In 2012, I traveled Ohio covering the most expensive election in US history. I interviewed US and State Senators, State Supreme Court Candidates, US House candidates, 3rd party candidates, covered
A Call for a 2nd Constitutional Convention As long as our politicians fails to lead, we must be the source of solutions. Article V of the US Constitution provides the
Plato Plato argued that the physical universe was in fact merely an imperfect reflection of a non-physical universe of ideas where our eternal identity resides before and after our life
Progressive Gains For Progressives, the greatest achievements of the 20th century were the New Deal, the Voting Rights Act and the Civil Rights Act. Republicans have spent most of their
Rise of the Purple Ninja “The most perfect political community is one in which the middle class is in control, and outnumbers both of the other classes.” – Aristotle Detail
Dragons Breath They crawl from oceans, to paint the caves/ But I’m working all weekend, I need to get paid. – Conor Oberst Chase Heat radiating off the steam engine
Opening Night The thermostat read 90º, which would be fine if not for the 80% humidity making it feel like they were standing in an open air sauna, fully dressed,
An Example Must Be Made Stephan Jensen, candidate for the United States Senate, vice-President of his father’s lumber company, and fair-haired bearer of the square jaw, stepped onto the platform
Prologue: A House Divided Render unto Ceaser that which is Ceaser’s, and unto God that which is God’s. – Matthew 22:21 In the year 2024, upon the election of California
In 2012, I traveled Ohio covering the most expensive election in US history. I interviewed US and State Senators, State Supreme Court Candidates, US House candidates, 3rd party candidates, covered the early voting controversy, and spoke with ordinary citizens. The election results were near status quo, but the real story was extravagant use of money by a handful of groups to insure their candidates were the only options. Meanwhile most of the populace was completely turned off by the entire process.
A Call for a 2nd Constitutional Convention
As long as our politicians fails to lead, we must be the source of solutions. Article V of the US Constitution provides the perfect tool for populist reform.
We can hold a digital convention, sort through ideas, then send delegates to a physical convention to write a bill of amendments based on the results of the digital convention.
Those amendments would then have to be ratified by 3/4 of the states to become law.
Balanced budget, taxation policy, political accountability, campaign finance, and more could be discussed for reform without the interference of politicians who are bought and paid for by banks, corporations, and special interests.
We can do something, or we can do nothing, either way the future will be of our making.
Plato argued that the physical universe was in fact merely an imperfect reflection of a non-physical universe of ideas where our eternal identity resides before and after our life in the physical universe. (1) That the senses, of this world, were a distraction from the pure thinking of that non-physical portion of our being, eventually concluding that mathematics is the purest form of thought corporeal humans can develop because it is logic absent sensory or emotional data, and therefore most akin to the nature of this non-physical plane of our origin.
Are we just worker souls in a quantum hive mind?
The Higgs Mechanism theory, (2) proven by the team at CERN in 2013, could most simply be summarized as a field permeating the entire universe, which is the catalyst in a reaction that gives mass to previously massless quantum particles (fermions) at the quantum physics level. Without this there could not be a big bang or physical universe. Which begs many questions, such as; where do fermions and the Higgs Field exist? Since they predate the big bang, which brought forth the physical universe, and continue to exist till this day, where do they reside? Why does this reaction, pivotal to all of physical existence, occur at all? And why did it occur only once, since this reaction continues?
For Progressives, the greatest achievements of the 20th century were the New Deal, the Voting Rights Act and the Civil Rights Act. Republicans have spent most of their time since working to undo them. They attack our economic stability, our democratic foundations, our very status as citizens, all in an attempt to return us to an era when a few people prospered off the exploitation of the rest.
The New Deal was a direct response to the Great Depression. A detailed explanation of all that transpired would be the subject of a lengthy text in its own right, of which there are many available. Pertinent to this topic are the bank reforms: the Glass-Steagall Acts, the Securities Act of 1933, and the creation of the SEC. As a result of Glass-Steagall, commercial and investment banks had to be separate businesses and their leadership could not serve across companies. Along with the regulatory power of the SEC, the more hazardous forms of investment schemes were now either outlawed or well regulated. Combined, these acts helped to stabilize and grow America’s economy for the next 4-5 decades.
Rise of the Purple Ninja
“The most perfect political community is one in which the middle class is in control, and outnumbers both of the other classes.”
Coffee in her left hand, a black pleather briefcase/purse/handbag/medicine cabinet clutched in her right, Angela sauntered down the narrow street mesmerized by the glistening oak sign swinging on shiny iron chains. She smiled again, as she had every morning this week, at the tangible results of a few hours labor.
