Best Experienced With: Cracker; Useless Stuff
(Editor’s note: 65.7% of the current posts on Mind of Mully Biz Haus Shoppe remain business based, fulfilling the “Biz” requirement in the upper panel there. This MLOG is political and does not fulfill that “Biz” requirement; however, I wear the superhero cape and will continue to make the swooshing sounds. Thos os you visiting for business reasons, stop back soon. We will have something on constrained dynamics, BPR, and unusual fruits and vegetables)
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These days, it infinitely entertaining to be a white, male, upper middle class person in these United States. After all these years, white, male, upper middle class persons are finally the underdog. As a white, male upper middle class person and a fan of the underdog disenfranchised and dispossessed for years, I can finally root for myself guilt free. Clearly (according to the Tea Party, Glenn Beck, and many others), we white men are being held down by The Man!
Last time I felt like this was 1989 covering a sales territory in Boston that included Roxbury, Jamaica Plain, and Mattapan. The Harlem of Boston. Had two choices when calling on those clinics in Roxbury, Mattapan, and Jamaica Plain. First choice was leave Dover, NH at 5:00 a.m., arrive in that portion of Boston by 6:30 a.m. (before the crack houses got rolling), sprint through sales calls, and be back over in Salem by 8:07 a.m. Second choice involved modified semiautomatic weapons and galvanizing the black on black saltpeteresque Bonneville sedan. Ever conscious of my expense account, choice one ruled the day.
Back in 1989, I was the only white male being kept down by The System and The Man. Since January, 2009 there are hundreds millions of us dispossessed and disenfranchised white, upper middle class male persons. Am fortunate to have my brethren lined up side by side, yelling from the tops of our collective lungs that we are mad as hell. We white, upper middle class male are not going to take it any longer. Heck no.
My first political experience was in 1978 when my father, Glove Man, ran for Westlake city council as an Independent. For the most part, Glove Man leans pretty far to the right and mom leans well to the left. Each votes for the person and how that person’s moral and ethical compass lines up with theirs. Great place to incubate and learn to respectfully disagree. Glove Man allowed me to pound “Mulligan for City Council” signs in people’s front yards, an interesting form of torture given the October Land of Cleve temperatures and the vast quantities of clay under the grass.
In high school we had a mock Congress. To this day, am certain that the idea of that exercise was to dissuade all Westlake High students from checking the box reading “Do Congresslike Things” on our career adventure list. To this day, I fall fast asleep whenever someone says “Robert’s Rules of Order” . While words like “fillbuster” and “gerrymander” are fun to say, they are quite boring in actual practice. I was Alan Cranston, Senate Minority Whip and Crypt Keeper look alike. Wanted to be Teddy Kennedy because that seemed to fit somewhat better.
Kenneth Blackwell has a new book out with a fascinating title. It is an exceptionally long title. It is also an exceptionally incendiary title. It is the type of title that will make you stop at an airport book store and gawk, even if you are late for your plane. The book title is The Blueprint: Obama’s Plan to Subvert the Constitution and Build an Imperial Presidency and the Keys to Getting It All Overturned. That’s one heck of a title for a book!
Kenneth Blackwell is not a white, upper middle class male: he is a black, upper middle class male and was once Cincinnati’s mayor. Not certain if he is qualified to be lined up with the rest of us being held down and disenfranchised by The Man these days. Perhaps we will let him join because he was mayor of the whitest, most conservative city in America. Perhaps we will let him join because he was part and parcel of the group that prevented that evil photographer Robert Mapplethorpe from showing his nasty photos at the Cincinnati Contemporary Art Center back in 1990.
An exhibit that those heathens in New York, California, Oklahoma, Kentucky, ad infinitum misguidedly allowed to enter their cities. Not sure how Mr. Blackwell fits into our repressed white, upper middle class male cause, I only know that he is driving our bus and The Blueprint: Obama’s Plan to Subvert the Constitution and Build an Imperial Presidency and the Keys to Getting It All Overturned is soon to be our instruction manual and biblical text.
Flipped through the book the other day and I agree with much of the economic principles. Each time the government has meddled too deeply in the United States economy, the results are generally awful. We saw this after the 1929 depression: the second dip was because the government interfered too much and accepted incorrect Keynesian principles. The same principles applied in 2009i. Wrong……and exceptionally wrong for we repressed white, upper middle class males. Drive our bus more rapidly, Mr. Blackwell! Pedal to the metal.
Am very much looking forward to remainder of President Obama’s current term. There’s nothing more satisfying than playing the martyr and I look fantastic standing atop the grape jelly covered bully pulpit with a crown of concertina wire on my head and a bloodied, leather self flagellation device in my left hand. Moreover, am looking forward to the hundreds of thousands in reparations each of us white, male upper class men will be able to sue for in 2014. I’m going to buy a pony.
What are you going to buy?
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