September 14, 2012
I don’t know if it’s because I recently declared myself an honorary Californian (much like I was declared an honorary Jew in my formative years); or, because I’ve been surfing a lot and just don’t care too much about anything besides having a good wave theez daze – but I realized that I really wimped out on that last effort: “The Origins of Greed.”
I wanted to hit very hard with that attempt – because my folks were in town for my niece’s wedding, and, naturally – when the folks are around – we have politically charged discussions. So I thought I might be inspired to write a ballabusta on the topic of “greed” and dig into the true reasons why the U.S. is-up-to-its-eyeballs-in-shit!
My father hasn’t changed his viewpoints: he still views America’s problems in terms of the unions; illegal immigration; and, African Americans getting jobs they can’t do (like President Obama – who, as we know, isn’t all Black). And I still argue back as vociferously as I can – and that’s usually when I make the “greed” argument for him: I talk about Big Oil; I talk about Halliburton; I talked about War; and, I talked about Wall Street. Sadly, Fox has managed to brainwash the aging American to treat such perspectives as liberal, left-wing tripe.
Another reason I probably wimped out is because I just learned that I could go back and work in a high school earning up to $40,000.00-a-year, but had to wrestle with potential liability of having my high school students discover The Doctor’s Inn and share what their teacher was writing about, with their parents. In this American milieu of unbridled litigation – I wavered about pulling The Doc’s Inn off the Internet and going for the money (I do whore whenever I am able) – but then a colleague of mine told me that the English classes in the Los Angeles Unified are pushing 50 students per class! I realized that with my 83 college students this semester – I would again be hating life – and not last long enough to service any Johns…
I want to love life! I don’t want to do slippered, pantalooned middle age. I still need some vampire fangs to put-the-bite-on-shit-I-don’t-like (and lest my Readers forget – my dislike is a very educated and well-read dislike!).
Recently, Bill Maher has given me renewed motivation to call a spade a spade – cuz he’s a hard hitter! Bill actually impresses me more than Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert do theez daze – and Tami A. tells me that there are others who hit even harder and get more deeply to-the-core of what’s rotten in Denmark, er, in the U.S.
The Arab Spring hadn’t started when I began writing this article. Christopher Stevens had not yet lost his life (this is not meant to diminish the lives of the other Americans killed); and, American embassies had not yet come under siege. But like I said following the Dodger trade and us becoming the Yankees West: these players won’t gel as a team. Finally, the sports pundits (four-weeks-later) are saying the same thing. I’m still-ahead-of-the-curve! Years back Malcom X talked about “the chickens coming home to roost” with regards to JFK’s assassination.
So ending my last article with Mitt Romney’s Mormoned greed was too damned easy. I needed to get into the guts of corporate America, with good capon lined, and roast the grease out! I don’t know it if I’ve managed that here – but I’d like these fat, corporate bastards (chickens all) to bring our boys and girls home and use their blood money to finance a strong military here — without the loss of any more American blood.