“It’s the details that make all the difference, little one.” her father, Leonard had said. As had his, Thomas and his before that, Maurice Gutenberg, founder of the family business. Sylvia and he had arrived in America with little else but copies of the stories from their homeland written in their native tongue. The homesick immigrants around them quickly bought their entire inventory. Then the Gutenberg’s bought it all back and re-sold it. Soon they were filling requests for other inventory. After a few months, Maurice realized he didn’t need something to keep him afloat till he got work for another man. In America, he could work for himself.
It was her father, Leonard, decades later, who moved the business from their living room into an actual store front. He designed the oaken sign, hanging from 2 metal chains, attached to a flagpole, attracting the eyes of potential customers like a waving hand. He personally carved and stained the words “Buch Laden” into the remains of a quarter panel of a fire damaged door. June, 1979 they opened the doors.
Karla Rheims was a graduate student doing research into eastern european literature and the opening of a book store with a german name, holding an inventory of source material, caught her attention. They ended up spending hours together, after closings, working on her research and falling in love.
Just shy of 2 years later, May of 1981, they were married, and Angela was born to the happy couple in November. A miracle of sorts.
They crawl from oceans, to paint the caves/
But I’m working all weekend, I need to get paid.
– Conor Oberst
Heat radiating off the steam engine between her legs kept her warm, as the Purple Ninja weaved through traffic on her bike. A violet knit scarf covered her nose and mouth, the ends trailing in the wind off her shoulders. Traffic was thick and unpredictable as the bars let out, so she had to be extraordinarily observant as she slid between vehicles. Unfortunately she did not have time for delays of any type.
Pursuit was dogged. A small fleet of private drone’s owned by a bounty hunter known as Dragon, were hot on her scarf streamers. Flying just a few yards above traffic, the slight, grey, unmanned vehicles darted across the sky, seeking her biosignature, anomalous movements, anything that might enable them to identify a target.
1 of the automatons caught sight of her. Then they all did. In formation, they dove towards her position. She feigned right then cut hard left between a the front end of a taxi and the rear of an SUV. Horns blared. Unfazed, they went left. In the middle of the intersection, They surrounded her. A chorus of car horns wailed in protest; of the traffic blockage, not her plight. She spun a full 360 seeking egress. There was none. Each drone took a road, hovering between her and the approach. The primary hung above, a spotlight from its underbelly highlighting her.
The thermostat read 90º, which would be fine if not for the 80% humidity making it feel like they were standing in an open air sauna, fully dressed, surrounded by fat people. The fact that it was 7pm and still this hot only made the situation more irritating. Jake mopped his forehead with the sleeve of his blue sports coat, took a breath, and continued to eye the crowd as they filtered through the gate. Straightening his black top hat, he ran his fingers across his freshly trimmed beard, down the front of his bloused shirt, finally resting his thumbs in the empty belt loops of his loose fitting black, leather pants. He looked down briefly to be sure his alligator shoes retained their polish, then returned to counting ticket sales.
It had taken surprisingly little convincing to get the Valero Brothers, owners of the largest refuse removal company in town, to support his plan. They provided land, and the money for a security detail, lighting, and seating. But just for the first event. Either he showed a profit right out of the gate, or they were done. And if he did not repay their ‘investment’, well, he was probably done. From the looks of the turnout, that was not going to be a problem.
A large open field, zoned for warehousing that had never been built, was held by a company that the Valero’s were associated with. On either side of the field, a set of rented metal bleachers, 5 rows high, seating 20 each row, had been placed. In front of each set stood a transparent, bulletproof, wall, 10 feet high and 22 feet long. Racks of lights on extendable aluminum tripods 12 feet high, encircled the field, shining their light towards the center. Groups of teenage mexican boys hurriedly worked around the bases, securing the tripods to the ground with wires.
An Example Must Be Made
Stephan Jensen, candidate for the United States Senate,
vice-President of his father’s lumber company, and fair-haired
bearer of the square jaw, stepped onto the platform at exactly 1:35PM. The crowd, group really, there were maybe 100 of them gathered on the grassy spot known to a few as Eakins Oval, applauded for exactly 30 seconds. He smoothed his red tie exactly once. He licked his lips twice, took a half step forward, laid both palms evenly on the podium, and spoke in a low, calm voice. “My friends and fellow citizens, our nation has come to a cross roads and we must decide which path to follow. Some say the way I offer is too difficult. That we should take an easier path. That those who are strong should be required to ease the burden of the weak.”
