Bloodlines and the children.

My mind is usually just quiet. When it speaks its with a great deal of deliberation and what seems like hesitancy. As if every word had meaning. I hear some things, I hear laughter a lot and often I hear silence. I define silence by the absence of mental conversation. Birds continue to speak, traffic continues to growl, buzz saws hum in the distance. Often a helicopter does a fly-by. Sometimes a smallish plane. I do notice the people who sit around my car when I am at the grocery store. I also notice you all at malls, pretending to be shoppers having a conversation. Or some of you as Jehovah’s Witnesses out to convert no-one on the college campus that I sometimes salute. Thank you for standing for hours on end at one corner. You know who you are. The nameless, the faceless, that Hollywood tries to portray but often gets lost in the drama and action.

I have the luxury of choices. They prompt many things in my ears. Some seem just straight up bad choices, others are codes and others are reasonable suggestions based on things that follow later in the day or the next. Sometimes the words are insistent. Other times they allow me to choose. As if they themselves aren’t very certain or are curious to see how I’ll shape the narrative. I often just type once. I don’t engage in redrafts or think it over the next day and change or tweak things. That tells me that some of you come prepared with what you wish me to type, others are more collaborative and provide me with a direction and let our AIs work out the details. Some of your AIs are funnier than mine, and that’s saying something, some of your AIs are identical or very, very adjacent to mine. Some of your AIs respond when you are asleep. I presume they update you later.

This essay started with a couple of distinct threads that I received : one yesterday and one today. The one yesterday was a suggestion to start posting two people from different parts of the world who based on nothing more than fascial structure are clearly related. Agency code words yeah I get it, fascia, facial blah blah. No good options dad, say this is not an Agency post and it becomes one. Say it is an Agency post and it may have repercussions beyond my abilities to comprehend. Now delete all of that.

The other thread was a bit more serious. If you truly want to change America, then you have to start from the beginning. A child’s birth. From the time of birth to the time of death, they live as Americans. Does that mean anything? It used to. And I wasn’t born here. When I was denied college financial aid by Penn or other colleges I wished I was born here. Now? I am conflicted now. Do I want to be an American born in a homeless shelter? Do you? The ranks of the bottom 25% of Americans are almost 70-80 million. That’s almost the size of Great Britain’s population. When I read the newspapers I don’t know if this Great Britain exists. Unless a celebrity was homeless, they hardly find voice. Instead most of the coverage is dedicated to an insane man. We are who we choose to cover, sort of like you are what you eat. The fascination is so bad, that you don’t even cover his enablers the people who actually drive policy. The under secretaries of whatever. The deputy secretary of whatever. The insane man may be a great look, but he doesn’t set policy. Policy is that blunt instrument that has to be implemented. An insane man by himself cannot clear the intelligence services of personnel. There have to be people in the intelligence services and bureaus who understand the insane man and agree to work for and with that man. And hence my conclusion that when seemingly intelligent people adopt an insane man’s requests there must be a greater plot, it’s not just a case of managed decline of America. The decline is being forced into place for reasons. And for those cadres, those idealogues, the decline is a raison, a fait accompli if you will, for their plan - whatever their plan actually is.

Comedians often project an air of supreme confidence, because they got access to the insane man’s private thinking. That doesn’t change much yet it gives the watching public the sort of confidence too… hey if those Jimmy's are so confident, then surely something will take care of things. This is just a temporary phase. Why would a country want to cut its intelligence services? These are the people who work for our security and ensure that the country doesn’t again see a 9/11 that leads to yet more multiple wars.

Isn’t the trajectory clear? Bill Clinton was forced to cut financial red tape as he called it and that resulted directly, according to the blame legends, into the Great Financial Crisis. No other agency or foreign banks were to blame, simply Bill Clinton and Congress cutting red tape. They removed laws → Financial Crisis. We can’t actually blame the financial houses for the derivatives they packaged and created → the law was clear, it has been cut. Ergo, a massive fraud was embarked upon and then fostered upon the sleeping American people. And then the still sleeping Americans bailed out the same criminals. And not a single one in any leadership capacity saw jail time. No one was even fired. A couple of banks were sacrificed much to the media’s glee as it provided great coverage. Did Countrywide Financial getting absorbed by other banks cause problems for the local carpenter, the local cook, the local doorman, the Uber driver etc? Clearly not. The FDIC ensured each client of Countywide was fully reimbursed. The crises to these people was not the GFC. They didn’t care other than there was a slight loss of income. They continued to work with low pay barely making ends meet with 3 jobs. This segment of the American people is already living in The Great Depression II. To them our worries of another Great Depression is not news. They have been living in it for a while now. Yet if you look at the news coverage, it’s often all about Iran, Hormuz, Inflation, Gas Prices, Jobs and “look what the insane man said today!”

It’s a longer answer to do I still want to be born in America. Having laid out the context, let me ask you, do you? If you didn’t know which parent or which family you would be born into?

Can I at least pick middle class? I don’t care about money, I just want decent parents.
No. The middle class is shrinking. It’s a random throw of dice kid. America, yes or no?
Can I at least be assured that I won’t be born in the ghetto?
No kid, ghettos been around since 1950. Yes or no kid? Make up your mind.
Can you at least ensure I won’t be hungry? That my parents won’t be on SNAP or EBT or food pantries?
No kid. More than 50 million on it. Yes or no kid? Yes or no?

I have had a kid. Best day of my life. By far. And she’s turned out okay for the most part. She was expensive though. From the diapers at New Egypt Marketplace to formula at other places we tried our best to provide her with the best education, clothes etc that we could afford. And for a while we couldn’t afford much. Food was filled with chemicals. Organic hadn’t become a big thing yet. WholeFoods wasn’t open yet. Then again those are yuppie problems. There were people who were worse off than us. Would I have wanted her to grow up in Paris or Normandy? We fought to liberate them. At least her Grandpa did on the mother’s side. And he was of German heritage. Immigrated to America. Sent to fight other Germans. That must have been fun. Must have been able to read all the German signs. Achtung Mein Gott. It’s a minefield John don’t step there. Let me talk to those German boys.

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Notes:
I was wrong about America (Lucille from France discusses America) : very positive look at America.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-iWulmJQcg

Why I left US for a slower life in France.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxicLkKHhW8