This pretty much sums it up:

So I don't update this much, partly because I'm too busy reading (which I certainly enjoy more than writing) and partly because no one reads this. Well, there is at least one other person that I am sure has read it.

But today all I will leave you with is this, a horribly true story:



There I was, excited, black sunglasses on, black "END THE FED" shirt on proudly, ready to try to awaken people to the fact that America did not suddenly become a quasi fascist/socialist empire overnight with the election of the smooth talking Senator from the most corrupt city in the Midwest. After surveying the large crowd of people at the April 15th "Tea Party" I realized fairly quickly that majority of them did not have a clue as to how our financial system was actually run, and I was crestfallen (so as not to be too glass half empty, there was still a good number of people who probably did know how it all happens). But I had my shirt on and my homemade sign, which read: "End the Wars, End the Welfare, END THE FED," on one side, and "FOLLOW THE CONSTITUTION" on the other side, and I was ready to try and enlighten someone.

So I took my sign out to the side of the road, and held it up. I was pleased to find that the majority of the people who drove by were responsive to the event in a positive way. I did see a couple middle fingers, but that was it.

And then, about 30 minutes into the protest, it happened: a white, late model Dodge van was rapidly approaching while honking its horn continuously. I happened to be holding up the side of my sign which read "FOLLOW THE CONSTITUTION," since I didn't want to appear redundant while wearing my shirt. The man driving the van flicked me the bird with his pudgy little middle finger while scowling menacingly in the direction of my person. At this point I was standing by myself - the nearest person was twenty feet from me - so when the passenger, who I will presume to be the driver's wife, rolled down her window and yelled, "FASCIST!," I knew that it was directed at me. I also knew it was directed at me because she looked right at me, while hate bubbled in her beady little eyes.

Meanwhile, let me reiterate, I was holding a sign that said "FOLLOW THE CONSTITUTION," and wearing a shirt that said "END THE FED," as I was very upset at the time (and still am, though I have calmed down considerably) that the US gov't, under both George II and Barack the Blessed, had just spent or allowed the Fed to spend trillions upon trillions of dollars in multiple fascist/socialist "liquidity injections" or "stimulus" or "corporate welfare" or whatever the talking heads deemed to called it. And yet I was called a fascist.

Anyone with any knowledge of the Constitution of the United States of America (our supreme law, remember - "all laws repugnant to the Constitution are null and void" - Marbury vs. Madison 1803) knows that there is absolutely, beyond a shadow of a doubt, nothing in that document that allows the State to be merged with business in a corporatist (i.e. fascist) fashion. Likewise, anyone who knows anything about the Federal Reserve (the very privately owned and independent central bank that, in the words of Alan Greenspan, is beholden to noone), which runs our monetary policy with no oversight from the Congress and is the apex of our fascist regime, knows that someone who would be wearing a shirt that says "End the Fed," would decidedly be very antagonistic towards the fascist policies coming out of Washington.

And heres the best part: the arrogant, ignorant, rude people in that van had a "Change you can believe in" bumper sticker on their back left bumper.

Will it be wrong of me to feel no sympathy for those people, and people of their ilk, when the dollar crashes and hyperinflation runs rampant, and they are all panicking like a chicken with its head cut off, demanding for Barack or one of his minions to "do something, you've got to do something?"

I think I'll choose to shed my tears instead for all the children who never had a chance.