By David Glenn Cox
Sure, it sounds like ten pounds of stupid in a five-pound sack. But when Wisconsin Senator Ron Johnson says, “Not society’s responsibility to take care of other people’s children” it sounds like just another lunatic Republican raving. He is merely speaking in code. The cult leader declares the lord has told him to take just as many wives as he likes, and he likes yours. The convenient religion that never lets you down. It always says, just what I’m thinking.
If your religion is worshipping the golden calf, you bend and you moo. If your religion is drugs, you do them and say “far out man” a lot. If your religion is yourself and your own personal wealth, have we got a religion for you! Now it’s a religion better suited to a King, Emperor or potentate. Someone with their own space program or their own car company. One of the most wonderful features of this belief system is that there are no services or religious holidays to observe. No dietary restrictions or painful body modifications.
The best part is that the Messiah is you! In the old version, God handed the scepter of Kingship to me and unless you have a sword that says otherwise. I’m the King and I’m in charge. Cause God says so. In the newer testament, it goes something like this. “Since God has seen fit to give me wealth beyond a horizon’s dream. I see my own right to go my own way. After all, governments are only an artificial construct. We are all just individuals, solitary beings floating through the universe. Untouchable sovereign citizens of Earth. What do I need with you guys?
The United States or Great Britain are just legal paperwork, drawn up by lawyers in a back room somewheres, to amuse the bumpkins and annoy the preachers. Show me where it is real. Your family is not real. Just a chain of simians reproducing through the eons. Countries aren’t real, and therefore; I owe no taxes to any man or agency.
So, when you hear the Republicans moan about taxes are stealing, this is where it comes from. They want, the roads and the bridges and the hospital and the runway for their private jet. But collecting taxes to pay for such, is an intrusion into their religious code. So, no Virginia, it’s not their responsibility to take care of other people’s children.
It’s the damnedest thing; you got billions in the bank. Hell, you own the bank. And along comes an evangelical, bringing you the “Good News!” passing out literature at an intersection traffic light. “Are you worth billons and still paying taxes?” The Lord spoke unto him and sayeth. “Go forth and pay no more, for you now own the Earth. For the peasants hold no claim over you!”
Just pull up the drawbridge to the palace and just let them die. They aren’t your problem. That’s why Donald Twump told Americans go back to work after Easter. “Sure, thousands will die, but I want my latte. I don’t know any of those people, so fuck em.” I’m not responsible for their health or their rug rats either. I don’t care if masks or vaccinations work, that’s inconvenient and expensive! You poor dumb fucks should just stop wasting my time and money, and just pony up and die and get it over with.
Obviously, if your world view says, “Fuck em, just let em die!” You’re going to need some sort of documentation or book, where you can write down all the reasons why it’s really okay to be an asshole. Now, if you voluntarily offer to endow schools at a university. You will find black robed disciples in mortar boards whispering, “By what right do they take from a king?” thick as trout fisherman on a summer sunny Saturday. Doesn’t having everything, give you some sort of special inalienable rights over those having nothing?
This is what Libertarians believe, but like the Masons there are different levels. Joe Six pack says, “We need less govment!” but to Joe Space program it’s “Tell my Congressman, I said no! I don’t give a shit about their bratty little kids going hungry. “They’re not my children!”
How dare you Lilliputians attempt to put your puny strings on Lord Elon! “I have decided that I have paid enough in taxes, so fuck off. I’m not responsible for you peasants who reside in my world, nor the cats nor the rats neither. For Jesus said, “The poor shall always be with you” so why bother?”
A convenient religion that always says, “You’re good!” They’re just jealous of your 300-foot-long yacht with a helicopter. They just want to own a Greek Isle like you got! They want dueling luxury jets like yours! They want breakfast in Barcelona and dinner in Paris, just like you. That’s why they disparage our religion and try to make us feel bad, like we’re misers. And well, we are but it’s a religious question and like most religious questions, you’ll have to take that up with the high professors of the faith.
“I got mine jack, keep your hands off of my stack!” 21st Century Feudalism, countries don’t really exist, and people are just numberless, mindless meaningless individual cell minutia, and if they lie starving in the streets, it’s not my problem. Their children aren’t my problem, and neither are their schools or their health.
Like a Messiah overturning the tables of time. Reversing patterns of human behavior going back to the Stone Age. Justifying patterns of behavior from when humans swung from trees. “These are my bananas, and you can’t have any! They’re all mine! You hear, all mine!
I’m a free citizen of the world owing allegiance only to myself. But there is a flaw in their belief system, a fly on the pie. They claim property as the only right which is legitimate. (and while we are on the subject, the Constitution is just a god damned piece of paper.) They don’t believe in it either. But if your property which you claim to be yours legally, is titled to you by an organization you claim has no legal authority and is imaginary. That’s what is called a defective title.
Capitalism is an illness, the more you have the sicker you become. Building palaces and castles, to use your wealth to escape from your humanity. But humanity is real and inescapable, it is your wealth which is illusionary. Mortar boards and published, peer reviewed papers attempting to justify, why the monkey won’t let go of the bananas.
“And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
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So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.”
-Edwin Arlington Robinson
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