by Andrew Benjamin
(Editor’s note: Written just prior to the 2012 elections. Painfully poignant today, and every day of Barack Obama’s second term.)
IMAGINE that the captain of the jumbo jet about to take off with you sitting in a window seat, announced that he never piloted a jumbo jet before, just a single engine Cessna. How comfortable would you feel as the plane reached 160 mph takeoff speed? Keep this thought in mind as we progress to higher altitudes. Maybe to the stars?
You see, after takeoff, even if we don’t want to think of the consequences of our decision right then and there, we have the landing to contend with. Eventually. Eventually means after November 6th or soon thereafter.
When I was much younger, I mean much, much younger, not that I’m old, I was much smarter then than I am today. Also, I had more life experience then than I have now from which I could make decisions. When I was younger, as in contrast to much younger, I was no longer as smart. Now, being somewhat older, I am not nearly as smart as I was when I was younger, and even less smart than when I was much younger. So, being a progressive at heart, I became progressively dumber as I aged; and become progressively smarter as I regress (in my memory) to the intellectual greatness of my misspent youth.
This is a serious matter, so don’t make fun of me yet please.
When I was 20 at the peak of my super smarts the world was at my feet. I understood everything there was to know. I read Ayn Rand and Karl Marx, “Profiles in Courage” and 1894. Before 1984. Yes, imagine, 1894 came before 1984.
Anyway, what difference does it make?
For example, I could understand Captain Kirk and first Officer Spock’s messages even during the Beam Me Up process during which my physical being disintegrated and the molecules later got reconstituted wherever with less brain cells. Scotty and I could never understand each other, even when I got re-integrated, but then no one else could understand Scotty either.
For example, I could understand what investment guru John Mauldin (see below) spoke about while discussing Black Holes and other matters of import to Captain Kirk. The mass of 416 million suns that constituted a black hole. Back then I could compute it all in my head and visualize all 416 million. By the time I was 30 I had trouble computing the mass and collapse of 4.16 suns, never mind 416 million, and by 40 all I could imagine, if there were 416 million suns somewhere, sometime, because someone said so; a black hole existed somewhere, sometime, because someone said so; and I have no idea why, what for, or what it all meant, or for that matter, what’s the point?
The way I see it, the difference between 416 million and 416 are merely a few zeroes more or less – somewhere, sometime, except when they happen to be something else and the numbers don’t add up.
I hope you understood what I had just said, after all, I just came back from a conversation with Scotty after having been disintegrated.
And that is how I see the political scene. It too has disintegrated and become a Black Hole.
I understand that a former community organizer whose life experience (and former job experience) constituted of showing his clients how to ‘game the system’ by pointing the way to the nearest welfare office or soup kitchen, and who is eminently suitable to be the president by virtue of having had no legislative, military, administrative or management experience at all, because from day one in the Illinois legislature from which he was absent mostly every day, and on the days he was not absent he could not be found, he ran for president primarily based on a ghost-written autobiography of a young man who had achieved nothing for which he’ll get a Nobel Prize, eventually, but once becoming President will achieve everything in his imagination. He was young, like I was young, and we both knew everything back when we were young.
Now I know nuttin’ and the president knows even less but simply won’t admit it. The president knows something none of us knew until the CIA admitted that we all knew the facts 12 hours after they happened: The violence in Benghazi was because of an obscure You Tube video from California.
Never mind that it is a lie, not a fact.
I was much younger four years ago in 2008 too, when I voted and I believed! Like you Dear Reader.
I must have been 2 years old. Because, only a 2 year old could have been fooled like that to believe like that and then go back to sleep.
Like you, I believed anything and everything.
The People were convinced about everything and voted for anything, and that is the Audacity of an Imaginary Character fabricated by whomever from nowhere. One can’t but remember the Beatles “Nowhere Man,” but I digress.
From the moment Barry won his Illinois senate seat by digging up dirt from his opponent’s sealed records while sealing his own, he inhabited The Empty Chair from which he was absent almost every day as he immediately ran for president based on slogans: No Oil for War, Peace Yesterday Without Drones, Bush Fried, Change the Hope, and the Audacity of Fairy Tales.
The entire chronicle, philosophy, psychology and narrative of Barry’s Party are made up of slogans.
