Just a note to those who mock the idea that American fascism exists–and that you are what it looks like.

The American fascist would prefer not to use violence. His method is to poison the channels of public information. With a fascist the problem is never how best to present the truth to the public but how best to use the news to deceive the public into giving the fascist and his group more money or more power….

The American fascists are most easily recognized by their deliberate perversion of truth and fact. Their newspapers and propaganda carefully cultivate every fissure of disunity, every crack in the common front against fascism… They claim to be super-patriots, but they would destroy every liberty guaranteed by the Constitution. They demand free enterprise, but are the spokesmen for monopoly and vested interest. Their final objective toward which all their deceit is directed is to capture political power so that, using the power of the state and the power of the market simultaneously, they may keep the common man in eternal subjection.”

Henry A. Wallace, 1944

I no doubt, like yourself, sort of laugh at people who use words like “fascism,” and concepts like “Hitler’s Germany” to describe what is happening to America. They sound so whiny–so powerless, as if the mere comparison they make should stymie the listener into some form of moral crisis.

Those terms, and comparisons sound so weak when I have a spoon full of gravy about to drop down my gullet, or a couple of dollars to rub together in front of a homeless person, right?–lord knows how we all fear homelessness, right?

And who ever would want to be seen as weak, like a blind person, or the mentally ill?

Well, fascism itself–and Hitlers Germany, particularly despised both categories of people, with the great example that Hitler put both types in the camps.

Well, even though we are in fact a little bit more progressive, we are in fact similar- (American police and teachers are unionized, which means that Americans can sound progressive, while doing EXACTLY what Hitler did: paying one group to propagandize the minds of children, while paying the other to enforce conformity upon them, and to assault, imprison, or otherwise ‘concentrate’ their power at directing the message of the Reich).

And everybody–I mean, EVERY BODY hates Hitler comparisons, because we are so diverse, and so Jewish friendly, right? I mean, the Catholics, protestants, and the Baptists have all found nice investments in Israel, and everyone of them profits from international wars, like one big happy family.

One, big, happy, Obamafied, LIBERAL family, right–now that the evil republicans are gone, our unions are safe except, even then, they are the same thing as their predecessor, but likely worse-according to John Pilger writing in the Guardian:

In 2008, while his liberal devotees dried their eyes, Obama accepted the entire Pentagon of his predecessor, George Bush: its wars and war crimes. As the constitution is replaced by an emerging police state, those who destroyed Iraq with shock and awe, piled up the rubble in Afghanistan and reduced Libya to a Hobbesian nightmare, are ascendant across the US administration … The historian Norman Pollack calls this “liberal fascism”: “For goose-steppers substitute the seemingly more innocuous militarisation of the total culture. And for the bombastic leader, we have the reformer manqué, blithely at work, planning and executing assassination, smiling all the while.” Every Tuesday the “humanitarian” Obama personally oversees a worldwide terror network of drones that “bugsplat” people, their rescuers and mourners. In the west’s comfort zones, the first black leader of the land of slavery still feels good, as if his very existence represents a social advance, regardless of his trail of blood. This obeisance to a symbol has all but destroyed the US anti-war movement — Obama’s singular achievement.

One big, happy family who has no family snapshots on any wall anywhere that isn’t airbrushed.

But, there is always hope for the mainstream: primarily white females and their kin and kith that the press panders to daily–ARE EXACTLY the kind of fissure cultivation that Wallace spoke of in 1944!

And this, via one of the most arguably white femae oriented mainstream news outles, the Huffington Post- William Astore at the Huff Post panders EXACTLY to the fissure–the crack–that Wallace warned us about.

People who use the words fascism, must be the enemy, right? And even worse? Like every kid that got knocked down on the playground more than once? Anything THEY say–as WE all know, is kind of weak, and whiny. The whiners deserve it, right? Maybe it was something they wore that day, or something they ate at lunch that got them popped on the playground-right? It’s their fault, and besides, they sound weak.

So, blammo! My mental testosterone bomb just needs myself a victim today, lest I become that whiny kid who gets picked on by massive social forces of conformity–and that conformity, enforced by embarasment and pain!

As in “well, what are you gonna DO about it? Huh? HUh?

Well MY WORDS are what I am doing about it, aimed at a very select audience who has to read what I write for a living;-) AND make no mistake–I am anti-war, no matter how much contradictory, coercive blackmailing attempts you have sought to inject into my personal life–no mater how you have interjected yourselves into my own personal narrative, you only prove my case further.

And I hope I poison YOUR minds, as you seek the clues to why it is that I haven’t yet been intimidated into silence–despite your assaults, false imprisonments, cameras installed in my homes, decades of wiretaps, and decades long surveillance.

Because, as we know? Some fascists and some Nazi’s actually read between the lines, sometimes-and became better people for it. In this case, here, above is a link to what fascism is, and I hope you stop stepping in with your comrades every time they mock the idea that fascism exists, here, now in America.

And despite your mission to subvert me and my free will? I hope you pass that information on as vigorously as you pass along snapshots of me picking my nose, digging in my ass crack, or beating my meat in your face.

After all–maybe it isn’t gravy there, in front of you about to go down your gullet–who knows? I am or will be the fry cook at your next burger joint–the guy who serves you hot fries, and a burger, the maid who may or may not have a bedbug, just for your lugage–the person who, in so many other ways? Laughs at you as well, despite the misery you have heaped upon me.

And I can recognize your types almost blindfolded. Hell hath no fury like the wrath of a burger flipper, or even a panhandler, who knows how to spite you.




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