“The United Socialist States of America”
I wuz born in the good ole US of A, ‘way back in the first half of the last century, so I’m old…can’t argue about that…I’m old…I’ve also been called irrelevant which is probably also true…
‘Course, I’m beginning to believe that most of us are ‘irrelevant’…well, those of us who live in the decidedly Socialist State of California and self-identify as anything other than a Democrat, Democrat being the current term for Socialist which is still marginally unpopular in this country because of it’s long affiliation with Communism which has not recovered enough from the years of ‘bad’ press that it received in the last century. There will come a day, I predict, in the not too distant future that some of the current socialists will decide that socialism just doesn’t go far enough to protect the ‘rights’ of the poor and downtrodden and will proclaim for all the world that they are Proud Communists….uh, wouldn’t be surprised if some of them aren’t blurting it out already, albeit surreptitiously, as it were…
When I wuz still a boy, Harry S Truman gave the order to drop THE BOMB on Japan ’n when that horror wasn’t quite horrible enough for the Japanese, he gave the order to drop another one…so Hiroshima ’n Nagasaki got blown to smithereens ’n a whole lot of civilian casualties caused the Emperor to blink ’n wave the white flag rather than fight to the death as they had been promising…I suspect they didn’t quite reckon with the fortitude of Sergeant Harry S Truman…
Anyways, after that whole World War II thing wuz over with, the world wuz supposed to get back to normal…trouble is, the current crop of humans back then as the current crop of humans today never are able to get a grip on just what constitutes ‘normal’…sort’a like the weather, y’know, ever’body talks about it but no one ever does anything about it….
Seems like with us humans, it’s always war or the threat of war that hangs over our collective heads like the scythe of the Grim Reaper…fear, hunger, sex, all part of that primal drive that caused up to crawl out of that long-ago swamp, stamp the mud off our feet ’n go hunting for something to eat…looks like nothing much has changed since then…
When we crawled out of that primordial swamp, we wuz all pretty much the same, the way Kipling put it, the Colonels lady ’n Rosie O’Grady are sisters under the skin…we’re all part of the human race no matter what color we are…ain’t no real difference in humans…matter of fact, none of us know what we looked like once we came out of the primordial ooze but as far back as our trusted scientists can trace us, no matter what the claim of evolutionists, we can only go back to what we call Cro Magnon Man where we were supposed to overlap with Neanderthal Man, ’n maybe we did…seem to have characteristics of both in our DNA…’n of course, DNA is supposed to be, damn near is, maybe, fool-proof? ‘Cept sometimes when it ain’t but that’s always presumed t’be human error…seems like we’re always making mistakes, ‘specially about things that matter…
In our western history books, there is a story that archaeologists uncovered an ancient billboard of sorts that proclaimed, “Here lies Ozymandias, King of Kings”…’n no record of Ozzy existed anywhere in any of our historical records….At some point, in some future archaeological dig, they may dig up a sigh proclaiming Trump Towers ’n wonder what board game humans got up to ‘way back in the 21st Century…
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