Observing the Republic

I don’t know what I am talking about and don’t listen to a word I say because I don’t know what the fuck I am talking about most of the time.

I am an observer of this life looking at everything with an objective eye never passing judgment towards anyone because I am not God so I cannot pass judgment. I observe this republic like a sociologist does a society. So my opinions are merely mine alone. Right now at this moment you are a domestic terrorist only you don’t know it yet. This is no longer a republic It is a fascist state only you don’t know it yet. We have no rights and the Constitution is kaput only you don’t know it yet. This is the sad truth I have to face every day I wake up from a nice seven hour sleep.

Today a union rep came into the store I work at to ask us if our managers were being assholes.

“You guys should be going after the people at corporate if you really want to help these guys on the sales floor.” I told them.

“The corporate guys never listen.”

“You don’t talk loud enough,” I answered.

We laughed and he began telling me about how hard it is to remain strong in the presence of the corporation. He was telling me sob stories of people not getting their unemployment check in four months and how Dodger stadium had 200 hot dog vendors openings for the lowest minimum wage possible and 3,000 people showed up for the job. He then ended the conversation with, “The company did a survey to find out who would walk and picket for a better contract for next year. There are about 12,000 mobility employees in the entire market place today only 3,000 of them said they would walk, but only half of that 3,000 will picket. How can we stand and fight with those numbers?”

Indeed.

I remained quiet becoming angry at the idea that this company who employs me is going to use the economic crisis to their advantage to lay off employees who are getting paid 13 to 15 dollars an hour and hire new sellers who will only get 9 to ten dollars an hour. I couldn’t bear to think about that especially if I am living in such a rich and powerful country. America land of the free and home of the brave. I couldn’t believe that we, the citizens of a country founded on human rights would simply bend over and take the abuse from the corporate hand because we don’t want to lose our video games and night clubs, and booze.

The rest of the day I wandered about my work place in an almost melancholy state thinking about how I would handle being laid off at a time like this. I have my music thing going, my film project, and my comic book project in the works and this company is proving the funding for such aspiring projects. What will happen to those projects once I lose my job? Sometimes we forget that we could be a part of that unemployment percentage and no doubt the numbers will rise. I have no intention of working for this company all of my life, but then again the people who depend on this job to feed their children, or keep a roof over their head, or keep their marriage intact, and what have you. What about them? Most people would say, ‘Who gives a shit. Its every man to himself.’ That kind of mentality brings you selfishness and brutality. Look around you and pay attention to what they are selling you in the commercials. Look at the constant celebrity news that is top news at our ten o’clock news hours. We are obsessed with celebrities and want to know every detail to their personal lives while we lose track of our own lives. And now it has come down to this. People losing their jobs, people losing hope, people fearing change, and they still love Obama. Now that I mention it, I am fucking surprised that the people of California still like Ahnuld Schwarzenegger after he bent over California over a velvet couch, ripped her panties off, punched her a couple of times while raping her over and over again while the California legislators are in line behind him waiting for their turn.

On closing note, I will say this. Don’t pay attention to me. I am just an angry writer who is trying to get work as a writer who is writing about how I angry I am and hope you read it and gave me a Grok.

Remain asleep because it does feel good.

Don’t think. It is too hard.

Be a slave after all you are getting paid 16 dollars an hour.