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["Leigh Meyers" <the.buffalo.in.the.midst@xxxxxxxxx>]

Swerving in my lane on the information superhighway:

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Dear George,

America is a nation of go-getters, a nation of ambitious and
hard-working people driven to scale the heights of greatness no matter
what the obstacles.  They are builders and creators.  No structure is
too tall to build, no plan too grandiose to execute, no swamp too deep
to drain

Unfortunately, only ten-percent of the population fits this
description.  The problem is the remaining ninety percent who, if left
to their druthers, are content with living human lives in which they
love, raise families, celebrate or mourn, laugh or cry, win some or
lose some.  It is an intolerable situation.

The solution is top-down rule by ambitious sociopaths.  The structural
model for this relationship is the southern overseer of yore who made
the plantation a model of economic efficiency.  These were the glory
days of conflict-free labor relations when workers knew their place
and the miasma of tranquility engulfed the land.  Those people
understood the value of hard work, driven as they were by the whip of
ambition.

The death of this bucolic system ultimately gave rise to the welfare
state that once again allowed people to be human.  Praise God, the
times they are a changing.  We will never recreate that utopian system
of old, but this has not stopped us from using it as a model for our
postindustrial world of labor relations.

Our elite thrive on stress.  Ninety percenters must be goaded and
driven to achieve the same level of 24/7 stress enjoyed by their
betters.  Insecurity has replaced whip as a motivator of ambition.
Falling wages and empty benefits are their new chains binding
individuals to working conditions that make the plantations of old
look like vacation spas.

Hard work created America, and our elite are going to make sure this
tradition continues using any means, foul or fair.  Just as the
plantation thrived in an atmosphere of total social control, so will
the Corporatist State thrive through the same.  Impoverishment is the
key to this control.  By gutting our manufacturing sector, we force
the proles to scramble for low-paying jobs in the service sector.


Wal-Mart has replaced the plantation, and we are a stronger nation
because of it.

To be human is to be lazy.


Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones


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Friday, May 18, 2007

Dear George,

It's guy time, again!  The manly man is back in vogue in all his
steak-scarfing, beer-belching, can-crunching glory.  Gone is the
touch-feely bullshit that looked down its nose at masculine virtue.
Manhood returned tagging along behind your hemorrhoidal strut across
the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln, and now it appears likely that
the testeronic torch will be passed to Red-Meat Rudy who will continue
your tradition of bilious ass kicking.

The cornerstone of our manly virtues is the paranoid belief that the
world is out to screw us, so we'd damn well better screw it first.  It
is a waste of time talking to your enemy when you can plant your
steel-toed boot in his balls.  Psycho violence solves all!  Patriarchy
is back and foaming at the mouth.

It takes a real man to run a Corporatist Stateâa man who can stand
tall and brave when confronted with the suffering of the weak and the
unfortunate who are not strong enough to compete in the market place
that is no more.  Corporatism is capitalism with a terminal dose of
greed.

You and Red-Meat are male fantasy made real.  Most men live lives of
quiet desperation where they must swallow their humiliation and anger
as an amoral bureaucracy grinds their souls to dust.  They can't lash
out so they lose themselves in a fantasy world where their steel fists
and quiet courage right all wrongs.

You and Red-Meat are their salvation.  Through you, they are able to
kick the collective asses of the frail and the puny.  Being able to
trash brownskins vicariously diverts their masculine rage away from
the real cause of their miseryâthe corporatist elites.

The ultimate expression of masculine glory is to go down in flames.
You've doused America in gasoline.  All you need do is hand the
matchbook to Red-Meat.

God bless our frat boys; long may they rule!

Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones

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