A dear friend posted a meme of the flag of our country, and suggested that it be shared so that our timelines could be filled with its image. With the 4th of July in a couple of days, the assumption is that we are supposed to demonstrate our allegiance and pride in our great nation.
What a crock of-No! I will not stoop to the same level as President wtf. That was the moniker given to 45 by Bill Maher, and it pretty much sums up my feelings, when it comes to being asked to express pride in what used to be my country.
It’s no longer mine, having long since been purchased by the One Percenters, or those who would mass-murder 23 million of the most vulnerable people in this great nation. Express pride in ‘Merica? I do not think so. Not today, anyway. It’s the land of the free, as long as you make enough money to be able to stay alive.
Perish the thought that you should ever age, or become incapacitated. Sucks to be you.
I learned (or relearned) the other day, that it was only in 1973, that the ban on profiting from medical care was lifted, under Tricky Dick. Oh my, how Corporate ‘Merica has run with that. Here in the land of the free, you can still rely on having to file for bankruptcy, because you or a family member had the unmitigated gall to get sick.
|Man's inhumanity to man|
Universal health care? Only if you happen to be a senator or congressperson. Wouldn’t it be unique, if our elected representatives had to exist on the same health insurance as the rest of us?
We have an illegally elected President who is a buffoon and a lout, and we have a senate which illegally and immorally supports him, eschewing its sworn duty to represent all of the people of this country. They are reprehensible cads.
And the poverty-stricken? Though they are penniless, the 23 million people doomed to suffer unimaginable horror because they are poor, are still human beings, and far more worthy of our respect and attention, than the One Percenters, content to wallow in their consummate, gluttonous trough.
As a child, reared under the specter of nuclear holocaust at the push of a button, I feared events beyond my control. But I view this current threat to my happiness far more than I feared the other.
With the first, we were all in it together; with this latter, such is not the case. The very thing that repulses me the most personally, that of placing the pursuit of money above all else, is that which permeates this culture. Frankly, it terrifies me because it emphasizes once again, how inhumane man can be to his fellow travelers.
When human beings can profit from the manufacture and distribution of the poisonous opiates which have infested our culture, while legislation continues to be in effect which bans a proven cancer-fighter, such as cannabis, then I despair.
|Excuse me while I vomit...|
When a minute percentage of the people of this country can live in a lifestyle reminiscent of Rome at its most decadent, while countless other citizens of the same free country starve to death, then I fear for the future of our country.
Why would I post a photo of the flag, of a country which treats its citizens as though they were no better than stray dogs?
Hell, in my country, even the stray dogs have homes.