Who’s really responsible?
By: Eric D. Peterson
It was last Wednesday, and I was researching for a piece I was going to do on the U.S. foreign aid budget, and defense spending. I was digging up some really interesting goods, too. We give (yes give) over 500 million dollars, annually, to countries like Israel, mainly on foreign defense programs for the Israeli armed forces, and to other counties, who spend the money freely as they see fit, toward counter-terrorism initiatives. The finance is usually annually adjusted for GDP of the nations and such, as well as our own defense spending, with which is, taken from the percentage of our own GDP, at historically low rates. Sounds all well and good, right? Cause if you think, we spent most during the cold war on defense, and that made up a large chunk of the GDP. Military industrial complex ring a bell? So it sounds like we really moved on from those day… except one thing. Our foreign “aid”. Is it actually aid at all? What exactly, and who for that matter, are we “aiding”. When you , or at least when I hear the term “aid”, I think of it as help. Especially for the ones less fortunate and the needy. Well, if you take, lets say, 1.3 billion dollars and spread it all over the world to fund your allies military, which in turn is used to protect American interests, and in some asinine cases, used to fund some other shady practices, and even fund our enemies (you know the ones that were singled our using these tactics), doesn’t that sound like it should technically fall under defense spending as well? After the fall of the Taliban in Afghanistan, and the fall of Saddam in Iraq, we’ve given away trillions of dollars to prop up the armies and newly constructed “democratic” governments of these nations. Even today, countries like Egypt and Libya, who would receive little to no U.S. aid (at least what was documented in the budgets), now receive millions to the billions. You can check the State Departments’ websites if you like. I’d add the links if I didn’t have to individually add all the PDF files. But yes, it’s all public knowledge. Some would argue it’s the least we can do, since we practically decimated them and nearly all means of viable industry (that we left alone) they had to self sustain. Great! Why stop there then? Let’s embezzle and funnel money through other nations we can dismantle with groundless claims of terrorism, or instability, shall we? Except let’s try to do it to the ones that actually have stable economic systems, and are viable on the global markets, and have more resources than oil. Like…let’s say…Iran… China…Russia…Venezuela… Syria…sounds like all of our “enemies” right? Ask yourself, why do we consider them our enemies? Yes, I know they have babbling buffoons, and raging, self-righteous, self-centered megalomaniacal lunatics for leaders and governments, (well, one of them bit the dust recently), but they also have competitive economies and currencies with our own. Interesting shit, I’ll say.
Now, all of that is good info and all, but let me mention something that stuck with me and led me into and all night rant with my own inner voices.
It’s all public knowledge.
So, where’s the fucking public? Our staunch citizenry that was protesting daily on Pennsylvania Ave. during the previous asshole’s administration about the wars, and death, and destruction, code pink, and all of the constitutional violations they were committing. Where are they now, that the shit has only gotten worse under the new asshole’s office. I don’t see any college students getting pepper sprayed in the face anymore for the dying afghan babies. No “Obama Lies, People Die” signs. No ones burning effigies of Barry, while taking off their clothes for all the drone strike victims abroad. At least, not in this county. I know why, though. Do want to know the answer? I mean, THE answer. It’s the answer to every question you need to know. Why is our economy in the tank? Why is our country the laughing-stock of the world (not that I care about that, they can piss off)? Why is our society full of boring invalids? Why are reality tv shows on the History and Discovery channels? Why are talent less hacks, like Justin Bieber, famous? Why is Paul Krugman still considered an economist?!
You want to know why?
I’ll tell you why…
Because of you. Because of me. Every single god forsaken inbred reject of this royally fucked nation, is responsible. That’s why. I’m not holding back any longer.
WE ARE THE PROBLEM!
We have been for a while. We try to find someone to blame for everything instead of taking personal responsibility for it. It’s congress’ fault. It’s the president. It’s the governor. It’s the CEO’s . It’s rich people. It’s terrorists. It’s the immigrants. It’s the evil corporations. It’s my boss. It’s my parents. It’s the fucking bus driver! Everyone and anyone else, besides who is truly at fault for all of our problems. Ourselves.
As I go about my daily travels, I encounter people from all walks of American life. And each one them are the enthroned royalty of some delusion of grandeur. A fantasy life that they think they are living out and they control all aspects of it. This county has become one big overly sensitive, incompetent, self loathing, self righteous, self centered, egotistical, apathetic, ignorant, bubble of arrogance. And let’s be honest. Sitting here complaining about it… just makes me apart of it. We’ve become the spoiled little rich kids of the world. The only problem is, we don’t know Uncle Sam’s fortunes are running dry yet. Now, I don’t advocate against your particular fantasy land, I just say, keep it too yourself, because no one cares about your problems, nor should they. But that’s the issue at hand. Control. Trying to manipulate, recruit, and control one another. Give it a rest, already. If you don’t like guns, fine. Don’t buy any. Simple answer. No, you need an advocacy group to lobby your congressman to sponsor a new bill, which leads to an open door of even more problems. You go one every nightly news program you can and argue your talking points. In your world, you are rightly justified and infallible. But in my world, you’re just some jackass that’s in love with your own ego, and delusions of a perfect utopian hippie commune we can all live peacefully in with no guns, no violence, no wars, and we all eat tofu. How incredibly naive. Or some old fartbag in a nice Florida retirement development that’s living off of a pension partially sponsored by tax incentives his company used to fund the plan with when he was hired, but now, since the business has gone under, is protected by even more federal money, and he only really contributed an eighth of what he collects on. To top it off, you get social security as well, another federal embezzlement scheme, that, at any mention of reform, you’re the first one to cry foul, even if you’ve been complaining that the government just wastes your taxes. Throw in all the welfare babies… having welfare babies of their own. And who can forget the corporate conglomerates who use their government pals to get tax breaks and subsidies to expand their enterprises, bulldoze the competition, have their industry by the balls, and are suddenly too big to fail when all the schemes run their course. Is the irony coming to light yet? You understand why we are all responsible in some way for it all going to hell? And we just keep adding to the shit cake. Layer…upon layer… upon layer… of shit.
So I’m done complaining…. Ok… that’s a big exaggeration, because I just love to complain! Just like you do, and you know it. All we are really good at anymore in this country is complaining. But seriously, I’ve just about had it with everything. Why should I give a shit anyway? About government spending. About our natural rights being constricted. About anything that isn’t inside of my own little land of delusions. No one’s changing the game. So, I’m just waiting for the game to end. And it will. It’s just a matter of time. I may even be alive to see it, and boy I’d love to see it, because who knows what it will look like.
As long as it’s not a hippie commune. That would be a god damn tragedy.