The Masses are the Asses

Posted: 14th June 2015 by wgreenblog in What Happened., What's Ahead
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If a tree falls in the middle of the woods unknown to anyone, does it make a sound? A better question might end with “does it make a difference?” Many years ago, I met John Wayne Gacy. I was introduced to him on one of my jobsites. He was the carpentry superintendent. We  shook hands. I looked into his eyes. I saw nothing amiss. He smiled at me — a few pleasantries — and that was that. Some time earlier, President Carter’s wife Rosalynn also shook hands with him, exchanged pleasantries, and went on. Three weeks after Gacy and I met, news reports blasted that he was “The Killer Clown” and the murderer of at least 33 young men. He led a compartmentalized life. While he failed in marriage, he was a successful businessman, political and charitable worker. “Pogo the Clown” was not funny. But he was a good example of a person who was not what he appeared to be. His friends, co-workers, and acquaintances only knew what they were allowed to know. Gacy was an iceberg with almost all of his real being underwater.

The Gacy story is a good analogy for society in general. The masses —  us — the 99.99%, include  plenty of smart, powerful, rich, and even sensitive people as well as everyone else. But we are almost totally unaware of the lives and reality of the richest, most powerful people on the planet. We , “the great unwashed”, are like the servants in the Downton Abbey television series. We are close enough to the royalty to grab a glimpse of the true nature of Earl and Countess and their family, but their world is not really our concern, except as we are to provide “service”. Rumors may fly about other nearby dukes, earls and such, but it’s all rumor — conversation only — not our true concern — our task is to serve. So if the Earl has a fling with the help, or the King parties with commoners, it’s not our concern. And for certain, if the leaders of the 1/100th of One Per Cent Club decide it’s time to fight a ridiculous, brutal war, that’s their business. Our job is to cook, clean, and fuss about the lords and ladies. Sure we can gossip and speculate, but we will never know what’s really happening because the societal system is run by that tiny, but ultra-powerful group, that is very capable of keeping secrets and exercising deception.

We are part of the 99.99 Per Cent Club. Bill Clinton, President Obama, Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter, and many other upper-echelon people are also in the 99.99 club. We take orders, we do the work, and we operate in the dark and live in a world of rumor and gossip. We are the unknown and the unknowing. And that is just the way things are. Some of us (even news media people on occasion) notice weird things that go bump in the night like George de Mohrenschild’s relationship with Jackie Kennedy. Or Barack Obama’s mysterious back-story. Or that President Reagan’s assailant, John Hinkley, was the brother of a good friend of Neil Bush (George the 1st’s  son) and they were scheduled to have dinner together on the night of the assassination attempt. These news tidbits float up to the surface like images of John Wayne Gacy dressed in a clown suit, but none of it makes sense. So we shake our heads and just ignore it. Such things are not to be understood by “the help” — not our business.

So it is with the JFK assassination, the Vietnam War, the Grenada invasion, the War in Afghanistan, the Iraq War, Jim Jones, Waco, Oklahoma City, 911, and all the other things that we just don’t quite get.

I wonder if it all makes sense to those “in the know”, the members of the 1/100th of One Per Cent Club. Oh. Sorry. Just forget I said this. I must get back to work…

W. Green Author of  SAVING JFK

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Note: posts generally related to the government of the United States and its representatives, agencies, action-arms, and black-op spin offs have been removed. I deleted them because I no longer see any point in commenting on the obvious. Instead, I suggest everyone read or reread Orwell’s book: 1984. It’s all in that book, written and explained clearly for everyone to know and accept.

Now that the USA has evolved from a constitutionally limited, representative, democratic republic to a corporatist oligarchy, there is little use in grousing about it. The deal is done. The players are in place, and the citizens of the USA have slid quietly into complacent irrelevancy.

We are all working for the Company. We are paid in Company script and spend it at the Company store. The worker-citizens are permitted to assemble, pray and complain at the Facebook Church of Forgotten Souls, Inc. And they can choose their political favorites and vote to elect these corrupt, inept, and equally irrelevant congressional shop stewards. So be it.

Therefore, I will find other topics for the posts in this blog, most likely covering a broad range of topics, but no topic shall be as painful as the ugly transmutation of America during my lifetime.

“We need not destroy the past. It is gone.” — John Cage

W. Green Author of  SAVING JFK

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To save the USA, Emma and Ethan Callan-Wright, decide that a little known historical figure, Franklin Roosevelt, should be historically resuscitated, or as they put it…”X-oomed”. The Twins, twenty-one-year-old Emma and Ethan, and their friends are citizens of the 2032 American police state. They lead a comfortable, but extremely controlled life in a sleepy East Coast college town called Mystic Heights. Other than their excursions using the Time Travelle (a time machine invented by Dr. Currant), they have never ventured outside of their local environment. Their entire source of news and information is that provided by the National Television Network and the rumor-mill of friends, relatives and acquaintances. Trained by their criminologist father, they speak softly and keep their opinions close.

At age seventeen, they time-traveled to the year 1963 to save the life of JFK. They got a taste of the spirit of the former “Free” USA. Their trip confirmed their conclusion that there was more to life than obeying the dictates of MOM, as the national government is derisively called. They want to kick the butt of history and open new possibilities for everyone living in America 2032.

Franklin Roosevelt is their ticket to freedom—get him elected and maybe the future will improve.

It’s a simple idea. If it works…if they are successful…they hope for a sea change in the political landscape of the country. They hope the fat cats can be tamed by the powerful personality of FDR. They hope the people of the 1930s will sense and seize their opportunity. They hope that Roosevelt will stand up for the other 99%. This may be naive dreaming, but such dreams are common in climates of social repression. Unlike everyone else in 2032 America, the Time Travel Twins have the ability to turn their wild dreams into reality. But their work is dangerous, difficult and most of all experimental. Manipulating time and events is an art to be discovered through the process of trial, error and success. The challenges of reviving FDR and keeping him alive through 1932, 1933 and 1934 will tax the skills and strengths of Ethan, Emma, their friend Zak and the outrageous and mysterious Dr. Currant.

W. Green Author of X-ooming FDR 1932

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Ooooooooo….

What a joy it was to watch John Candy and Joe Flaherty as farm boys Billy Sol Hurok and Big Jim McBob when they took care Australian singer Helen Reddy each week on the old Second City TV series. They would let her sing a few bars of “I Am Woman” and then playfully get rid of her with a well-located demolition charge. Afterward, they would joyfully exclaim, “She blowed up real good!”…and she did.

A few minutes into the film, after watching Emma Thompson in her role as P.L. Travers, the Australian writer of Mary Poppins books,  I prayed for the SCTV duo to rise from the dead and blow her up…real good. But alas she steadfastly and annoyingly continued for the entire SAVING MR. BANKS movie, and sadly no one could save this cinematic tribute to her nastiness and Walt Disney’s wonderfulness.

SAVING MR. BANKS was produced by the Disney studio and may be intended as a vehicle to rework their leader’s biography replacing the real Walt with a person who had all the qualities of a saint…incredible patience, compassion, dedication and love for both the Mary Poppins character and its creator.

Well, he would have had to have been a saint to react to the Emma Thompson character as soothingly as Tom Hanks’ Walt does throughout the film. She is so nasty the Walt Disney character instantly appears incredibly kind and lovable…like a Bambi or Thumper. As usual Tom Hanks, this time wearing a mustache, plays himself convincingly, but even so, we are well aware he represents Uncle Walt…Saint Walt…the deliverer of Mickey Mouse and redeemer of the Mary Poppins movie.

Mrs. Travers is a giant pain. Walt is a cartoon fabrication. And the movie stinks. O, Billy Sol and Big Jim please rise up and save us all from this schmaltzy, half-baked, manipulative, contorted view of Disney’s world and that of P.L. Travers, a woman who apparently was universally disliked with good reason. Blow ’em up real good, boys!

 W. Green Author of SAVING JFK