We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Political Economy.

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When it comes to political participation I’ve become a conscientious objector. A sensible picking of sides, I reckon, given all blocs are bouncing about, in a, this then that, theater of the absurd. Hashtag: WORD and the Lego like interlocking of criminal, crazy, crass and carry.

What’s to parry? Think about it. The rockets red glare has become the bit and byte of despair, so we exchange volleys in timid text. Mutually aware that any actual marching, boots on the ground, would likely crumble whatever functional infrastructure is hanging by a civic thread.

The really Big Truth behind the constant cluster bombing of weaponized lies is to obscure the fact that we have already become a third world country.

Hold the phone Juan Perón, I know what your thinking. But the boys from the Chicago School of Economics are on the way. And Trump is just the chump to rudely, repeatedly, break wind in a scripted effort to further fume and foul our increasingly faux democratic airs. And then, when the smell gets too rancid we will gladly welcome that fresh breeze of Schumpeter’s gale.

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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