In the trees, to the north east of the parking lot, a magnifying glass secured, unobtrusively, to the side of a branch, was just starting to catch the afternoon sun in its lens.
Jensen continued methodically,”Behind me stand monuments for 2 of America’s great cultural heroes, fact and fiction.” He did not mention the art museum they adorned, filling the entire background, “George Washington as General of ragtag rebel forces fighting the most powerful military of his time, and Rocky Balboa feeling victorious just training for a title shot which even he did not believe he could win, the odds were so long.” Here Candidate Jensen stood a little straighter,raised his palms to include the group, and raised his volume, just a little.
The sunlight, those waves being cast through the magnifying glass, narrowed and intensified, focused onto a narrow rope laying on the ground. The far end had been staked to the ground with a silver mountain climber’s spike, currently hidden beneath a small pile of leaves. The near end tied to a 1 foot wide, 6 foot long, green and brown, rubber band. The ends of the giant rubber band, in turn, had been staked high on the trunk of 2 trees just a foot in front and to either side, creating a triangular shape, or more specifically, a slingshot. A red balloon sat in its cradle.
Prologue: A House Divided
Render unto Ceaser that which is Ceaser’s, and unto God that which is God’s.
– Matthew 22:21
In the year 2024, upon the election of California Senator Juanita Rosario of the Green Party to the office of President of the United States, old political divides came to a head. The largely agrarian states in the southern and central region, that held to an individualist philosophy, felt they could no longer support the planned society philosophy of the industrial and academic regions to the north, and west. Under the leadership of Governor Archibald Humphrey of the Republic of Texas, these states declared themselves in secession and formed The Libertarian Confederation of America.
President Rosario had a different perspective on Lincoln’s famous quote, “A house divided can not stand.” She decided it was best to allow a negotiated, peaceful separation rather than fighting a second civil war to force unwilling citizenship. Borders were negotiated, bureaucracies generated, treaties signed, and a new nation was born. Citizens were given a year to move to their preferred society. A great migration, in both directions, took place as people made hasty decisions based on fear and/or hope of great changes that would come in the new societies of unchallenged ideologues.
With the removal of anti-federalist agenda from national politics, the United States pursued a far more liberal, progressive policy. The military was reduced to a defensive posture, insurance and education became universal programs, welfare became a permanent WPA type program and heavy regulations were introduced on economic and energy related industries. In a few short years, similarly governed regions of Canada, Mexico, and the Caribbean, chose to join the remade republic. While a few of the more laissez faire, bank haven, island nations, chose to seek membership in the new, like-minded confederation. The nations of the European Union, fearing lack of influence in the new landscape, voted to approve a constitution for the EU, formalizing the economic alliance as a nation with a central senate elected by state governments.
At the end of Transition Year, the Confederation, under now President Humphrey, shut its borders and declared a 5 year isolationist foreign policy to develop domestically. With that period coming to an end, the first creaky bureaucratic doors have begun to open. Interest is high not only in the corporate world, but also among the US government’s defense establishment, the media and the public at large. Everyone wants to know what the Prodigal Child has been doing.
“…so then, he scoops one big hairy arm under me, sticks his thumb in my pussy, 2 fingers up my ass, sticks his other hand under my back, and picks me up like my taint is a goddamn handle.” She paused to shuffle her spearmint chewing gum, long since flavorless, from 1 side of her mouth to the other. “Then he shoves his face in my tits and starts rubbing it around,” as a visual aid, she shoved her cleavage out and shook her own head. First she brushed her bottle-red hair back from her shoulders to better accentuate the gold and black spotted, low cut, sleeveless ‘top’ that clung to her pale, mottled flesh. Her long, slender nose waggled, just a little at the tip, as her head shook inside her own, imaginary breasts.
“Now I told you already how hairy he was, and he had that big scraggly beard, well this was just scratching the hell out of my nipples. So I squealed, just a little. He musta thought that was encouragement, cause next thing I know, he’s biting my tit. Can you believe that shit? He bit my tit!
“Well there are some things I do not do. So I push him back and slap his hairy face. Only thing is, I’m still hanging there in mid air with his hand up my hooch. Son of a bitch drops me. Bam!” She slams her hand on the desk, demonstrating the impact. “Right on the hard wood floors. Thought I broke my fuckin’ ass.
“Does he apologize? No he starts cursing at me in Russian or Latonian, or some shit, for slapping him. He’s standing there, holding his cheek and yelling, like I could hurt him. But he don’t know that his finger has shit all over it from being up my ass all that time. If he had asked, I’d have told him I had to go the bathroom, but he’s all Carpe Diem all the time.