Make up a slogan and you have a philosophy. Make up another and you get “principles.” And another and you have a morality. Faith. For example, the morality of Sandra Fluke’s Condom Factory and her sex life I have to pay for without enjoying the carnal benefits. Sandra, I have some bad news: You’re not my type.
Don’t know about his Father’s Dreams having had anything to do with any of it, but as this entire scenario unfolded, I had progressively lost more brain cells day to day, from the night before when I fell asleep to the next morning awakening noticeably foggier, and the world had become even more incomprehensible than the Day Before Yesterday. Every news show had the same moderator, the same face, the same storyline.
Scotty’s story that is incomprehensible except to the Faithful Who’ll Believe Anything. And the same Hope. And the slogans for the plans for the future. More Slogans. War on Women. Women in Binders, Romney’s horses, Big Bird. The works.
That, is the collective intelligence of the Democrats that could fit into a thimble.
During this period I believe the world reversed its rotation from its former direction.
It was almost unnoticeable. Look.
Nothing you say will change my mind.
I feel it. Don’t you?
I hear the economy is on a sound footing. Obama and his pal Nobel Laureate Paul Krugman says so. As long as Obama creates more debt, we’ll be fine, says Paul, who added, “We can SPEND ourselves into PROSPERITY” if we kept spending, especially if we spent in bulk, trillions, not just tens of billions.
I’m going to try that tactic with my credit card later today, after all, Paul’s a Nobel Laureate, isn’t he? Obama keeps “stimulating” the economy enough to keep it going until after November 6th, and who am I to say anything being so stimulated myself? After all, $6 trillion of taxpayer’s money spent to buy an election for himself is not too unreasonable, is it?
Obama kept the economy as stimulated almost as much as Monica kept Bill’s package stimulated.
I feel soooooo stimulated about all this. Don’t you?
Tell me, is there a problem with debt? Japan has debt, Spain has debt, Greece has debt, so what’s your problem with debt as long as you get what’s due you? Meaning, whatever you feel entitled to. A free cell phone? A free college education? Free Stuff. After all, government pays for it, We, the People, don’t have to. Government gets the money from China at low interest it won’t need to pay back. I’m sooooo stimulated now.
Besides, Japan, Greece and Spain are in such good shape, why should we not emulate them and do as Paul Krugman says? Look, there’s no shame in going broke, is there? Join the 99%.
Krugman won his Nobel for exactly the same reason Obama won his, Yasser Arafat his, and Joseph Stalin and Adolph Hitler were nominated for theirs. Progress.
Progressives get Nobel nominations and even more often, awards.
Take the Academy Awards. Take Al Gore and Michael Moore.
Please, take them.
Nobel winners. Nobel winners with broken economies. Nobel winners who created millions of poverty-riddled Americans. Nobel winners with no money left to care for seniors. Nobel nominees with millions of corpses scattered around Europe. One can become a progressive and he will get a Nobel for sure. If not now, than in the future, with the HOPE that these corpses of our visionary zeal wrapped up in sloganeering will wash up on our neighbor’s beaches and not ours, with rows and rows of windmills in sight out there on the horizon killing fish and bird alike. Oh, progress!
For Christ’s sake Scotty,
BEAM ME THE F**K UP SCOTTY!
We need much higher altitudes friends. Much, much higher.
And a pilot with a pilot’s license.
A pilot not overstimulated and cross-eyed with HOPE as he attempts to land the jumbo jet called America.
Now that I have become dumber after decades of brain cell loss, I will do the illogical.
I am voting for the other guy.
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The following is by economist and investment guru John Mauldin. All about BLACK HOLES.
I urge that you read every short chapter/paragraph because otherwise you won’t even know what hit you. It matters not what your political convictions are. You know mine. You should understand the reasoning behind mine. You will see, as you read the next, that my political opponents are entirely – I mean, entirely – clueless.
I ask questions and until these questions are answered I don’t rest. Have you examined your convictions just as rigorously?
By John Mauldin
Thoughts from the Frontline
October 15, 2012
“Concern about politics and the processes of international co-operation is warranted but the best one can hope for from politics in any country is that it will drive rational responses to serious problems. If there is no consensus on the causes or solutions to serious problems, it is unreasonable to ask a political system to implement forceful actions in a sustained way. Unfortunately, this… read article
MY LIFE AS A YOUNG GENIUS was originally published at AllVoices and Western Free Press. http://www.westernfreepress.com/2014/07/02/my-life-as-a-young-genius/