He's no good to me dead...

I did not enlist in The Navy for shits and giggles. I did it because I love America, despite it's flaws, and all that was sacrificed to make it [at one point] the greatest country on Earth. The soldiers and sailors who paid the ultimate price to ensure that we would live out our days in freedom, would certainly not be pleased with how the Government has railroaded us into some Science Fiction based nightmare of Fascism disguised as the Federal Reserve. Seriously? Bankers? That is who is running the show, Senior citizens [use that term very lightly] so corrupt and greedy that Ebeneezer Scrooge himself would be put to shame [before unnecessary epiphany]. And yet, all the robots/drones/automatons [sheep] gladly say yes sir and no sir, and here is the money I have no choice but to line your pockets with, because failure to comply results in incarceration [unless you are rich, and then you are more than likely part of the problem] or worse. Old men who are so self absorbed, that the mathematics of the the whole process are lost on their abhorrent minds. They really believe that they can continue to screw [use a harsher verb if so desired] the working class, which is who they are their to serve. They look the public in the eye and hand them a giant shit sandwhich, but refuse to take a bite, the whole while telling us is the new shit, the kind that doesn't smell foul, and does not contain E-coli. And bodies drop. One by one, groups, sometimes entire communities. But that's okay, according to the politicians and bureaucrats. Of course it's okay, for those stupid bastards [how stupid are they, they have all the money...sigh], because they have the power/money to force their will and /or agenda upon us [working class Americans]. Then the senile old people re-elect the same piles of rodent excrement, and the entire teacup ride at Disney starts all over again, except you never had a chance to get off the first time. So you get dizzy and nauseous, and decent hard working well trained/educated Americans stop being such. The father of a child no longer sees going to work everyday so some incompetent and inherently evil men and women can take a vast majority of their hard earned money [which is evil too, but sadly necessary] and spend it on what ever their black hearts desire. So why would dad want to play by the "rules"? It seems if he told the Government to violently anal rape itself, and turn to contract killing or professional drug smuggling, he would actually have the life he was guaranteed by the Constitution. But thank a random deity that the Phat Catz in D.C., no one except for them will ever reap the beauty that was once the United States of America [now known as the United Banks of Exploited Americans, or the enemy to 94% of the world]. 200+ years after Tomfoolery with the British, a few skirmishes here and there, a couple of World Wars, and Vietnam, and this is what America has to show for it? The entire world despises us [almost], Greedy old families [bankers] run our country, and no one wants to admit That FDR [douche bag President] was in fact a Nazi, or something just as sinister. Their was a point in my life where I would have bled on a blue and white flag, to keep the other stripes red [thank you Lawrence Fishburne]. Now I believe I should cut out the hearts of all the aforementioned A-holes, and spill their precious blood [money] on the flag to keep this ship on an even keel. Too many good people have gone well beyond the call of duty, and have nothing to show for it [soldiers returning from combat, to name one]. What happened to accountability? It was sucked into a black hole named the Federal Government, never to be seen again, until revolution [which needs to happen]. That was until the parking lot experience with Lars. After much dialouge we came to the decision that something at least needs to be said/published/blogged about the shenanigans that are the current state of this once mighty country. Words may be cheap, but if they can get people to pull their heads from out their asses, then that is far more precious than a dead tree with pictures, numbers, and signs sprayed all over it. Oh wait, thats right, i forgot. There is a bank in the afterlife where all your almighty currency is stored, so you can spend it for all enternity on any manner of indulgence you see fit. Makes about as much sense as "our" Government. No, it doesn't. I can't back that up...But I can go out of my way to articulate just how redundant and counterproductive the problems are. I got very little to do with my spare time at this point, so, let the games begin. To be continued [many times over]...