘Lower-class’, struggling to survive; those of us who work for minimum wage; those of us who must eke out an existence on insufficient Social Security Entitlements; and that nameless, growing population of the poor and homeless, sometimes turning to drugs; sometimes, crime; this element is by its growing numbers becoming unavoidable.
3) Were the police, and military on our side…think about it…does THAT in any way remind you of 1917, and the Russian Revolution?
Change occurs whenever the Present Order of things becomes intolerable. And happens whether you or I want it to; all it takes is just the one match to light the powder keg. Personally, I would have to say that things are pretty lousy-enough as they are.
Meanwhile, dearest friends, please know I wish for you better and better days; days of lessened, or of ‘no’ pain; quiet days, safe and secure; with pantries full enough to share; evenings surrounded by the ones who love you and genuinely care for you; and nights of blissful rest, free from pain, depression, or nightmare, as always kept safe and guarded by watchful angels.
I love you always,
‘Zahc’
