Welcome to the United States of Unocal!

Remember when everyone freaked out about appointing an “activist” judge like Sonia Sotomayor to the Supreme Court?  (Them lefty activist jurists done gonna ruin da country, what with all their radical lefty interpreTAYshuns of the law!) The Republicans sure got their collective panties in a big twist, fearful that a “liberal” leaning court would go crazy trying to change everything.  Horrors!

I guess it’s different when the conservative jurists do an end run around a century-old law prohibiting corporations from pouring their money into election campaigns, the better to run the country . . . uhhh . . . help our elected officials to make the right decisions about the future of our nation!  Why, that’s not activist!  It’s . . . uhhh . . . it’s . . . well . . . it’s in the best interests of the corporations people!  Yeah,  yeah, that’s it!!!

Okay, so I’m seething with sarcasm.  I’m also seething with disgust.  Is this the way it’s gonna go, now?  While we’re at it, let’s be sure to turn over our firstborn male children to Pepsi and Exxon and all of the other huge corporations that own half the planet, m’kay?

Sorry.  Sometimes an aging lefty just needs to vent.  And it does get tiresome to hear about more major politically-motivated power grabs designed to funnel even more money into the hands of the still overwhelmingly white, male, and filthy rich power brokers and king-makers of this great nation of our’n. 

But enough.  I bow my head in humility and will leave the more articulate discourse on such matters to others better qualified than one such as I.

SO!!!  Let’s talk about art, evidence, or the absence of same.  Or bad poetry!  Seems to me that I promised some bad poetry in my last post and have not yet delivered. 

Then again, naaaaaah.  My heart’s just not in it tonight.  I think I’d rather pursue an escapist avenue right now.  It’ll probably take the form of a early Heath Ledger movie, a glass or two of very dry white wine, and the application of an unconditionally loving (and smartass) cat to my blanketed feet. 

So it goes. 

Over and out. 

 

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About creat1ve11

psychotherapist by trade, writer and artist by temperament, over 50 and not fighting it, love the idea of snorting milk through my nose, but have never actually done it
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