I used to be enamored with Joe Biden.
But what a tool he has turned into.
What a dancing puppet for the oligarchy.
Is it something in the water? Or is it like Stephen Marks says in his eye-opening book Confessions of a Political Hitman, when you get to that position of power, they take you in the back room and give you “the talk”. They explain how things actually work, how things are done, and who is actually running the show. They give you the choice: gold or lead.
Kennedy made the wrong choice.
Clinton went for the gold and has been richly rewarded. Likewise with Obama. $400,000 for a single speech to his Wall Street puppet masters? Gimme a break. That’s serious cash!
I’ll admit, this sounds like a really bad movie to me . . . so I can’t say I entirely buy it.
At the same time, I don’t entirely dismiss it.
Something gets to these guys. Something burrows into their brains like those amoeba that make a pinhole in your skull, climb inside and eat your brains.
Some criticize Vice-President Biden for his gaffs. Frankly, his gaffs are trivial compared to the actual stands he has taken over the years on a wide variety of issues.
Just a few revealing examples: He is implicated in the ongoing attempts by the U.S. to overthrow the democratically-elected leaders of Venezuela, the late Hugo Chavez and the current president, Nicholas Marduro. Similarly, he has been an outspoken supporter of the chocolate king Petro Poroshenko, current president of Ukraine, installed by violent coupe in a U.S.-sponsored subversion of democracy in that fragile and volatile part of the world. Mr. Biden has been a huge advocate for the unnecessary and provocative sanctions against Russia, just a few days ago ridiculing the EU countries who won’t go along with America’s imperial madness. We also find out that Biden’s support for the takeover of Ukraine goes beyond America’s alleged geopolitical agenda there. In fact, his son Hunter Biden, has been appointed to the Board of Directors of Burisma Holdings, a private oil and gas company in Ukraine, which stands to profit handsomely from the privatization and plunder of the country’s natural resources.
That Vice-President Biden has been a prominent voice for America’s propaganda and saber-rattling against Russia goes without saying.
I admit that my first impressions of Mr. Biden were just that — impressions — so all of my positive feelings were very superficial. I saw him speak at campaign rallies and other public events, as well as appear in several debates. I loved the guy’s punchy directness, his ability to dissemble convoluted arguments and spurious propositions with a just few well chosen, often funny phrases. I found his wide, confident grin engaging. Overall, he created in me the impression he was his own man, an independent thinker, more concerned with the truth and cutting through the bullshit than worried about winning popularity contests. I’ve so had it with oratorical grandstanding and highly crafted, high-sounding but usually empty political bombast, a little in-your-face straight-talk went a long way.
Biden always said the right things. More jobs. Better life for the average American.
Obviously, by now I should know better than to take any of these politicos at their word. How many times does a dog have to get beaten to realize his owner is an irredeemably cruel son-of-a-bitch? And Biden did partner with the man with a Muslim name who, despite his wonderful rhetoric about practically everything decent human beings would like to see happening in our troubled country and world, ultimately proved determined to do the very opposite.
But I’m such a soft touch, even now after decades of being bludgeoned with the hypocrisy stick. I had heard about Biden’s loss of his first wife and their new 18-month old daughter, how he courageously bore his grief, bounced back, continued his selfless service to public life — all the usual milk toast mythology that’s surrounds public officials.
So I am just as vulnerable to the effects of finely-wrought PR spin as the next guy.
I have learned — as I hope you have — from gagging on too much bullshit for too many years, at least to try to be more discerning, less willing to buy the popular song-and-dance about these guys, less inclined take at face value what is spewed by the main stream media and, of course, the constant stream of self-serving blather by the politicos themselves.
But it’s difficult. It is just plain hard work to have to analyze and take literally everything apart, look at things from every possible angle, view with incredulity and suspicion the vast bulk of what we are told to believe, by what are reputed to be sound and objective sources.
It’s getting easier, though.
Eventually it will be a snap.
Because when everything becomes a lie?
No problem.
We’ll know not to believe anything they tell us.
Unfortunately, I fear we are further down that road than we realize.
Or, as Paul Craig Roberts believes, already there.
United?
Doesn’t saying it just make your heart leap for joy?
I start hearing the national anthem play in my head, see the rockets red glare bursting in air, the American flag waving majestically over the capital skyline.
But I started wondering the other day: What exactly does the ‘united’ stand for?
I know, originally and technically it refers to the unity of the individual states. But it has taken on the more expansive meaning for us individual citizens. It suggests that we are united as a people, as a society, as a national identity.
Which prompts us to ask . . .
What exactly during these contentious, deeply divisive, tragically troubled times does it mean?
‘United’ would seem to imply Unity. Agreement. Fellowship. Consensus. Harmony.
Does that sound like contemporary America to you?
Here are some big questions . . .
Are we united by a sense of national purpose?
Are we united by a belief in our destiny and place in history?
Are we united by confidence in our superiority?
Are we united in our belief in American exceptionalism?
Are we united in our desire for empire?
Are we united by a love for our fellow Americans?
Are we united by our patriotism and sense of duty?
Or . . . are we united by our indifference?
Are we united by our faith in the American Dream?
Or . . . are we united by our pessimism?
Our cynicism?
How about some systemic issues . . .
Are we united in our faith in capitalism?
Are we united in the trust of our government?
Are we united in our belief in American democracy?
Are we united by a trust in God?
A system of shared values?
An ethos?
Are we united by our sense of self-determination?
Or . . . are we united by our sense of helplessness?
Our vulnerability and fatalism?
Our surrender?
How about some very specific issues . . .
Are we united in our love of guns?
Are we united by our freedom of speech?
Are we united by our disdain for socialism?
Are we united by the War on Terror?
Are we united by our hatred of Muslims?
Are we united in our hatred for Russia? China?
Then there’s the purely psychological component . . .
Are we united by love?
Or . . . are we united by hate?
Are we united by courage?
Bravado?
Self-respect?
Or . . . are we united by fear?
Are we united by our optimism?
Or . . . are we united by our despair?
Our desperation?
Our doubt?
Here I believe is a really important question: Where does the rugged individualism which we see as the hallmark of a true American fit in?
How can we be united if we each have our own priorities and agenda?
Maybe we’re not united at all.
Maybe it’s all an illusion.
Maybe the United States of America is more like United Airlines, or United Van Lines. Catchy name but it doesn’t really allude to any real or even imagined unity.
And speaking of huge corporations, maybe we are united as customers, shareholders and employees of the vast corporations which seem to run everything these days. We are the biologic modules of a sprawling corporate Gaia, united in our service to interlocking clusters of entrepreneurial entities.
Less abstract and more the stuff of day-to-day living . . .
Are we united by the automobile?
Are we united by television?
Are we united by smart phones?
Are we united by the internet?
Holiday sales?
Shopping?
Football?
Which makes me wonder . . .
Maybe we’re just a bunch of lonely people who need to feel like we belong to something.
Or maybe not.