All right. Time for a long and sobering cleanse. Last night’s post was pretty crazy so I offer something slightly less blood-soaked knowing darned well it will probably end up just as crazy.
The government wants to cut deficits. Yeah, like that’s gonna happen but let’s pretend it will. How? Here are some of my ideas, in no particular order of importance:
+ Stop giving billions to other countries and care for ourselves.
+ Nationalize the oil wells in the Gulf of Mexico and all of the United States.
+ Legalize hemp and marijuana and prostitution.
+ Abolish the IRS.
+ Heavily fine companies that end jobs in the US to open new ones in other countries. Use the fines to fund companies expanding or trying to open businesses in the USA.
+ End the never-ending war on “terrorism” in countries that are more unstable now that we’re killing everybody in them than they were before we spent a trillion dollars to give them “democracy” they don’t want and which becomes a recruiting tool for more murderous extremists.
+ Invest in upgrading the national power grid, bridge and road systems.
+ There is no such thing as “clean coal.” Invest in renewable energy sources (solar, wind, water, etc.) and biofuel technology.
+ Disband the electoral college. Make your vote count on it’s own. That the Supreme Court determined an election is a farce which illustrates how our republic, as currently constituted, has become corrupt.
+ End corporate and bank bailouts.
+ Stop donations for politicians beyond $100 per person. No corporation can donate to a politician or a political action committee (PAC). No more $50,000 per plate dinners with politicians where influence is peddled with sly winks. No loopholes. $100 per person. That is all.
Does the woman behind bullet proof glass remember you when you step up to cash or deposit your paycheck? Even if she does, does she smile because your taxes and banking fees pay her salary, because it’s the fastest way to make you go away, or because she cares about you as a person?
The truth is that our government is bought and paid for by corporate interests who could care less if you starve or die as long as they and their shareholders make a profit. Some day people will burst when they realize their cubicles are prison cells and start beating on every Mercedes-driving douche they see dressed in three-dollar flip flops with three hundred dollar designer jeans. Unless he’s buying you a drink. Then get a few more. Find and flirt with a hot chick and he’ll buy her drinks, too. Mug him later. Then f**k her. And come inside of her. Muah ha ha ha ha!
The new dude is named Torch. This post is dedicated to him.
Boom.
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