
There is ample reason to believe that rich guys always win because they have enough money and power to change what is true. I don’t believe for a second that John F Kennedy was killed by a lone gunman. But rich oil men, other politicians, CIA operatives who were fighting for their continued existence after the Bay of Pigs fiasco, the FBI, and probably Vice President LBJ all wanted us to believe that, so it is still the official story today. And don’t get me started on 9/11 with that whole bag of spiders and incongruous inconsistencies that Dubya refused to investigate further.

There are a lot of evil Bond villains out there, but the 007-type superhero agents don’t really exist. No one is thwarting the things that seriously need to be thwarted.
Converting from oil and fossil fuels to solar and other renewable energies does not profit the Moonraker schemes that are going on out there. Some rich folks have even talked loosely about schemes to reduce the population of the planet to make the damage to the environment into a more manageable mess. After all, what are the Georgia Guide Stones really all about? You can look up what is actually written upon them. It is worrisome. And who is advocating for us, the common people in these sorts of schemes?

The truth of it is, no matter what we do, or who is out there trying to advocate for us, the United States will not last forever. Neither will humanity as a species. Neither will life on Earth. Forever is simply not in the realm of the achievable. Only destruction and renewal are guaranteed. So, in some ways, it is okay if the bad guys ultimately win. My life will end in the next few years no matter what. And my children will not last forever either. But the ending of the book does not take away all goodness and value to be found in the main text. I have lived a good life, and not even God Himself can take that away.
That is not to say that we are without hope. As I said, we don’t actually know who is out there standing up for us now. There are some very good and noble people putting immense effort into the task of securing our future. We don’t know what adaptations and breakthroughs are yet to be made.

Here are some things to think about. It is statistically almost certain, given what we know now about life science, that there is life on other planets in this vast universe. And if there is life, there is almost certainly intelligent life, some of it far more advanced than we are. And if interstellar distances can in any way be crossed, then they already have been. If time travel is possible, then time travelers already walk among us. The only reason we don’t have actual proof of these things is that someone doesn’t want us to know. It is possible that they don’t want us to know for our own good. Not all of the most powerful and wealthy among us are evil.

So, while it is true that bad guys always win because the system is rigged, and they are the ones who rigged it, that doesn’t mean that there will be nothing for the rest of us. There is a limit to how much money you can actually benefit from owning. There is also a limit to how much pain and suffering a single bad guy can inflict upon us. And even if they band together in large, powerful groups, there will always be more of us than there are of them.
























Lie la Lie
I suppose it is ironic that on Thanksgiving Day I am posting about lies. After all, I really am thankful for the lies in some very specific ways. Paul Simon’s song is the reason for the odd title and underscores the feeling I am trying to explain;
Yes, I am grateful that most of what the orange-faced man has said on the campaign trail has turned out to be lies. I thank the Lord that the great ball of cantaloupe-colored mouth-flatulence has indicated he might not actually pull out of the Paris Accords on climate change. That little item being a lie may save our entire planet and all life on Earth. I thank the Lord that the orangutan president has had second thoughts about prosecuting Hillary Clinton for crimes she didn’t actually commit.
I thank the Lord that the goal of repealing Obamacare is just a lie. My diabetes is grateful too. King Donald, seen in the photo above pitching snake oil and bananas to an innocent member of the American public, has strongly indicated he will keep all the good parts of Obamacare… and will basically just change the name to Trumpacare. Of course, he will be preserving high premiums and profits for the insurance industry as well.
I have a strong suspicion the wall is just a lie as well. In fact, the nature of President Cinnamon Hitler is such that if he is trying to keep alien secrets about Area 51 with the same talent for keeping secrets he displayed on the bus video and in his formation of a cabinet in his administrative transition, we may soon know the complete truth about Roswell.
But I’m sure you realize by now that all this is in the manner of lies and jests. In reality I am Paul Simon’s boxer;
Yes, I am beaten down by life. I have been lied to. I have been tricked. And if I only could, I would give that monkey such a punch! But we are all the boxer, all scarred. And we all together vastly outnumber the monkey’s minions. I may not live to see it, but it will always be a possibility, for as long as the fighter still remains. And I am thankful for that.
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