This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

Someday, for as long as some days may remain. The world’s pantheon of immortal despicable criminals will read. Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Trump. Has Mr. Garcia returned home yet? What about the two American children deported with their non-citizen parents? No, the Administration has told the Supreme Court to Fuck off and the court has answered dutifully “Yes, sir. Fucking off as you requested sir.” Former Justice David Souter has passed away. The entire court has passed away, but their deaths won’t be recorded until someday.

Unprecedented angry town halls filled with thousands of angry Americans. Didn’t change one single Republican Congressman’s mind. Full speed ahead! Let the devil take them all. WE DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR PISSY LITTLE FEELINGS! Locked in and focused on a dream of restoring the good ole gilded days in brutal Fascist ways. The Congress has become an unnecessary and pointless appendix. Tits on a boar hog.

The Dictator rules by executive thunderbolts. Congress becomes the help, making beds and cleaning bedpans. Talk of eliminating Habaus Corpus and there is no outrage. Okay, if that’s what you want to do. Congress is only a monkey house throwing turds at each other and howling at the moon.

Wall Street lives in an oblivion and is unable to grok more than 24 hrs. ahead of time. Good news! Only 30% tariffs, ain’t it great? American purchasing power is reduced by 30% with taxes which were never legislated but imposed by fiat. Gee, ain’t that great? Only 30% more than Americans paid four months ago. That’s great news and the markets soar on almost certain disaster.

The Dictator accepts a 400-million-dollar bribe from Qatar. Ain’t it great? I had incorrectly reported it was Oman and I felt bad about the error. But then, I realized it didn’t matter where the bribe came from. From Pope Leo or Pablo Escobar, makes no difference. An obscene display of public corruption. And it’s like a slow-motion nightmare where we can’t wake up or escape. Mass deportations, concentration camps as the heel of the Dictator state, silences free speech and free opinion. And the markets soar!

Believing the destruction of a free America won’t come back to bite them all on the ass. First the lighting flashes and then the thunder roars. Congress, in supplication, contemplates the Dictator’s budget plans. And all are quiet filled only with mumbling euphemisms. None dare speak the truth. Not the Congress or the media. The cuts the REPUBLICANS have planned to Medicaid are nothing less than a genocide. Doctors will watch their patients die from lack of treatment by the millions.

No different than dropping Zyklon B pellets into an unsuspecting shower room. Not all death camps have barbed wire around them. Cutting 88 billion dollars from the annual budget is a Holocaust in the making. It is a complete rejection of the ideas and concepts which all decent humanity expects. The intentional deaths of the disabled, the sick and the infirm. Their plan will KILL hundreds of thousands of Americans needlessly every year. Even the Nazis, Stalin and Mao had sick twisted philosophies to justify their murders. This Dictator is different; he has no philosophy. He doesn’t need to explain his reasons why to the empty-headed buffoons.

But you can feel it in your bones. The Dictator juggles hand grenades with his eyes closed. Watch this everybody! Look, with my eyes closed! Something is going to happen, some serendipity or cow kicking over a lantern. And it will all cave in like a house of cards. And all the systems of justice mortified and moribund will be unable to react or stop the fall. Maybe the intelligencia will discover they are naked before the law. Robbed and raped and left for dead on the side of the road as the Dictator looks away and smiles wryly.

The premeditated rain will fall on Medicaid and non-Medicaid alike. Shuttered hospitals and clinics won’t care who your insurance carrier is. It means doctors for Trump will stand in line for soup just like everyone else, only their portion is crow. The Dictator’s plan is based on pure greed. No intellectual righteousness, just we can, so we will. And if it is the end of the world. It’s only the end of the world for you, but not for them.

What chance of fair elections if the Dictator can accept unlimited gifts from overseas? Will the Dictator’s chosen assassins administer free and fair elections? Why would they ever be so foolish as to allow free elections? The REPUBLICANS plan to kill several million Americans. Would they risk that on a vote of the people? If the elections appear jaded, what will you do? Take them to court? Lodge a righteous protest?

Remember, you no longer have any rights or protections. A knock at the door at any time could remove you from society and drop you into oblivion forever. Is Mr. Garcia home yet? A media sufficiently cowed and yellowed. Tell the truth and give up my yacht and my summer home in the Hamptons or just play the game? Deportation flights now fall beyond the radar’s eyes. Everything they tell you are lies. Everything! Do you think they will fix the situation in Newark? Or will they just tell you they fixed it. Who will counter their lies? Fox Not News?  Turn on, tune in and drop out!  There is more honor in being be a drunk or a drug addict in this society than an honored citizen inside the Inferno, wearing feces for a crown.

“Without screaming or weeping these people undressed, stood around in family groups, kissed each other, said farewells and waited for a sign from another S.S. man, who stood near the pit, also with a whip in his hand. During the fifteen minutes that I stood near the pit I heard no complaint or plea for mercy… An old woman with snow-white hair was holding a one-year-old child in her arms and singing to it and tickling it. The child was cooing with delight. The parents were looking on with tears in their eyes. The father was holding the hand of a boy about 10 years old and speaking to him softly; the boy was fighting his tears. The father pointed to the sky, stroked his head and seemed to explain something to him. At that moment the S.S. man at the pit shouted something to his comrade. The latter counted off about twenty persons and instructed them to go behind the earth mound… I well remember a girl, slim and with black hair, who, as she passed close to me, pointed to herself and said: “twenty-three years old.” I walked around the mound and found myself confronted by a tremendous grave. People were closely wedged together and lying on top of each other so that only their heads were visible. Nearly all had blood running over their shoulders from their heads. Some of the people were still moving. Some were lifting their arms and turning their heads to show that they were still alive. The pit was already two-thirds full. I estimated that it contained about a thousand people. I looked for the man who did the shooting. He was an S.S. man, who sat at the edge of the narrow end of the pit, his feet dangling into the pit. He had a tommy gun on his knees and was smoking a cigarette. The people, completely naked, went down some steps and clambered over the heads of the people lying there to the place to which the S.S. man directed them. They lay down in front of the dead or wounded people; some caressed those who were still alive and spoke to them in a low voice. Then I heard a series of shots. I looked into the pit and saw that the bodies were twitching or the heads lying already motionless on top of the bodies that lay beneath them. Blood was running from their necks. The next batch was approaching already. They went down into the pit, lined themselves up against the previous victims and were shot. And so it went, batch after batch. The next morning the German engineer returned to the site. I saw about thirty naked people lying near the pit. Some of them were still alive… Later the Jews still alive were ordered to throw the corpses into the pit. Then they themselves had to lie down in this to be shot in the neck… I swear before God that this is the absolute truth.47”
― William L. Shirer, The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich

Don’t think it will happen? Wanna buy a bridge in Brooklyn?