The government has been screaming at me for my whole life, that Crackhead Godzilla is on a bender and is fucking our collective shit royally. When I was a young man, Godzilla was a communist. Later, he was a drug-crazed maniac. Then he was a madman in a turban. Then, just a little over 10 years ago, the government came out and told us the truth...As Pogo once said, "We have met the enemy, and he is us."
In short, I am now told that *I* am the enemy. That if I talk about the consitution, I should be watched closely. If I oppose the endless wars we get in, I am to be put in a dossier and hassled at every opportunity. It turns out that after all these years, I am Godzilla. And, dear friends, YOU can be Godzilla, too. Yes, the government - and the electorate that puts up with them - is really THAT sick.
But if I'm Godzilla and I don't want to go to reptile jail or some camp in Guantanamo Bay (Or the artic, ho ho ho! You didn't hear that from me.), then I'm going to have to be Godzilla in disguise. Everything - metaphorically, heh ha heh, of course - falls down, catches fire, and sinks into the swamp, and no giant lizard to be seen. Call me the fucking enemy, will you? I'll give you the fucking enemy, you swine. And I will not rest until I've fucked you with my gigantic dinosaur cock. In your earhole.
I was content to sit by and stack up my pitiful pile of filthy Lucre. I was content to run my mouth about you bastards, but leave it at that. I never even got off my arse about the Camp X-Ray thing or even Aby Graib. But as the great Saint Vince once said, "If they do it FOR you, they'll do it TO you." And he was, of course, utterly correct. Everyone believed him, him being a Holy Man™ and all, but we didn't really believe IT.
So now there's armored vehicles - LOTS of armored vehicles in Tucson. Who the hell needs armored vehicles here? It's too hot to riot, and I don't see the ghost of Erwin Rommel leading the DAK out of the Santa Ritas anytime soon. I see buses without windows, with the name "Wackenhut" on the side in small letters. Windowless buses, talking people from one prison to another. What are they guilty of? Arizona has a fairly low violent crime rate, so how do they have so many people that they have to move 3-4 buses per day? Oh, yeah. They're shipping people to the facility South of Tucson, where we store the worst and most violent offenders, for being caught with a pocket full of sunshine. Bear in mind that they're stacking them 6 to a 2 man cell in that place. This isn't so much punishment for being caught with some weed or some happy pills as it is a warning to the rest of us. Stay in line...Or else go to hell before you even die (although that can be arranged, too).
All of this may make me sound like an anarchist. I am not. I am in fact a bit of a statist, but a statist who is mad at the state in the same manner a libertarian would be mad at pay cops if they suddenly robbed him. Is the libertarian going to get another gang of pay cops to arrest the first gang? Good luck with that, sucker. Same thing applies here; try to get the government to control itself. It hasn't really been able to even PRETEND to do so since the Reagan administration.
So how can you beat them? Well, you can't...The most you can do is make them miserable. Get a little of your own back. Find ways to torment your local, state, and federal government. Not threats, they know how to deal with threats. Just abuse, weird shit, and more abuse. Write your congressman and tell him he's shitneck. Call the city offices and tell the comptroller that he's a swine. Look for creative ways to turn their paperwork against them. Prank call the local Wells Fargo bank managers. You are a pack of creative bastards, I imagine you can come up with a trick or two. The thing is, it's not just congress and the president, you see. It's the entire system, every squirrely little bastard with an ounce of pretend power.
Be Godzilla. A compact, quiet version of him. A velociraptor-sized model. Eat what you can, burn the rest, and GRIN through your 6 inch fangs.
Okay for now,