I’m not writing about the Trumpers, or even the Trumps. God bless them for not being bright enough to be fascists, every one. White elites walled themselves off from the world long before their cast offs and religious nuts blew here from a broken Europe.
What failed there has never succeeded here, ever. After the kooks, fanatics and greedy raped and pillaged a disease ravaged continent they gained enough steam run their own show, but the economic model remained no less brutal and short sighted than the one they had fled.
The cunning and shrewd accumulated wealth and power by any means necessary, denuding the northeast and then pushing further west but never gave up being Europeans, ever.
Europe played them, these pillaging outcasts, who were better at conquest than palace intrigue. Really, the Americans for the most part had no clue. Even after the revolution, command and control was overseen by Europeans and the few American born who learned their techniques.
The private sector...interconnected networks of half trained elites whose first goal is survival, buries mistakes and opposition without blinking. Shoot first, steal everything and move on. This is tradition. Inside command and control science, truth, and tradition battle it out with ice picks, smoke and mirrors. The last half trained man standing gets to pound his chest for all to hear, leaving the rest of us no option but to live on and off of the spoils.
Kissinger comes to mind. Half trained. Certainly no Einstein. I saw the towers rise and fall from the same perspective. Few know JDR’s outfit connected Kissinger and the WTC. What was SOONJ, the private sector outfit that made the CIA look exactly like what they were...spoiled elite spawn, living where we let them.
The footprint we live in was stomped by JDR, who paid cash for people and got bang for his buck. All the rest of them bowed to the lord of the black gold...or became a poster boy for failure. Big oil...Zeig Heil, as the key to the executive was room passes to the next goose stepping generation of the half trained.
There is no sanctuary or rocket ship escape from this mangled earth for the half trained delusional movers and shakers who clamor to call the shots. The tide is coming in.
I’m not driving.