The Day After Genocide Drunken Debauchery of Capitalism, Heil Trump, Heil Conquerors & Sycophants

[Judi Lynn]

November 25, 2016
The Day After Genocide – Drunken Debauchery of Capitalism, Heil Trump, Heil Conquerors & Sycophants

by Paul K. Haeder

“In 1492, the natives discovered they were indians, discovered they lived in America, discovered they were naked, discovered that the Sin existed, discovered they owed allegiance to a King and Kingdom from another world and a God from another sky, and that this God had invented the guilty and the dress, and had sent to be burnt alive who worships the Sun the Moon the Earth and the Rain that wets it.”

―Eduardo Galeano, Los hijos de los días

I’m rooted in social justice. Social worker for the homeless, downtown Portland, Oregon, a proving ground for some innovative programs for prison re-entry folk, chronically homeless, drug and alcohol addicted. It’s not enough for Portland, and the rest of the country is fucked because people from around this un-United Stolen Place come here because their hailing cities have shit for services for the lowest of the low. I’m galvanized to revolutionary radicalism, that which is outside the mainstream money-driven mush that is capitalism, with its all-degrading infantile entertainment, as drones bust up wedding parties, as those ghosts of Spain, England, France, Dutch, Portuguese float out of every bite of ground cultures taken by us today, in the United Snakes of America. Each scalp and head nailed to the side of the settler’s cabin is our children’s autism.

I am being lambasted on all sides, up and down, F-150 dually drivers, Prius freaks, the drone lovers, the IT huggers, those fracking-big oil honchos, big town, small, from California redneck to Seattle libertarian (sic) let the Jeff Bezos-Bill Gates-Paul Allens rule us all greenies!

I treat the throw-aways – out of prison, off the streets, barely, in recovery, all those fines-levies-garnishments-fees-invoices like a billion leaches on their souls. My people are the homeless, drugged, mody out of the constant toil of using, many back to using, some back on the streets, but my social work is pure, but up against the Trumpies and Hillaries, as if this psychopath replacing the other psychopaths is somehow a rattling of the cages (not).

More:
http://www.counterpunch.org/2016/11/25/the-day-after-genocide-drunken-debauchery-of-capitalism-heil-trump-heil-conquerorssycophants/