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Monday, February 25, 2008

It is apt

All We Have Left Is Scenery

Yesterday, I cross country skied out my road through maples and pines then farther. The northern sun was muted gold against a translucent blue sky and I saw no one. In over an hour only three cars along the distant roads and not one human-being. All I meet were deer and turkeys and a hound, as I skied through miles of forests, orchards, and farmer’s fields, following snowmobile tracks leading from one natural gas well to the next, each barren, alone and silent, only one small sign.. Well A, Well B, Well C. The snow glittered...sparkled in the light...my backdrop, the frozen Torch lake and then miles of lake Michigan beyond. This journey cost me nothing but a lack of economic opportunity.

I worry for those in cities with their opportunity now going-gone or dwindling. Those who will soon have no jobs, or those who have been forced into three jobs to provide the income which use to come from one... Those who have been so easily fragmented by Carl Rove and his sort. Those who have no beauty and only Oprah to compensate them.

The Republicans, the Bushes of our nation have made Americans so afraid, and the Skinner box of their lives is making them crazy. It is much as Herman Goring said (to paraphrase) at Nuremberg before he committed suicide. “It is easy to get a nation to go to war, just tell the people they are under attack”.

I think of the wealthy enclaves, like the ruined Aspen, with its mountains still intact, but with most of its beautiful people gone, replaced by an immense airport and lines and lines of jets. And of places like the Yellowstone Club in Montana with its private golf course, its private ski lifts, and its private acres, its well trained guards, and hidden cameras. Bill Gates has a house there, he and others like him, and they will not even let the average citizen enter to drive about their miles of roads...roads carved out of national forest... The people’s forest, old logging roads, which now are private.

I wonder what happened to America over the last forty years. I cannot find the date when it became so bad that the elites felt so entitled that after fleecing the nation blind they also felt the need to steal the scenery. We have returned or are returning to the Gilded Age, and this is not good, not good at all. When Rockefeller was worth a billion and a daily wage was but a dollar. The people hated Rockefeller then, will we soon begin to hate the same men of today? It is possible but today we have Television.

Buck up, America, Buck up and take your country back, take it back from those who try to divide you and fragment you with abortion, and gays, and guns and terror. Buck up, don’t fall for it, or they may get their wish. And then you will be like those I saw sitting about Old Faithful last summer, waiting in a parking lot to see a spectacle that was no spectacle at all. A sickly geyser suffering for Viagra, when just miles away exists the Yellowstone club, with its land much more rugged and beautiful....land that you will never know of. Land that once belonged to you!!

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Thursday, April 3, 2008

The Eyes Have It

I have been watching, looking at all the young eyes, blue, brown, hazel, green, a kaleidoscope of eyes. You see them in the youthful faces at the Obama rallies. And if Obama becomes president it is the students with these shinning eyes and the brains behind them who may signal, finally, a shift in the direction and purpose of our nation.

Since the sixties I have been troubled. Every ten years or so they name a new generation, the X generation, the Y generation, and each one of them has seemed shallow, self-absorbed and selfish. Their education pursued not so much for knowledge but for that shinning beamer, there for stuff. And stuff should never be the reason for an education. Stuff inspires no passion.

I see something different in the faces of this Obama generation. Watching Chris Mathew’s hardball college tour this evening; I see hope and a desire for change. I see faces lit up with the dreams of his poetic prose, the shine of a tear, and the expectations of a greater purpose. This is good. This is great. And so much more than simply expectations to be some member of the Bourgeoisie.

I see faces that remind me of the best of the boomers, in their finest hour. One can only hope that Obama wins and this newer generation holds on longer, not selling out to produce as its most famous politicians, the Clintons, or that dangerous stupid fraud, George W Bush.

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certainly, remember that show That was the week that was from the sixties. When I was in high school we all watched it. The Daily Show and Colbert are in the same tradition. I watch them every night, plus they have bright guests who write real books!

Like It Be Just Alright: An Island Journey-google it.

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